66. Walking
Sometimes, walking was hard.
Keeping upright, back straight, chin held high for the entire world to see.
When all he wanted to do was lie on the ground and curl around his stomach, head pressed against the earth. Be somewhere dark, somewhere safe.
Kings were not given luxuries like weakness, however, and he played games too delicate to be anything else than perfect at every turn. He had lost before and could not do it again, would not do it again.
So he kept walking, for a lack of any other choice.
He would lie down when he was dead.
Keeping upright, back straight, chin held high for the entire world to see.
When all he wanted to do was lie on the ground and curl around his stomach, head pressed against the earth. Be somewhere dark, somewhere safe.
Kings were not given luxuries like weakness, however, and he played games too delicate to be anything else than perfect at every turn. He had lost before and could not do it again, would not do it again.
So he kept walking, for a lack of any other choice.
He would lie down when he was dead.