The Slave Princess
What the brush takes time to say. As the years go by, The sword’s words are forgotten While the brush’s words live on. - The Canticle of Menkeret. ……………………………………………….. The ropes dig into my wrists but I feel no pain. I face the setting sun across a boundless sapphire sea but I am only vaguely conscious of the marvelous beauty before me. I am naked but clothed in resignation. I am hungry but know intuitively that soon I will be replete. I should feel fear but prefer to trust in...