Tigran, a sample piece

Tigran- Education of a King

The proud and restless Caspian horses finally settled to a low humming sleep. Prince Tigran’s consciousness finally gave in to an excited and yet exhausted slumber. He began immediately to dream of his love for Roya, whose image had swept across his mind,

In his dream he saw the tent of Harat, his trusted Champion. Harat was right after all, when he argued for them taking the slower and more well travelled path. In his brutish way and with his years of experience behind him he had been afraid of the dangers of attack to the party.

Prince Tigran, his brow knitted, stared at Harat, who gently using a reed straw to drink a soothing ale, “A proficient assassin, another attack on my freedom and life” Prince Tigran calmly murmured, recognising Harat’s encroaching stupor. “How could I have let this happen? Harat said mournfully.

A troubled Harat then noticed Bakar, and fixing his drunken eyes upon him, as the young courtier sat silently and yet earnestly formulating his thoughts on the evening’s events. “ I suppose you have a theory, a political view my young Lord Bakar” he cynically accused.

Bakar, Prince Tigran’s friend and confidant had been musing about the harsh conflicts between the noble and conspiring Medes and the mountain tribesmen. “ My Lord this internecine warfare will one day cause a war. They just picked the wrong man to attack, that is all, they probably thought you were a Medes nobleman”

“A naïve view my young friend. That warrior knew who his target was and his was an assassin’s task, nothing less” Prince Tigran interjected “but who knew where we were?” Roya’s face once more at that time had come to him and he ached to be in Parthia, with her in his arms. Why was it that her face haunted him so? he wondered, even as he plunged the dagger into the intruder’s breast. His first victim! What would she think of him now that he could take a life. His anxiety at this thought temporarily roused him from his slumber, but his being would not be awake for long.

“These disputes have gone on for many years my Lord, but I sense the hand of someone with much more to gain, in this. “ Harat said knowingly

“So someone close to my Lord, did this. Is that what you are saying? “ Bakar said defensively.

“ Or at least someone with the money and a cunning grasp on the appropriate timing of this attempt on Prince Tigran’s life. A politician for sure!!! “ Harat said as he smirked at Bakar

The discussion was escalating out of control as subtle accusations and intimations bounced between the two men whom Prince Tigran trusted the most.

Suddenly Tigran was awoken by the sound of an intruder naked and with a flashing blade that matched his flashing and hate filled eyes………………………

Tigran, a sample piece

Simon O'Corra

Rouvres Les Bois, France

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