a bad smell in the Centre for Cultural Studies

“Her alabaster thighs spread wide, she cries. Her lover knows her size, astride, he sighs. Within her loins, a rising tide, lovelight blazing from her shining eyes,” the Mountebank paused, tugged his velvet bow-tie nervously. More accustomed to less salubrious joints, he felt out of place in this genteel living room, among these genteel folk, declaiming love poetry, of all things.

The Mountebank stood in the centre of the room, facing his audience, most of whom were sitting on stools arranged in three rows of six. Sitting cross-legged at the front, on the floor listening attentively was a row of barbarians, their linen nose-skirts neatly pressed, their war-skirts tucked modestly between their mottled thighs. They were too tall to sit on the stools---they would have obscured the very sun itself, had it risen indoors that day.

The genteel living room was in the Governor’s Residence, or late-Governor rather, since zur beheading at the hands of the Barbarians in the dark days after the invasion. The Barbarian Chief, Hausmarten, had ordered the Residence to be refurbished into what he called “the Centre for Cultural Studies” as part of his campaign to wins the hearts and minds of the people.

“After all,” he had remarked to his right hand men, “we’re not just big, bad beastly barbarians, now are we? As is well known, I myself am descended from a long line of bezerker bards. A touch of class, I always say, speaks more about a man than the babies he has put to the flame.”

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Antares said...

Your thoughts are too fluid, too elastic to be crushed underfoot by the Juggernaut. You appear to have attained Ultimate Indigestibility: the System can attempt to devour you but you will cause It to gag and vomit you back out! Congratulations :-)

Lily Strange said...

Sounds a bit like one of Lord Iffy Boatrace's parties, although he doesn't usually have beheadings. Unless Axe Man gets carried away and goes berserk.
Lord Iffy is a character originally created by Bruce Dickinson of Iron Maiden and borrowed by me for his great reality show on FOGNL, "Who Wants to Shag Lord Iffy."