Tuesday, 16 June 2015

800 Years and a Day.

I was going to post this yesterday, but I forgot. Anyway, yesterday, it was 800 years since the Magna Carta was sealed. A few months ago, I wrote this scene for a British History assignment, and I'm putting it up now.

Sealed

John shifted his feet, and the mushy grass gave way to the water of the Thames. He moved away from the river, the breeze making him feel cold. What would William I, his great, great grandfather, think of what he was about to do? Would the Norman king have given in to the powerful weight of the Barons and their armies? Perhaps not. 

Turning, John looked at the group of men gathered by the tent. Lord John FitzRobert Clavering, Baron Richard de Montfichet, and Earl Henry de Bohun had drawn their swords, and were all looking at him, as if they thought he would turn and flee, to try and avoid sealing the charter.

Tightening his jaw, John touched his own sword, then walked slowly towards the group, his heart stumbling over itself, despite his royal heritage. In a few more minutes, I will have lost some of my power. I shouldn’t be doing this. But they captured London! I have to give in, or my life will be taken.

“Your majesty, all the witnesses are ready,” Baron Montfichet said, his hand over most of the bandage wrapped around his side, which covered the wound he had taken in London. A green tinge ran around the edges of the cloth, and John wrinkled his nose.

“Very well. I am ready to seal the charter.” No, I am not! I am not ready to give away part of my power! I do not agree to have to own up to a council of twenty-five of you disgusting Barons!

Lord Clavering rolled out a parchment and a page picked up John’s seal. John’s hands felt dry and tight. I cannot do this! I will make the armies turn to me, and help me, and I will beat the barons into powder, and be king! I must rule alone, with no one to make sure I do things their way!

“King John, of the house of Angevin, we assemble ourselves before you, with witnesses, to behold as you seal this document,” Lord Clavering said. “You know its statutes, and will now agree to them.”
John slid his finger along the words to the bottom of the parchment. “I will seal it now,” he said hoarsely.

“Of course, at your leisure, your majesty,” Lord Clavering said sarcastically, bowing.

Silence wrapped itself around Runnymede. His hand felt even stiffer as he took the seal and held it over the paper. As soon as he pressed it down on the ribbon, his agreement would be in place.

Earl Henry de Bohun ground his teeth in obvious impatience and placed his sword on the table beside the parchment. John, scared, slammed the seal down, then jerked it up, regretful of his startled action. The red wax shone up at him. The document was finished. 


Sealed.

Friday, 5 June 2015

Don't Lose Hope.

Hope snuggled deeper into her corner. Outside, people walked up and down, talking or shouting. Their voices sounded harsh, some filled with dreariness, as if they were ready to give up.

Peeking out, Hope watched as an old man and woman slowly walked by, holding onto the walls they passed to help them along. The woman looked very sad, and she didn't look up at all. The man's face looked numb, like something had happened that he could not deal with, could not explain.

Hope sighed. Why didn't anyone look for her? She was always there, but nobody seemed to want to try. No one was searching for her, asking for her.

Trying a different angle of the street, Hope saw a young man rush by. He was obviously being chased, but Hope didn't see anyone following him. She wished she could call out to him, and let him see her, but she couldn't do anything by herself; she couldn't talk or move.

Why didn't these people understand that God would help them find her? They needed to turn to Him. Why didn't they? War had happened before, and would happen again. Jesus had said so. Why didn't all those people ask God to lead them to her? They needed to find her. They used to call for her so loudly, but now they used whispers, or nothing at all.

Two last people were coming up the street. It was another couple, but a young couple-- a man and his wife. They didn't looked heartbroken, just sad, and Hope felt a flutter of anticipation. Was God leading them to find her? They looked as if they might be looking for her.

She sat very still. The man began talking quietly. "Lina, I know it'll be hard, but God will take care of us. If He chooses, I'll come back from the war, and our baby will be born, and safe and healthy when I do. God will protect us. We must just never, ever lose hope. "

Hope smiled. They had found her.



This scene was for the Quote Queste on Miss Melody Muffin's blog.