Wednesday, December 04, 2013
New Beginning 1020
Displayed in this prison Jeffrey calls a "proper dress", I fight a losing battle for dignity. He only trumpets our betrothal because he's convinced tolerance of a suspected exotic proves his standing. Lord Whithall revels in boasting the spoils his favor won in the East at every opportunity.
The moneylenders and I know better, but Jeffrey's grasping friends are happy to oblige his illusion. Slaves parade onto the lawn, laden with trays. The men shovel food into their sweaty faces as if it might otherwise disappear. I witnessed finer manners dining with Temüjin's hordes.
Bannantine wags a thick finger. "Better save your gold, boy-o. You're too old to play the gallant for Charles."
What of Charles? I'd ask if anyone would answer.
"More of this madness." Weakness tightens Jeffrey's voice. "Lambert will never allow his return."
Why must news travel slower than gossip?
If Charles rules, I can cast off the bonds of this farce. I won't need a ship. I'll fly to my northern lands. Until then, I can keep mum, forfeit what little fortune Jeffrey knows about, and endure.
The King will surely remember our adventures. Nine years isn't long, even for a blood-born man.
The theater lights came up in the private screening room.
"Jesus H. Chrysler, Priscilla," said Elvis. "No one's going to watch this crap, and the few who do will know it's about me and the Colonel. I don't care if you've picked an obscure moment in English history and changed everyone's names, I'm pulling the funding. I won't have the world remembering the Colonel and me as some flag waving rainbow coalition."
That evening, Elvis Presley was found dead in the toilet outside of the Jungle Room.
Opening: Mich Fisher.....Continuation: Kregger