Gold day

Sep 26, 2008

Related by Sev, with dramatic gesture:

“Good evening, Lieutenant Uru.”

Dri doesn’t look up.

“Good evening.”

There is talk of troop movements, men to turn and kill.

“Did the Lady Uru not care for my letter?”

Dri’s study is plush, full of enamel dragons and tasseled lamps, but there is seldom much light there.

“I kept it.”

“Whyfor, your lordship?”

Sev did not answer.

“Surely you did not object to the content? I praised your prowess on the battlefield, I wrote a little about our mission….”

“Not….”

“Not tongue-tied, your lordship, surely?”

Dri smiled like a cat.

Sev paces, back and forth over Dri’s carpet, back and forth over the smooth brown wood at the foot of my bed. Dri lets him. I let him.

Sev does not like Dri.

Dri catches his shoulder with his left hand. Sev hits him in the face. I play the part of Dri, but I land on my back on the bed, and Dri fell to the floor, dazed.

Sev knows he is safe with me. He came home. He sleeps like a child.

Comments (1)

M.E. TraylorJanuary 25th, 2011 at 11:50 am

This letter arc is building tension for me in a way where I really want to know what’s going on and I’m also afraid to know. Very cool.

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