To Clement, or not to clement

The Contingency

He had said, "Let it be." Such is the way of men. Cruelest orchestrations set in tablets of salt. So shall it be done.


I am simply the messenger, delivering mortality at its finest hour for the price of a contract. Betrayal that singes the edges of family bonds. The brothers are good men. Just men, in the end. They have a dream that Ar shall return to its glory. Who cares in what kind of paper the present is wrapped? Isn't it the thought that counts? I see their vision, and believe its wholesome. Does this make me a puppet? I think not. I think this makes me a visionary. I am from Ar. Once, before the beauty of black paint I was an Arian Woman. Regal. Now I owe no Home Stone fealty. Deep within the recess of my heart I hold love for the city. Perhaps this is a fault, perhaps this is an asset. Relevant to be sure.



They had called for me, the Red and the Black. To be dutiful I arrived on time. I did not choose to linger at the door and listen, instead I simply knocked and entered. Call it pragmatism, but I am no longer interested in what their plans are, only that I carry out this task and have it be done. They were huddled over the desk, pointing at some plans when I entered. Neither seemed altogether interested in my presence only that the door was closed behind me.


"It seems as though our tides have shifted, my Sea, " the First had said. I nodded a reply. " Make an amendment to our previous order. We shall wait this out, and see what unfolds."

I said nothing in reply. But, didn't I suggest that? Whatever these two were plotting, if they wanted my opinion they would ask for it and they would usurp the idea as their own.

The Red looked at me full on. I think he was pondering a de'ja vu, at least one seemed to wash over his rugged face. I kept stoic, for should he know that he had spoken to me, in truth, stared upon my almost bare face, it might make him angry at the deception. He did drink much that night, also, he was one of those men who tries very hard. It was embarrassing. I did deceive him on purpose. I also, did it with great joy and slight sanctimony. He deserved it.


The two were passionate. Not about the affairs of most men, their passion was played out in a great love of their city and Home Stone. They wanted to rebuild, remodel, and reinvent it. I listened for a while to their discussion. It was provocative, and called for reform. It was citizen friendly, and at least sounded like an even balance of good and evil. Politics never made much sense to me. You must rob the poor to renovate the dilapidated. Seemed like a sad tale of budgets and taxes. To the two of them, it was the things dreams were built on.


I went to leave, and the First called for me, " You will continue on as if nothing has changed. Should clemency be called, I will do it personally. Do you understand? " As patronizing as it sounded, I think he just wanted to be reassured. " Yes, my First."



"You may go," he waved me off to show his control. Everyone in their own way is a thrall to something more important or powerful than themselves. I am no different. This is a profundity to which I will find no answer or end.