The Horseman Epok
Still kingdoms exist, that return for own will, they live, they relive, they live together in the Medium Age. This is one of those kingdoms.
Oil company kingdom, somewhere in the Golf of Guinea.
For some souls, the Earth will continue glides and centre of the Universe and with only six thousand years of age. They are these souls of square nobility, fugitive of the circular that conceived a potent magnet that attracts of her all of the wealth. Protected by praetors that annihilate the servants' of the field claims, the slavery have-of being, is eternal, and always spreads.
While in the buildings of the buckets of festering waters, that fly in the most perfect abnormality, and they disperse, they spill in the soil the epidemics of the visual contemplation, of the future abysmal, normal. Removes of here, it removes of there, starved crowds resell and they avoid for us to survive. The eternal pandemic world, habitual, propagates them as rabbits. They also propagate the school adventurers Francisco Pizarro, Hernan Cortes, and Diego of Almagro, attract for the shine of the precious stones, and steams Oil Company.
The king and the queen were bewildered of the shelter of the celestial cut, steering to the encounter of their subjects in the county Jinhoka. They moved forward celebrated musketeers in pomp clothes, very laceworks, mounted in horses well equipped. Brilliant, shining harness worked in silver, where they stand out some ornamented the gold. Cock the muskets, because the disordered subjects insist, they challenge the king.
The secret Real fears that the unsubmissives subjects intends to implant the republican ideals of France and of the United States of America. The real spies have forts suspicions that the revolutionary La Fayette, navigate several ships in support of the oil company, that already took landing in the democracy.
The real couple has just gotten off the luxurious coach style D. João V. The sovereign does a light gesture of head, they approach some litters that a sedan chair gold plated rests, where the queen will lean against. Of the custom countless give a bow and the countless marquises' kiss-hands are flowered, counts, countesses, dukes, duchesses, finally, the whole nobility.
The king is led for the populace that seats a lot of curiosity, because rarely the sovereign appears in public. They want to see him personally. The populace was constringed to be present for the zealous musketeers.
The populace gets confused, doesn't know how to feel welcomes, there are fears of any gesture to be misunderstood. Behind, several musketeers prick us with the tips of the swords. The populace screams of pain. The king understands that it was greeted and it rewards. The critics sharpen the languages, they murmur:
- It was not very elegant her highness to inaugurate public fountains, and to do delivery of the keys of some stables, to chosen elements of the populace.
- It is… forgotten about the horses, of the water and of the candles. The water will continue to come of the kingdom carried by water-carriers. The candlelight is a luxury, and only protected them of the king to her have access.