The Slave Princess Part 1
The sword says swiftly 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...