Cosmic Geoff
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This fragment was written some years ago. It's from a part of a fantasy novel that failed to happen. I wondered what you will make of it. It may be largely self-explanatory; however it may help to know that Starsin and Barin are employed in the armed forces of the country where this is set, and Starsin is a noble exile from the empire of Calomel. This text has been converted from old bits of paper to PC format.
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Orlac surprised him. He had expected a much larger version of the little towns of pale cobbled stone they had passed on the road, imagining a stout-walled city like the plains cities of Calomel.
But the reality was different. The city was enshrined in a circle of mountains, and there were no walls. Orlac was extensive, with many avenues and wooded parks, and houses of wood as well as stone, and with an air of frivolity not evident in other parts of the country.
Many pleasures were available, and were enjoyed with the earnestness he had come to expect of the Dhikr.
The Vehadr's court surprised him also. The palace building stood in a great park densely wooded with lilac and other flowering trees, and fruit trees of many kinds. With Barin and an escort of Barin's soldiers, he entered at a tall wooden gate guarded by soldiers in the now familiar uniform of plaqued leather. Their officer wore plaques of black, save for enamelled flashes of yellow at neck and helmet peak, and red knife hilts. A broad path of flagstones curving through the trees led them towards the palace.
"Keep on the path, and the animals won't attack you," Barin warned him. Starsin had only half-believed the tales he heard of the Vehadr's [gardens].
"Is it really true that anyone can petition an audience with the Vehadr?"
"Yes it is. Not everyone gets an audience – it helps to bribe the officials, or know someone, but even peasants have got in with their complaints a few times –some of them even got justice."
Barin's cynicism was lost on Starsin. "I find this astonishing."
In Calah, the Emperor Zordan never saw anyone of low rank except his slaves and servants. A peasant mad enough to petition about anything was unlikely to have his hide whole or his head upon his shoulders by evening.
"I could petition the Vehadr about my banishment. I could urge him to put pressure on Calah to get my father released."
"Dhikr threaten the Empire? You rave, foreigner."
"Hardly. The Empire is like rotten cheese. Show me where I should present myself."
"Well if you insist, the offices are in these buildings. Just follow the smell of unwashed litigants."
Starsin stopped and slipped into the shadows of a bush. "Who's that?" he said sharply.
Barin followed his gaze. A pale-headed figure rode by on a riding beast, surrounded by retainers on foot.
"It is the foreign ******* we had before – no it's not, it's a different one. Ambassador he called himself. From your empire," he amplified.
"An Overlord? Dammnation."
Starsin did not emerge till the Overlord and his retinue had passed from view. He had barely reached the precincts of the building when two monks in yellow robes shuffled by; distinctive in their red coned straw hats.
"What are those filthy monks doing here? he demanded.
"I often ask myself that. Still they seem harmless enough."
"I saw enough of them at the palace. I don't trust them. I don't want them to see me. Let's go back."
"As you wish."
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Orlac surprised him. He had expected a much larger version of the little towns of pale cobbled stone they had passed on the road, imagining a stout-walled city like the plains cities of Calomel.
But the reality was different. The city was enshrined in a circle of mountains, and there were no walls. Orlac was extensive, with many avenues and wooded parks, and houses of wood as well as stone, and with an air of frivolity not evident in other parts of the country.
Many pleasures were available, and were enjoyed with the earnestness he had come to expect of the Dhikr.
The Vehadr's court surprised him also. The palace building stood in a great park densely wooded with lilac and other flowering trees, and fruit trees of many kinds. With Barin and an escort of Barin's soldiers, he entered at a tall wooden gate guarded by soldiers in the now familiar uniform of plaqued leather. Their officer wore plaques of black, save for enamelled flashes of yellow at neck and helmet peak, and red knife hilts. A broad path of flagstones curving through the trees led them towards the palace.
"Keep on the path, and the animals won't attack you," Barin warned him. Starsin had only half-believed the tales he heard of the Vehadr's [gardens].
"Is it really true that anyone can petition an audience with the Vehadr?"
"Yes it is. Not everyone gets an audience – it helps to bribe the officials, or know someone, but even peasants have got in with their complaints a few times –some of them even got justice."
Barin's cynicism was lost on Starsin. "I find this astonishing."
In Calah, the Emperor Zordan never saw anyone of low rank except his slaves and servants. A peasant mad enough to petition about anything was unlikely to have his hide whole or his head upon his shoulders by evening.
"I could petition the Vehadr about my banishment. I could urge him to put pressure on Calah to get my father released."
"Dhikr threaten the Empire? You rave, foreigner."
"Hardly. The Empire is like rotten cheese. Show me where I should present myself."
"Well if you insist, the offices are in these buildings. Just follow the smell of unwashed litigants."
Starsin stopped and slipped into the shadows of a bush. "Who's that?" he said sharply.
Barin followed his gaze. A pale-headed figure rode by on a riding beast, surrounded by retainers on foot.
"It is the foreign ******* we had before – no it's not, it's a different one. Ambassador he called himself. From your empire," he amplified.
"An Overlord? Dammnation."
Starsin did not emerge till the Overlord and his retinue had passed from view. He had barely reached the precincts of the building when two monks in yellow robes shuffled by; distinctive in their red coned straw hats.
"What are those filthy monks doing here? he demanded.
"I often ask myself that. Still they seem harmless enough."
"I saw enough of them at the palace. I don't trust them. I don't want them to see me. Let's go back."
"As you wish."