Weygand
Trapped in Baudrillard's Nightmare
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VIII - The Vessel
"Why now?"
Archimedes Suno stood atop a gilded crescent which bore the sun and moon of his Great House as its sigil: its embossed gold reflected the light of ten dozen candles arrayed in their procession, his father's weary face looming from atop a lectern. There was no great stained glass exhibition, here, and though this was a chapel, it was vacant but for them, the soldiers who had brought him traded quickly for hushed, robed acolytes, who themselves disappeared into the vast shadows cast by the columns to allow this moment to happen.
"You wonder why, after so long confined in that tower in Antioch, I have sent for you? What my plan might be?"
His father's voice was heavy with what he hoped might have been regret. He could not make out his face, beyond the faintest trace of his beard and the wrinkles that were heavy around his mouth.
"In all your fifty years, Archimedes, did you not wonder whether your confinement was not by design?"
Archimedes bristled, indignant: "I am your son. My place was here - by your side. You well understood this, before this surrender to fanaticism, before your embrace of this servant's faith."
A sharp breath out. "Ah, my Strength-in-Weakness: I kept you there, away, for I knew what would come of you. I have kept you isolated, save for favourites and passing fancies, for I wanted you as you are now - untouched, unblemished by the prejudices and petty hatreds which govern."
"You cannot temper a person like metal. I am not yours to shape."
He only nodded.
"You are no one's but your own. All is as I wished."
"But why?"
Slowly, he pulled down his hood - he was an old, frail man, on the cusp of some three hundred years. Archimedes well knew there had been children before him - their lineages scattered across Earth. He was the youngest, and, here, he alone remained. Luwain Suno was isolated from Earth, from his life's work, for this inscrutable embrace of religion.
And in that moment, it made a little sense, for he said:
"You, the last of my progeny, shall rule."