Volume Seven: Kingsmen
A king, a pope, and a soldier are each seated around a table. In the middle of the table is a box that houses within it the power to save or destroy the world. The king claims that he should be the one to open the box as he is the one most worthy in the eyes of his fellow men, the pope claims that he is the most worthy in the eyes of the gods, and the soldier simply says that none of them are worthy because no one man should hold that much power over his fellows. Who is right?
- Fable
Interlude 15
“Ready for number seven?” Isaac asked his daughter as she sat down in her desk chair. That desk had been commandeered and had been exclusively her writing desk for quite some time now.
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“It has been a year since we started writing and only a year has gone by in the story so far, at this rate we will never catch up.” Amaranth told her father.
Isaac laughed. “That is true, but don’t worry. There will be plenty more time that we will start to skip.” He explained. “A dozen more serious and two dozen more unserious adventurers lie within the next just as many years. Great cities and demigods fell during that time but a lot of just simple living went on as well. I cannot even begin to remember how many books I read during that time period. I am decently sure that I have read every single book in the city and guild libraries at this point.”
“And yet, this is the first time you are writing your own?” Amaranth replied with a question. She was not entirely sure that Isaac had never made any other sort of book or story, there was always the possibility, but she doubted it.
“Even this one, I am not the one writing it.” Isaac told her with a grin. “Now, if there is nothing else, I would like to get this volume finished before I need to start forging your brother into a demigod.” He said with a resolve that made Amaranth have pity for what he was going to put her baby brother through. “Lua knows that will be the hardest task of my entire life.” Isaac finished in a grumble. They both knew that the youngest sister was going to be the easiest one to get to ascend to demigodhood, but Claus was, for lack of an alternative properly enlightening term, divinely fucked.