Dangerous Words
The biography of my long dead great-aunt whom I cared for (it was over a decade in the end), was a revelation, a bloody one at that. No wonder she didn't want this coming out during her lifetime and I'm heartily wishing I hadn't been sent this book. Someone wanted me to have it but who and why? And why send it now?
Frankly, I'm not sure what I want to do with this. The logical thing would be to burn the wretched thing but how many copies were produced? How could I find out without revealing what I know? And whoever sent this to me is expecting some sort of reaction I guess. There's nothing to stop them sending me other copies either is there? Have they gone to the police? Well let them... I've done nothing wrong except be a beneficiary to a sick old lady whose family abandoned her. Except I now know why they dumped her. Has one of them finally decided I ought to know? Or are they going to try to take my inheritance from me?
What did I find out? That my great-aunt knew quite a bit about biology as it turns out and where exactly to stick the knife. She wasn't always crippled with arthritis! Said knife ended up right in the backs of anyone to whom she was a beneficiary. Collected quite a sum in the end - well over £500K. People have been killed for less than that. What I can't figure is, how she got away with it. All I know is I'm keeping that money and I am getting out of here now.
Flexible Truth
It is funny how time can change things. Looking from where I am now back at how people view my reign is telling. I’ve gone down as a miser with no real right to the English throne and it seems that troublesome House of York still has its supporters. After all this time too…
Worse, there is nothing I can do to stop this. I did when I was alive. I proved history can be rewritten. It was necessary. Of course, history is written from the winner’s viewpoint. Why should it be otherwise?
I thought I had ensured all copies of that wretched document were destroyed. I wanted nothing to embarrass my lovely wife. It was not her fault that her parents married in, shall we say, questionable circumstances.
I see what I did as the act of a caring husband and still see it that way. Oh I can guess what you would say Titulus Regus proves his right to the throne. All it proves, as far as I am concerned, is Parliament caved in to that man where they should not have done. He drove the document. And I could have sworn I had all copies destroyed. I could curse the man who saved that one copy. My rival’s reputation would have been mud for ever had it not been for the reappearance of that wretched thing.
I suppose this proves you can never be thorough enough if you want to be successful in being flexible with the truth.
Keeping Secrets
‘We must not reveal to anyone who we are’, the boy told his younger brother. ‘This will soon be over and the truth can come out.’
The young Duke of York looked up at his brother, who so recently had been King of England. ‘Things will be put right? Uncle will protect us?’
‘He was smuggled out of the Kingdom when he was a boy, younger than you in fact, so he knows it can be done and, more importantly, how. He says none of us can trust Tudor. If we stay here, we will be a beacon for those who wish to do us harm. We must get out of the Tower yet make it seem as if we never left.’
‘That will make it look as if Uncle had us killed.’
‘Yes, Richard, but that is his problem, and it will not be for long. Once Bosworth is over, the threat will be removed from us all.’
Transport Issues
Go to work on a unicorn, the advert said. Yes, I live in what you would call a fantasy world but for us it’s nothing unusual. The powers that be are encouraging us all to use more natural forms of transport to avoid the pollution problems you lot have had on Earth.
Not only that, you should see the skies here at peak flying time. Nose to buttock of the being in front of you at times. It’s not fun. Just trust me on that. I pride myself on my personal hygiene. Not every magical creature does and you know who doesn’t when you’re stuck for the umpteenth time in queues behind the pink nebula clouds in Zone Bextra for over an hour, just trying to get home.
So alternative transport is a big thing here. Everyone’s looking for other ways of getting about.
I like the sound of riding to work on a unicorn. Sounds kind of romantic doesn’t it? The problem is trying to catch one, yet alone persuade one to allow you to ride it. But the adverts never show you the downside, do they?
You’ve got the same problem on Earth, you say?
Well, maybe we should find the advert people and let them know what we think of them then? Perhaps put it all up on a hoarding somewhere for our worlds to see! We might need to tone the language down a bit but I’m sure we could come up with something…
Now I must be off. The queues have moved a bit and I really must get away from this noxious smelling fairy to my left. Someone has clearly had an off day to be sweating like that. If she’s the Tooth Fairy, I want her nowhere near me with breath like hers either. Urgh!
Oh well, I guess commuters have the same problems everywhere. Good luck on your journey home and do think of me stuck up here, won’t you?
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