They take the Mansion!

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The sun was hot. Burning.
His house was old. Really old. Ammon was the heir of an old family. His stone house was almost a Mansion. He grew wine here. He had all except abundant wealth and production.
Ammon was well off, he didn’t need to worry about water, food, his safety. He lived here in his mansion, a bit off the nearest city, he had a low stone wall around his mansion, he was the only heir, he lived here alone with one servant.

Submitted: December 18, 2019

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Short Story #3 from Quest for Democracy

 

 

by Gilbert Zenner

for the video-game Quest for Democracy

18/12/19

 

The sun was hot. Burning.

His house was old. Really old. Ammon was the heir of an old family. His stone house was almost a Mansion. He grew wine here. He had all except abundant wealth and production.

Ammon was well off, he didn’t need to worry about water, food, his safety. He lived here in his mansion, a bit off the nearest city, he had a low stone wall around his mansion, he was the only heir, he lived here alone with one servant. The servant was luxury. He did the work. Ammon lived on. He didn’t bother working. Why work anyway? He was very content with being the heir of a well-off family. He had his place. He didn’t want more people around. People annoyed him.

Now Ammon wasn’t that arrogant. He was more standoffish.

He was all about living at this mansion. He never showed off. He wanted a calm life here.

Then today a woman showed up at his mansion, a Muslim woman, correctly dressed, the servant alarmed Ammon of her arrival, something truly unusual, and Ammon came to the gate to check and decide. He did not recognize the woman. Well, he knew almost no women. The servant told him the woman was seeking refuge.

Ammon just stood there. Should he let the woman in? He was more deciding by gusto...either yes or no..it was more coincidence what he’d say.

He said yes.

The servant opened the gate and let the woman in. She thanked him.

Ammon let the woman pass him. The Servant guided her to the central courtyard. Ammon followed them and wanted to head back to his chamber. The servant stopped him. What would the woman receive? She needed shelter. The servant needed Ammon’s clear instructions. Ammon gave the first answer that came to his mind..give her one of the chambers. Those were low-key chambers for servants.

Ammon was off. He did not bother with the woman for the rest of the day. The Servant took care of her. Gave her food.

For months this woman would live here now and Ammon took no notice of her, ignored her. Forgot about her on the first day.

For the woman, life here was fine. She was protected, she could eat, she could sleep, she could pray. She thanked the servant each time she received something. It was not her right to ask about Ammon. She wanted to thank him.

So she lived here for months. She liked the mansion. She had never been in such a fortified and wealthy place. Each day was waking up, praying, eating, resting. She wanted to help with cleaning but the servant declined. That was his work. She didn’t dare to leave the mansion. Danger was outside.

Nobody ever asked her what was threatening her.

Life in here bored her. And she couldn’t wash herself. That hurt her convictions and feelings. She prayed for forgiveness.

The servant always kept doing his work. He was used to Ammon being standoffish. and he had clear instructions. Inside, he was wondering how things would continue for the woman. Ammon had long forgotten her.

It took month for the calamity in the city to move outside of it. Months until the inhabitants in the Mansion got notice that a disaster was looming. It started with cavalry riding close to the Mansion. But that was just a symptom. Not the calamity itself. It had grown forceful by now.

Ammon and the Servant never looked beyond their mansion. They just heard the unusual sound of horse riding next to them. At first, they weren’t bothered. A few riders, once, no problem.

Over days, more riders rode out of the city. And around the Mansion. The road circled around the Mansion.

It was the Servant who first grew fearful. He saw that the Mansion was in the way of the riders and it had thereby a fantastic position. Own the mansion and control the territory.

This fear came sudden and veritably. Fear of death. And at fear of death, you do one thing..

His insight came to him at evening, struck into him. Danger outside..and the Mansion was lucrative for these riders.

The Servant took an Emergency Exit out of the Mansion and vanished into the night.

 

The next morning, Ammon noticed his absence. The morning work had not been done so Ammon could not eat. He was very much upset, angry. He had to be served his meal. He had his servant for that.

Why was the servant not doing his job? There was no explanation for this absence...no, Ammon knew no reason for his absence.

He walked around the Mansion expecting to find his Servant. Angry.

Then he found the woman. This struck him with confusion. Had the Servant placed the woman here to replace him? That was forbidden!

He stood facing the woman with confusion and angry and insult.

The woman looked at him. Afraid. Getting terrified. Silent. She retracted from him.

Ammon grew even more upset. He urged for an explanation. No work was getting done! And this woman here..there were no women in the Mansion. Was he hallucinating? He jerked at the woman to get out.

The woman ran out of the Mansion.

Ammon watched her leave. Angry, irritated. Believing himself to see things that weren’t there.

He was very perplexed.

Where was his Servant?? Impossible..the Servant had to be here.

Ammon could not think of anything that made sense..he was fully inside his gusto.

He cursed the Servant.

His whole day was perplexing. Unusual. Unique. He expected to see his Servant the whole day. Expected him to jump out behind a corner.

The Gate of the Mansion got swung open and Cavalry entered. Invaded the Central Courtyard. They saw Ammon and approached him, surrounded him. Ammon stood there, looking very irritated.

Men in leather-armour were looking down upon him. He could see their faces. He knew none. They had spears and swords.

They looked at him.

Then pointed him to leave the Mansion.

Ammon followed their order on impulse, so struck was he by their presence and appearance.

As he walked outside the Mansion one of the riders joined him and guided him into the city. They walked for about an hour. The rider brought Ammon to a slum where he could move into a tent. Where he had a place to live and he was also shown the water and food supply.

 

The riders occupied the Mansion. A valuable and essential strategical Landmark. From here, journeys could be made into any direction and camps outside the Mansion would allow a faster departure than the city.

 

Of course, you want to know what had happened inside the city. What was the calamity and who were the riders? It is a short story.

The country is in an enduring upheaval. That means that territorial dominance changes over time.

And this city had for quite some time been dominated by a tribe that had become unpopular with the residents because the management had been bad and so a different tribe had been given the opportunity by the residents to expel the old tribe and take the city over, a valuable economical resource production. The riders had taken over.

You may ask how. Well, there had not been any battle.

The riders had come and declared their intention to take the city. And the old tribe knew they themselves had no support by the residents. And if the residents don’t want you..you are doomed.

And so the old tribe had to leave..but they took their time to..accept the necessity to leave. There had not been any fighting..just a calamity.

Let’s say a prolonged phase of anger and unwillingness that was expressed verbally and very audibly, with screaming and gesturing.

No cursing, of course.

 

The old tribe finally left.

No fighting. No murder. No wounds.

Then the new tribe moved.

 

We shall follow up with more Short Stories all around this country in this, it’s most crucial campaign ever.

 

And yes, all of these Short Stories give an idea of the content of the video-game Quest for Democracy, which you are helping to finance by having bought this Short Story. Feel invited to also buy my ebooks and essays on gilbertzennerbooks.com/shop

 

I thank you for being part of this exciting project. Let us make this game happen!

 

 

 

THE END


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