Sentence The Fourhundredandeightyseventh

And on the self-same date, albeit separated by exactly seven hundred and fifty years to the day, a different Duke of Albany, though possessing the same genes and the same interests, and proof that history does indeed repeat itself – or will repeat itself, for it is impossible to tell whether this particular day is the earlier, or the later, for what would have been a panoptic view of the wide valley between the Southern Hills and the ridge which ran from West to East and petered out just to the South of the town, was also veiled by such an opacus haar, as dense as the ylem from which the universe was born, that it was rendered null and void of interest; this Duke of Albany, having hoovered up a similar large dish of some sort of lamb ragout, burped, just like the other and apologised for disappointing his guest, who also seemed hardly to notice anything: “perhaps if I loosened some of the knots,” Albany mused, “would that return feeling to you, but maybe you would

prefer to lack feeling, I do know that there are others who would trade places with you, who would jump at the chance of being my plaything, giving me amusement, it is sad that you seem not to appreciate the honour I bestow on you, for now; later, I may tire of you and your lack of imagination, of appreciation, for you seem quite unaware – you are conscious, aren't you?” and he reached over and pushed up the eyelids, and was pleased to see a flash of fear or anger in the eyes, “good, good, passivity and submission are of course a given, but a little spark of resistance can add a frisson which seasons everything, like pepper and salt on beef – now, let us see what is between your legs,” and he pulled up the loose shift, stained and bloodied; and he smiled: “oh yes, of course, I can see we are going to have fun together,” his voice so gentle and full of the empathy he used when mesmerising his playmates, and he slid his hands between the thighs and pinched, and fondled, and tweaked, smiling broadly as he watched the reaction on the other's face: “well, at least I am going to have fun, and you are the fun I am going to have, so you might as well allow yourself to enjoy it too! and never fret, my pet, I have no plans yet for immolation!”