XXI
Torundel was remembered forever after.
As no one doubted Torundel's honour, there was no guards in the luxurious suite he had been allowed to share with Uranumsia the last night before the execution. Rumours of them breaking the taboo, eating a last meal together and reading ancient poetry to each other, had spread through the city like wildfire.
Guests had been allowed, and the archivist of the B family was there crying like an infant. ‘I will eat supper together with my wife tonight, and I will teach her how to read!’ he said, ‘We will let no one break the sacred Sang laws. Your wife and her lover will live in peace and wealth in your house by the sea. The Dykeia of our age!’
The crowd was quiet when Torundel entered the ancient stone scaffold on the Square of Morteka, the Sang King. While they crushed his bones with wooden clubs he only groaned, and just before his head was cut off, he saw, through one remaining eye, the crowd kneeling in silent respect.
And Sang Lokke's words reverberated in Torundel's mind: I will have my revenge! My wrath will ravage the world! And goodness will grow from it. Like a sapling in shit.
Torundel was remembered forever after...
as Sang Torundel.
Torundel the Shitposter! A serial fiction written for fun, originally posted on the Hive blockchain - now here. Each episode follow these rules:
211 words - Starting with the word Torundel - First and last sentence are identical.
Please write in the comments if there's wrong spelling, ugly English etc. The other episodes can be found using the #Torundel tag.
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