i steal a weapon of great power

saggios: broccoli & mushroom and pineapple & onion, water

I'm part of a caravan that is escorting two very powerful weapons to a safe hiding place. Anachronism reigns. The vehicles are motorized, but most look like idealized museum specimen old west coaches, all dark wood and carved and red velvet. Myself, I'm dressed (and look) like Mr. Dark from _Something Wicked This Way Comes._ The pace is hurried across the region, there is some urgency to get these two things to their destination, lest other powers descend upon us and take them. Little does everyone know that there is a cabal of us within the caravan set to take the weapons for ourselves.

The first step is to take a mantle-like piece of clothing, and with the power it will afford us we can steal the shining globe. The first task is up to me. There are 5 of us in our coach, three of us are in the know, the other are wary and watchful, as well as dangerous. I feign sickness as we speed across the desert, I claim that I need to go above for some fresh air. A woman, in full Victorian age frontier lady dress, inquires if some crackers might help. I tell her no, that I had too much wheat with breakfast and that it is upsetting my stomach. I climb out the window and clamber carefully up onto the roof. From here, I will have to jump to the larger vehicle behind us, where the first weapon is carried. The vehicles aren't lined up well, I have to wait for the two drivers, both of whom are acting in the conspiracy, to pull closer, and then I throw myself off the roof of the stagecoach and catch onto the roof of the other.

Flash to our evening stop. It is known throughout the camp that I have taken the mantle. But no one can challenge me about it. We have stopped at a campsite with simple, small, clean buildings, drywall and concrete floors, some plumbing. I am in a small room under a shower. I am naked except for the mantle, which is like a very thick kuffiyeh scarf which I wear around my neck in a large loop. Other young men are coming in to glare at me, I am unconcerned. I will show them , and those who cannot be convinced of the rightness of our actions are unimportant, they an be discarded. The sun is setting, I walk outside into a yard full of people, all in period dress. (Not certain if I've dressed or not.) As I emerge into the last rays of the sun, suddenly the gleaming edge of the sun jumps back up into the sky, the sun itself greets me. The people are amazed. I move back out of the sun and it drops again. And then I run forward again, and again the sun leaps back up most of the way over the horizon. I try for a third time, but I let the sun go too far down and it doesn't catch on me again. Still, people applaud. The fear I have aroused in many is put to rest. We still have some way to go, though.