XXXN - The VoiceA Chapter by BLChapter 34 - The Voice My teeth have deserted me and my hair is of no use as it is,
in thin strands of yellowy-white. The lines on my face are grooves and are as
deep as furrows in the field and I get the shakes uncontrollably and randomly
at the most ill-fitting times. It appears a new condition has crept up on me,
one which no one is accepting of. Along time ago I recovered from the battle
scars and became fit and felt young again, but lately this disease has beset me
and it’s one I cannot get out of; it is of course the elapsing of time. I decant two bottles of red Espanian wine, a gift from Cicero
long after Italia’s defeat, into the large crystal decanter and take it with
two golden goblets to the table for two and sit one side and wait. The note he
wrote with the bottles was full of bitter hatred, disguised in a thin veil of
politeness. He spoke of Italia’s success in Espania and the north and
threatened another invasion. I savoured this special wine over the years, but
now time is short, Ascoli and I enjoy a glass most evenings. From those times, nearly all have passed away apart from
myself, Bezon and Ascoli and together we have written this book. Ascoli did try
to escape several times and like a bird in a cage he wanted to flee, so I
opened the cage door and let him go and he flew back to Italia. But a few
months later he was back to Arun with his new wife. He realised then that our
empire was growing and becoming stronger and it would be the safest place for
him and his new family to be. I rush to write the history pages now as time is against me,
lights are dimmer, sounds are quieter. It is the year 50AB (fifty years After
Battle) and I am in my eighties. And after I had made all my plans of expansion
I was glad I took as many extra throws of the dice as I could. Chancing it all
the way. Although it was hard to do and against all my instincts and
better judgement, to go grovelling back to Rome worked as it bought us precious
time to expand things here, including the colonisation of northern Gaul and the
adoption of the Land of Ice as a staging post, place of refuge or a bridge to
the mythical lands to the west. It bought us a decade, maybe two; a generation
at least. I look at the chess board as the map of Europa and know a continual
attack is the only defence. ‘Are you ready,’ I call out to Ascoli as I watch
the flickering fire dwindling in the hearth. The three children I had with Yulla, Alwyn, Bezon II (as he
is commonly known) and Catia are now running the expanding kingdom that has
become an empire. Alwyn governs the lands north of Mercia and is keeping the
Norse at bay, Bezon II commands the system of beacons and ships off the south
coast and Catia the negotiates with the inner countries of Briton and the
endless wrangling with the neighbouring countries of Europa and beyond. ‘Yes,’ a delayed voice replies. I look up to see my old
friend Ascoli is now sitting opposite me across the square wooden battleground
of our game.
‘Can you get some more wood? The fire is nearly out,’ I croak
from a dry throat through the smokey atmosphere. ‘Huh, OK, but the wood stock is very low my Lord,’ ‘Go and see. Please,’ I say and sulkily he gets up and stomps
down the spiral steps. I feel the cold around my legs as the fire turns to
embers, it is just a glow of orange and black now. The damp air is upon me, it
is all around. I pull my cloak around my chest and clutching the pale blue
amulet I find myself drifting off. My dreams and memories are as faithful as
ever and come in vivid colours almost straight away and I am there in the past
standing on the high white cliffs that overlook the sea. I see a fleet of black
hulled, white sailed Sea Serpents flash me a salute from their braziers and I
try and decide if it was a fantasy or a reality? Did I ever go there? Did I do
that? I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter now. With a clatter, Ascoli drops a
bundle of logs by the fire and I am awake to a blurry world. He pushes his selected piece forward. ‘Your move,’ he says
softly. ‘I…I…I,’ I say, unable to react, only able to look at him, he
is serious and focussed. ‘It’s your move, if the game is to go on,’ he says
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