i am so relieved that the Samson character and the twist on a virtue came through. THAT was my motivation to write it.
oh - and coz i'm evil and shallow, here is a preview of my knight piece that i just posted to somebody.
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The man kept his silence, what was there to say? No/one had spoken to him in this manner before - indeed, people never spoke like to anyone.
Not even Guinevere. She had been - she was - so young. Her tongue had been like a starling, a song of the morning, the sun and the scent of wild roses.
And few words.
He had never sought further than the elements that he could hold, no matter how abstract; honour, justice, placed into his hands like a chalice and placed there by a King, a King.
And they had sat together round His table, as a family.
It felt like an age ago, suddenly.
"The battlefield was always easier for you i suppose?" the nun said. It was barely a question.
He turned back from his shield. "The battlefield?"
And now his hands were pushing at shadows. "I am the battlefield," he said. .......................
Re: Chess-playing knights?
i am so relieved that the Samson character and the twist on a virtue came through. THAT was my motivation to write it.
oh - and coz i'm evil and shallow, here is a preview of my knight piece that i just posted to somebody.
...........................
The man kept his silence, what was there to say? No/one had spoken to him in this manner before - indeed, people never spoke like to anyone.
Not even Guinevere. She had been - she was - so young. Her tongue had been like a starling, a song of the morning, the sun and the scent of wild roses.
And few words.
He had never sought further than the elements that he could hold, no matter how abstract; honour, justice, placed into his hands like a chalice and placed there by a King, a King.
And they had sat together round His table, as a family.
It felt like an age ago, suddenly.
"The battlefield was always easier for you i suppose?" the nun said. It was barely a question.
He turned back from his shield. "The battlefield?"
And now his hands were pushing at shadows. "I am the battlefield," he said.
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