At long last, they sold even their own weapons and food stores. And that evil wrought its own penalty: Their bodies were bedecked with garishness and gloss, but their warehouses and barns were emptied.
Barely a hundred years after the day that the first ship with provisions had set out, poverty and privation entered in through the windows. Hunger spread its wings and came down upon the land. Discord marched loudly through the streets and into the houses. Love became homeless and unity deserted them. The children wanted food from their mothers, and the mothers had jewelry but no food. The wives begged their husbands, who in turn begged the aldermen. But the aldermen themselves had nothing, or kept what they did have hidden away.
Pen sketch of Adela collecting the ‘writing on the wall’
Pen and pencil sketch for Medeasblik or Medea’s Gaze, which I imagine in this drawing to be a reference to her piercing look, and maybe something like “overlook” as a toponymic, although that is just a guess of mine.
