Chocolatiers of the High Winds by H.B. Kurtzwilde
A gay steampunk adventure. Follow the weekly travails of young Mayport Titus, and his intercontinental airship journey to restore the fortunes of the Titus Chocolate Company. (Do you need to start at Chapter One?)
Chapter 44: Faith
The afternoon was a still and stuffy one for dying. Mayport stayed put on the porch, well with in earshot of the deathbeds within. Verry had been left where he’d fallen, a feast for flies that nobody came to care for. The courtyard was lively with a carpentry crew of boys no older than Frog.
The women went on with their labors, though now with a mildly festive air. One gang of girls had led an assault on the chicken flock, with an eye toward feasting. Nobody reprimanded Mayport. He felt in no way accused of wrongdoing.
His civilized instinct insisted that all must be reported to some higher authority. Nobody else seemed to feel the exercise was necessary. Frog’s sharp glance had gained an edge of respect. Only the blood-caked dust spoke of the wounded and the dead.
Frog had been given a plate of corn fritters and honey, which he did not share. He watched the farm with his free hand on his gun. The groans and gasping that poured through the shack’s window seemed to go entirely unnoticed, in favor of sweet bread.
“Um,” Mayport hesitated. “Does this kind of thing happen a lot?”
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