It was late at night but the many scattered candles and lanterns made it seem like high noon. In the middle of the room a group of men were stood around a table. One of them was busy pointing out locations on a map.
We looked everywhere Sire! We even combed those small islands west of Serpent’s Hold…
There’s nothing there!
A fist slammed the table. One of the men leaped forward and quickly righted a candle before its flame could get hold of the parchment. King Casca brushed him aside.
You fools!
Five chests, no doubt brimming with treasure!
Four have already been opened…
But only one of them by me! It’s infuriating!
Casca slammed the table again, this time knocking over a glass of wine. A servant quietly rushed in to clean it up while Casca paced the room. The men around the table fidgeted, none of them willing to speak and risk further enraging the King.
Casca returned to the table, leaned over the map and spoke slowly.
This Virtue is not set in stone.
When you reach that point,
Sit on the grass and name where you are.
Finally one of the men dared to speak again.
It makes no sense Sire…
The Virtues are set in stone;
written down in tomes, never to be changed,
or represented in stone ankhs…
The servant patted the map with a cloth to soak up the spilled wine. For a moment he paused when a water feature caught his eye. He tilted his head… looked again and with a slightly trembling finger, pointed.
The water…
Doesn’t that look like…
Before he could even finish the sentence the servant was pushed aside by several men, pointing and shouting.
A smile appeared on Casca’s face.
