Tuesday, November 01, 2005
The Count of Regent Hall
Trumpets raised. The Count passed through the little town. It is a cheerful Monday morning not later than 10.36 am. Spring is just round the corner.
People just stared on.
He is feared more than the King here. He walked proud with his swordstick. He felt divine. He knew he owned these people if not by love then by fear. He walked from his little mansion to the little pastry shop down the hill. That little pastry shop refused to pay Tax. Nobody ever refused to pay tax here. He was amused at best. His doctor advised him to walk a little every day. What better occasion to start then to collect money. Walking on the stone studded street was new to him. He never walks. Any one can see that.
Well...He reached the pastry shop. The little girl there didn't recognize him. She asked him what he wanted. He shoved her and picked up the Raspberry turnover. He took a bite into a Raspberry Turnover. The taste exploded in his mouth. This is the best he ever had. A dirty little pastry shop in his own little village that is refusing to pay tax. He couldn't understand. He stood there smiling to him self. He didn't know if he should be angry for the refusal of the tax or happy at finding such a great baker.
He was trying to focus his anger but he couldn't. This was heavenly it was as if he was in a Raspberry Turnover haven. He didn't care about any one or any thing. All he wanted to be was a Raspberry Turnover. He did not know pastry this good. After paying for the Raspberry Turnover he left.
Annoyed with himself for doing this he ordered his guards to beat a drunk on the side of the road.
People just stared on.
He is feared more than the King here. He walked proud with his swordstick. He felt divine. He knew he owned these people if not by love then by fear. He walked from his little mansion to the little pastry shop down the hill. That little pastry shop refused to pay Tax. Nobody ever refused to pay tax here. He was amused at best. His doctor advised him to walk a little every day. What better occasion to start then to collect money. Walking on the stone studded street was new to him. He never walks. Any one can see that.
Well...He reached the pastry shop. The little girl there didn't recognize him. She asked him what he wanted. He shoved her and picked up the Raspberry turnover. He took a bite into a Raspberry Turnover. The taste exploded in his mouth. This is the best he ever had. A dirty little pastry shop in his own little village that is refusing to pay tax. He couldn't understand. He stood there smiling to him self. He didn't know if he should be angry for the refusal of the tax or happy at finding such a great baker.
He was trying to focus his anger but he couldn't. This was heavenly it was as if he was in a Raspberry Turnover haven. He didn't care about any one or any thing. All he wanted to be was a Raspberry Turnover. He did not know pastry this good. After paying for the Raspberry Turnover he left.
Annoyed with himself for doing this he ordered his guards to beat a drunk on the side of the road.
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