Librarian as slave
Dreamed about the Librarian (sans limp) as a servant to this little girl, maybe ten or twelve. She was very sweet and he was very devoted to her and grateful for his position. He knew his way around the mansion they lived in and how to dodge security so that he had greater freedom than he was supposed to. The little girl would grow up to inherit some kind of high position from her parents because she was an only child and he was confident that her attachment to him and his teachings meant that she’d grow up to be very kind to the servants.
One thing he was reluctant to teach her about but she begged to hear was about a failed revolution of the servants, which had happened before she was born. I didn’t get a real clear idea of how long ago it was, but maybe long enough ago that only someone his age would remember it. He told her only a vague summary but was reluctant to talk about it.
One day he and the girl, along with a pair of younger servants, were in a boat out touring this swampy area. Apparently all the other servants held (the Librarian) in high esteem, and the girl treated them well because he’d raised her to like the servants. It was a warm sunny day and the swampy area was beautiful. There were little islands in it and on one they saw two people, dressed in rags. They pulled the boat closer and it was two older servants, who were living there alone since the revolution and thought it had succeeded. They were outraged at the display of all these servants for this little girl. The Librarian got out of the boat to reason with them and they attacked him. Fearing for their charge’s safety, the other two servants sped away in the boat to get help, while restraining the little girl who was distraught seeing her beloved guardian knocked out onto the ground. Unable to reason with the two mad servants on the island, the Librarian had to fight them. The boat was out of view by this time. One of the servants had a knife and since they attacked from two different directions he had trouble, and his leg got sliced up a little. He did manage to knock them both out, and carried them back into the ruins they’d been living in. He figured they were better off living out the rest of their years alone thinking the revolution had succeeded, even if he couldn’t explain that to them. While they were still unconscious, he made his way back in the direction they’d come with the boat in the hopes that if he got back they’d never come out there with the authorities. It would be a hard place to find without him there to mark it. He tried staying to dry land and spots he could wade through but in one of the latter he misjudged and fell into deeper water. His coat weighed him down but he was unwilling to lose it because it belonged to his masters, and it would mark the way back to the island if he left it. He managed to swim to a spot of dry land, and kept on wading and swimming and slogging until he was close to the edge of the swamp and his group, along with some guards/authorities found him resting on a spot of dry land. He claimed he had fled once he shook off his attackers and couldn’t find the way back. The leg was likely infected and he was exhausted from the trek on foot through the swamp.
Aaaand then the damn alarm went off and now I have to go to work.
One thing he was reluctant to teach her about but she begged to hear was about a failed revolution of the servants, which had happened before she was born. I didn’t get a real clear idea of how long ago it was, but maybe long enough ago that only someone his age would remember it. He told her only a vague summary but was reluctant to talk about it.
One day he and the girl, along with a pair of younger servants, were in a boat out touring this swampy area. Apparently all the other servants held (the Librarian) in high esteem, and the girl treated them well because he’d raised her to like the servants. It was a warm sunny day and the swampy area was beautiful. There were little islands in it and on one they saw two people, dressed in rags. They pulled the boat closer and it was two older servants, who were living there alone since the revolution and thought it had succeeded. They were outraged at the display of all these servants for this little girl. The Librarian got out of the boat to reason with them and they attacked him. Fearing for their charge’s safety, the other two servants sped away in the boat to get help, while restraining the little girl who was distraught seeing her beloved guardian knocked out onto the ground. Unable to reason with the two mad servants on the island, the Librarian had to fight them. The boat was out of view by this time. One of the servants had a knife and since they attacked from two different directions he had trouble, and his leg got sliced up a little. He did manage to knock them both out, and carried them back into the ruins they’d been living in. He figured they were better off living out the rest of their years alone thinking the revolution had succeeded, even if he couldn’t explain that to them. While they were still unconscious, he made his way back in the direction they’d come with the boat in the hopes that if he got back they’d never come out there with the authorities. It would be a hard place to find without him there to mark it. He tried staying to dry land and spots he could wade through but in one of the latter he misjudged and fell into deeper water. His coat weighed him down but he was unwilling to lose it because it belonged to his masters, and it would mark the way back to the island if he left it. He managed to swim to a spot of dry land, and kept on wading and swimming and slogging until he was close to the edge of the swamp and his group, along with some guards/authorities found him resting on a spot of dry land. He claimed he had fled once he shook off his attackers and couldn’t find the way back. The leg was likely infected and he was exhausted from the trek on foot through the swamp.
Aaaand then the damn alarm went off and now I have to go to work.