Alas, the land is still held under the sway of a plague. Rather than having relief in sight, the seers and soothsayers are saying that the sun shall burn even brighter and the temperatures shall top the digits that are triple by the end of the week. Verily, they are never wrong and this part of the king’s land nigh a desert. We shall make sacrifices to the gods for rain, but the god of storms likes to lift sands and haboobs in this area, rather than bathing us in cleansing water and magnificent lightning.
Meanwhile, there are fools and those touched of the brain who have been reported out in the king’s land, proclaiming the plague to be but a conspiracy or that their faith and gods shall protect them. They demand the king let them out of their homes, which they obviously are not in. Forsooth, it is their servants they truly want back, but the viscounts and dukes have been wise and protect these innocents. In one land called, Kentucky, they have reported that they have more cases of the plague after those who were produced by cousin marrying cousin and brother tupping sister refused to stay in their homes and went out upon the streets, claiming there was no plague while even they spread it.
The Middle-Aged Single Fantasy Witch 