The Commissioner
The trio did not sight the entrance to the Bridge until late in the afternoon. They had climbed some distance previously out of the river valley and skirted the high fossil-lined cliffs that shone orange in the fading winter's light. They paused for some time to admire the sun's handiwork on the vibrant layers of orange earth that plunged below. Aurianne gladdened in her heart that finally Mother Earth was appearing to mend herself.
The sun was not warm, and a rather frigid breeze did blow here especially on high as they were. The wind ruffed Isabou's full mane, it was almost the identical color of her mistress's hair. Aurianne stopped to pet her horse momentarily.
"You have been such a good sport."She cooed, as she caressed her mare some moments further admiring the orange, glowing landscape.
"Should be there before dark." Jhary announced, he seemed pleased and relaxed. "I expect maybe a bit of chaos, after all the black rain would have caused some casualties. So we may have to deal with that."
Kario nodded, but he was still very honestly mystified by the fear of this so-called black rain. He wished longingly he could get his companions to understand.
They pushed on, the entrance to the Bridge as Aurianne could see clearly defined its name. A vast metallic structure adjoined what was left of the highway to the north, reaching for some miles in black incompleteness by the way they had journeyed.
Beneath this behemoth span of engineered gray steel, a checkerboard of stone-fenced fields stood, ready for planting. The hues of browns and newly sprouting greens forming a pleasant mosaic. On the other side of the river squatted a vast and sprawling township. Original brick and stone buildings stood, some two and three stories. A haze of wood smoke drifted above on lazy wings. The cold air kept it anchored among the building tops in the stillness of the river valley.
"This is quite a civilization." Aurianne commented excitedly.
It was easily the largest habitation she had entered since she and her mother had fled the city shortly after the nuclear strike. The young woman found she wished her mother was at her side to see this amazing sight, and the thought saddened her a little. Though Aurianne sensed her mother would not have been as appreciative, to gaze on or enter what she called the evil civilizations of men.
Her mother had seemed happy to shun city life and continue as she did in a small settlement where she knew every individual with deep sincerity. Aurianne realized that though she loved her mother dearly and had known her on a rudimentary child/parent level, she had never begun to glimpse the true woman her mother was or the insecurities and pain that were inside her.
Her companions pressed forward, and she was only torn from her reverie by Isabou Impatiently nudging into her back. Aurianne smiled and petted her equine companion.
"We will get food soon I promise."
The three continued down into the neck of the roadway and to the checkpoint, that stood prominent on the bridge.
"Let me do the talking." Jhary cautioned while the party was still some distance out of earshot. Kario and Aurianne nodded in agreement, the bard was known for his sublime verbiage.
"Greetings!"Jhary called cheerily waving his hand at the ranks of men who stood guarding the bridge.
The forbidding row of guardsmen nodded but looked gruff and unaccommodating toward Jhary's good cheer. Aurianne had to resist looking nervously at Kario, so instead she turned to pet her mount, using the interval to remove the muzzle that was by now annoying her mare greatly. Beauty sat quietly by her mistresses' feet.
Jhary walked up to the man closest to him.
"Is it possible good Sir, for us to get admission to your wonderful city?"
The bearded man looked him up and down with gray eyes hard as flint. Jhary just continued to smile as the man assessed all the travelers closely. Patiently waiting for his response.
"Your papers?" The man finally condescended to answer.
"Oh..."Stated Jhary with surprise. "We have come to that so soon."
"Your papers or leave." The man stated flatly. The sentries behind him fingered their weapons shifting from their previously casual stance.
Jhary raised his hands slowly.
"Good Sir I mean no trouble. You misunderstand me. I was just so very surprised that we had come to such organization so soon. Does this mean we have a Government and law enforcement of a sort? Last time I was by here there was no such paperwork required."
The large and solid man put his hand to his chin, he scratched at his steel-colored beard idly, eyes never leaving the handsome traveler."We have had a Governor here for quite some years now, and he commands the law enforcement. You must have been long away. Do you have anyone here, kin or an employer that can vouch for you?"
"Sadly Sir we do not."
"Hum."The man's response seemed very negative.
This was not going well. Aurianne felt trepidation as she watched her usually persuasive companion speak to the human wall of indifference. She felt even more unsure as the man began to gaze at her and her horse with assessing eyes.
"Is the woman yours?"
Aurianne blanched, but not as much as Jhary did. Oh, the bard wished, however, he was very afraid his rather fiery companion might take sudden offense to be discussed in this manner, and he swiftly answered to divert the tangent of this unsavory conversation.
"Oh, no, Sir, no. My companions are as I, free as the wind. Travelers, merely looking for some rest in your wonderful city."
"Prove it."
