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Tuesday, 31 January 2023

Costly Money



The horses had all died - not one pony, mule or nag, remained. It was a disease that no one understood, and so everyone thus attributed their deaths to bewitchment.

The village of Farnham was small, and the one and only metal-smithy would clean his tools in the trough nightly - the same trough that the horses would drink from when coming to be fitted for shoes. Eventually the lead in the water from the shoes had poisoned each and every one of them.

Without the income from the horse shoe manufactory Jonathon’s father, Robertus, had tried to supplement the family’s fare with counterfeit coin. He would work on his marvellous imprints forged in tin alloy, weathering each with a dint and a scratch, for added authenticity. He was however, in a fairly short time, caught out, when one merchant felt his purse to be too light for the contents within.

Of course it was an offence against the coffers of the King to use his portrait on tin replicas of Silver - and Robertus was consequently sentenced to death.

And so with the few pieces left over that were overlooked in the confiscation, Jonathon had set out to redeem his Father’s head after it had been excised.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series

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