Episode 10 - Regicide
Dorn could not sleep. He wandered over to a marble ledge balcony and looked in awe at the vista before him. The President had created a world of magnificence and splendour, which Dorn could only marvel at. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the streets far below had become packed with commuters on their way to do whatever civilians did every day.
Dorn turned to a knock at the door. He Knew the luxury that he was currently enjoying would come to an end soon. Truth be told, he felt guilty to come here and enjoy all the splendour of the palace, when his friends and comrades still worked hard on their mastery of their martial art.
When he opened the door he was surprised to see the one person he least expected. He had assumed it would have been a servant or even Master Tong at his door. But the person standing before him was in fact the President himself, dressed in full battle plate. It was black, and so it should, such was his famous name. The armourer had polished it to a shining glossy finish and as he moved to walk in the room, Dorn heard faintly the many hydraulics that no doubt made the suit of armour as powerful as any golden suit within the guard’s arsenal.
‘Mr President; sorry I wasn’t expecting you.’
Black smiled and entered the room, closing the door behind him. ‘That’s ok Cadet Bruce. I wanted to come and see you this morning personally to discuss some things on my mind. Would you like me to order us some breakfast?’
Dorn had eaten the meal of his dreams the night before. If breakfast was in the same league as that, then he would devour every bite. But he also wanted to know what the President had come to talk about, and he was sure it was not the food.
‘Thank you Mr President. But I’m Ok for now. What was it you wanted to talk about?’
They moved over to a side table where an intricate and beautifully crafted chess board was set up. They both sat down. Dorn was glad he had tidied the place and made his bed as soon as he woke. It would have done his reputation no good at all to be seen as messy. His life on the farm and his short time at the academy had instilled an extraordinary work ethic within him. The room appeared as it had before he had slept. Not that Black seemed to notice.
‘Do you play Chess Cadet?’
‘Yes. We had a board when we were children. I used to love it actually.’
‘Wonderful; care for a game while we talk?’
How could Dorn refuse? ‘Yes Sir, I would like that.’
The president tuned the board around carefully, so as not to break any of the ornate figures. Naturally he elected to play with the black pieces.
‘Master Tong told me what you said, when you was asked why you wanted to be a guardsmen. If I am correct you said, because someone said you could not do it. Is that so?’
Dorn moved a pawn forward on the board. ‘It is correct Sir. I wanted it so badly that no one could stop me from being the best.’ He realised that what he said may have come across as arrogant.
‘I’m sorry how that sounds Sir.’
Black put up a gauntleted hand to halt his protests. ‘It is all right. I was impressed with the answer actually. The whole world that I have created is founded on excellence. You are a shining example of what my vision has become.
Black moved a piece forward confidently. They played a few rounds before they spoke again. No pieces had been lost yet.
‘I am a man of