The Arch-Duke of FraminghamA Story by Lawrence Hardesty3.27.2021The Arch-Duke of Framingham
War was announced, battles were fought, wine was then drunk. The Duke wiped the remainder of the wine from his beard and stood at the head of the table. “The campaign was a success, and even though we have lost some long standing brothers, we drink tonight in grievous and celebration of their lives.” “Hail!” the audience of squires and knights said as one. The feast was gobbled up like the men haven't eaten in weeks. The Arch-duke of Framingham motioned his muscular yet average shouldered body to the his sleeping quarters, but before he could make it he saw a penny on the ground. The duke bent over to admire the penny, and was lost in thought. 30 years ago, he was a poor boy whose father died in his youth and he made money for his sister by taking a job as a parchment maker. Blending the pulp to then flatten and make the sheet, then bringing the sheets to their delivery location. He was tipped with a penny by many of his customers, and was lost in how happy he was with this gift at the age of 9. The duke grasped the penny and put it in his pocket, and continued his way to the sleeping quarters. He sat over the side of the bed, and then was lost in thought again. Now a champion to his people. His sister dead 6 years ago from childbirth. No heir. Woke up certain mornings wishing he would die in battle. As his mind drifted further, he placed the penny heads side up on his counter, and then lay in his cot. Not a fancy cot, for he remained modest since a young age, but slightly better than the military quarters. He did not become alert, but drifted further until he slept. © 2021 Lawrence HardestyAuthor's Note
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