Richard's brother, and then his father, had wasted away under the strain of using English magic on foreign soil. In England, where the very soil seems to hum with power and possibility, Richard feels that he too is wasting away, a withered stalk, unbearably wrong.
Oh, RICHARD. I feel so very sorry for him. He wants so much to be the right king and he can't be, no matter how hard he tries. But he tries to create his own mechanical magic ANYWAY. And I like him better for trying to create something better than I do Henry for destroying Richard's attempts.
It will never be your land either. And Richard demolishes Henry in just seven words.
Henry's idea of who he should be versus who he really is--and in ONE WORD.
And Thomas telling Richard an unpalatable truth that he already knows and cannot bear, and dying for it.
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Oh, RICHARD. I feel so very sorry for him. He wants so much to be the right king and he can't be, no matter how hard he tries. But he tries to create his own mechanical magic ANYWAY. And I like him better for trying to create something better than I do Henry for destroying Richard's attempts.
It will never be your land either. And Richard demolishes Henry in just seven words.
Henry's idea of who he should be versus who he really is--and in ONE WORD.
And Thomas telling Richard an unpalatable truth that he already knows and cannot bear, and dying for it.
This is superb. Thank you for writing it.