...what will become of Cnidon? No longer Cnidon the Decemvir. No longer Cnidon of the Feast. No longer Cnidon the General. When the Great Torch alights; Cnidon the blacksmith? Will the people remember him? Will Cnidon remember himself?
...what will become of Cnidon? No longer Cnidon the Decemvir. No longer Cnidon of the Feast. No longer Cnidon the General. When the Great Torch alights; Cnidon the blacksmith? Will the people remember him? Will Cnidon remember himself?
Cnidon could feel the slave’s eyes on him as he tended to his daily miracles. By a mere pass of his hands over cup and plate, bounty appeared. Wine to the brim, and crusty bread still warm to the touch. No matter how many times Cnidon performed the feat, Timus always looked so boyishly impressed by it, his eyes like that of an owl’s. It had not occurred to him in the slightest that he might miss that look of wonder.
I think that’s a great idea, Christopher. Also I am completely unpublished, self or otherwise. The Geek&Sundry contest brought me, thanks to my friend @J. Graham-Jones insisting I join her in entering. We’ll see if it was a good idea, or not. ;)
