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Story prompt: The story’s protagonist is male and a surveyor. An eye plays a significant part in the story. The story is set in a council chamber in the medieval age. The story is about family.
Ivan cleared his throat and waited. The man across the room continued to read through the large scroll in front of him. Ivan’s knees were getting stiff and his back was starting to ache from standing still.And he knew there was nothing else he could do but wait.
After nearly an hour, the man turned to Ivan and nodded once. Ivan stepped forward and presented the scroll he had been holding. The man accepted it and then unrolled it. Glancing through the contents he harrumphed and then quickly rerolled it loosely and handed it back to Ivan and went back to reading.
My lord, what shall I do?
Go where, my lord?
Do you know what that scroll represents?
Yes, my lord.
But the council needs to review it, my lord.
I represent the council.
I have reviewed it.
Begging your pardon, how does that resolve the problem, my lord?
It does not resolve it.
With no disrespect, my lord, my family can not continue under this cloud of ignomy.
My lord, it is imperative that we earn our living honestly and without recrimination.
Why should that be so?
We have always been able to make our way without harming others and it is a matter of honor to us that we continue doing so, my lord.
And if I tell you that you must leave?
I dare not leave until this issue is resolved and our good name cleared, my lord.
I am a busy man, I don’t have time for petty squabbles.
My lord, the land granted by the king and the honor of family are not small matters.
They are unremarkable if I say so.
My lord, I am hopeful that you will change your consideration.
And why should I?
Because this map also affects the border of your estate, my lord.
Perhaps you would like to review the map again, my lord?
Give it here!
Gladly, my lord.
The man behind the desk snatched the scroll from Ivan’s hands and smoothed it out on his desk.
After several moments he gasped and looked up.
You have told the truth. My God in heaven, how could this be?
My lord, perhaps you are familiar with Lord Mandraker?
Of course, of course… go on…
Then, my lord, you may also be aware of the accident that befell him some months ago?
Yes, what of it?
He lost an eye, my lord.
And? Will you get to the object of this reference?
Yes, my lord. It is well known that Lord Mandraker’s remaining eye was not his good one.
Must I pull every detail from your lips one by one?
No, my lord. I did not wish to presume upon your good nature nor to speak ill of Lord Mandraker.
Then why bring up his name?
My lord, if you would please observe the signature on the corner of the map.
My God! The signet is that of Lord Mandraker, himself!
Yes, my lord. And the date.
Why, it is only 3 months ago.
Exactly, my lord.
Well that does change the nature of this discussion. Now, go.
Can you challenge Lord Mandraker openly?
No, my lord.
Then leave me to my thoughts and trust that I will handle it appropriately. As you know, the council meets tonight. I will present this issue before the council for discussion. And as you know, I must tread carefully so that we can resolve the boundaries without loss of face for Lord Mandraker.
Yes, my lord. I will take my leave of you now.
With thanks for the story prompt to The Speculative Fiction Muse http://www.katfeete.net/writing/specfic.php
And to my writing partners, Mary C Sutton and D Anthony Brown danthonybrown.me for the support and the laughs.
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