His knee ached again. It always bothered him this time of
year, of course, but that wasn't what troubled him, he
thought. His skin was slightly irritated, especially where
it used to touch hers, but that wasn't it either. It was a
sunny day, as most were in these parts. Well, mostly sunny,
he thought. He was sitting sprawled in the shade of Symbol's
Street's Excelsior Cathedral, trying to take in a rare quiet
moment. The grass here was certainly greener than his old
home. In fact, almost greener, which was pretty good given
the fairly steep water prices. That wasn't what bothered him
either though. No, he sighed inwardly. If it were only as
simple as that.
"Your grace", a voice said.
"Yes. Is it time then?" he asked.
"Yes, your grace".
"Very well. Here, help me up, would you?"
"Of course, your grace".
Damned mannered bastards, he thought. Sighing again, this
time not as inwardly as he would have preferred, he allowed
himself onto his feet. Grasping hold of his staff, he began
his march, starting to surround the familiar water pond.
"Not today, your grace", said the voice.
"Oh? Why not?"
"After yesterday I'm afraid we've had little choice, your
grace".
"Indeed. How unfortunate". He'd rather longed to stroll by
that pond a bit, finding it quite soothing. An uncommon
calming effect on him, he mused. The bile was only mild this
morning, thank the goddess. That wasn't what troubled him
either, of course. That feeling was a matter of fact by now,
a constant battle to be fought without giving it too much
thought, or at least to appear as such, he smiled bitterly
to himself.
"Well then... lead on", he said.
The Cathedral's side gate was looming to their far right,
beckoning occasionally as the sun hit the decorative signs
and notes. The gate was actually leading to a separate hall
linked to the cathedral, he now noticed. You can say
whatever you want about the guy, he thought, but his remains
have secured a rather splendid mausoleum for themselves,
unlike so many others. He paused for a moment, examining the
wood carvings on the door, then, swallowing a sigh, clicked
the intercom button. The first few bars of "When Doves Cry"
chimed, surrounding the opening entrance. "Here we go", he
thought. |
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.