Autumn 1905 – The Kingdom of Eight


King Number Eight thumped his huge fist against his chest. “My kingdom! My rules!”

A group of old village women were cleaning and tending to Justine and Laurence’s wounds so I felt no need argue. The pirates had let off their pursuit at the red painted gate but I was sure they had not yet left. 

King Number Eight lumbered to me. There was no threat in his movements but his size made me wary. He leaned forward and sniffed. The expression on his face twisted as the sides of his mouth turned up. It was one of the most hideous smiles I had ever seen.