EDRUN THE
IMMORTAL
Edrun’s subjects loved him. His courtiers walked backwards
before him, servants fought over scraps from his plate, and his retiring-room
slave had amassed a sizeable sum by selling the contents of the Royal commode.
When Edrun ordered a statue, saying he desired to be
remembered, there was consternation.
“Sire! You will live forever!” they cried, but he felt the
growth spreading.
Edrun died a year after the statue’s unveiling and within a
month his son had it removed.
Now moss grows on the statue and only pigeons see this
reminder of Edrun’s reign – and of his mortality.
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