A Fine Black Sky
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was true to say that Osseus Rivalis remained a constant thorn in Kid’s side, and Kid learned to fear him. It was apparent that they shared the Tutors, as did Osseus’s Noble cronies, who also were part of the early life training, what with their Families filled with affluence, and a lazy child soon made a distraught and distracted Noble. A distraught Noble begat nervous Workers. Nervous Workers begat disorder, and that simply could not happen, certainly not in the South Tower, where order, privilege and attention to detail were the destroyers of ineptitude.
And there was no caution payed to the children of Lords. Not even Osseus was given a free ride, despite his protestations and petitions to his Father, who simply admonished the boy for being weak and churlish. The reparation for such an act was to pay it downward, as he saw it, to people like Kid.
It quickly became Kid’s unsanctioned duty to clean Osseus’s room, while he and his cronies jeered from the sidelines. Kid was also to make his bed and complete the written work of Osseus’s day to day learning.
Though it caused Kid apprehension and fear, it also distracted him from the loneliness he felt, being bereft of the familiarity he had nurtured in the nooks and crannies, the high cobwebbed ceilings and the cold, cold stone floors and walls of the North Tower. It helped him forget the anxiety growing like an epithelial excess upon his cartilage crooked protuberance, the fear also that he would either be too scared to complete his duty, or be less than his Brother would need, truly, when the time was rife for the words of an Advisor, trained by the Four Towers of Unity - for there was no greater honour to be payed to a Lord than that.
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