Marouk snapped his fingers, and a pair of liveried porters stepped into my cabin. They must have been waiting outside the door, I realized. The Chief Steward motioned them toward the body on the rug. The dead man’s face was grey and swollen, his lips inexplicably cracked.
One of the porters hesitated on the threshold, obviously disturbed by the gruesome sight. He was a fair-skinned redhead. A northerner, then, from beyond the jagged butte on the far side of the capital. The brass nameplate on his breast read “Emil Garma.”
His gaze dropped to the doctor, still crouched beside the body, and then to Jax, who was sniffing the dead man’s fingertips. Garma’s already pale face blanched. His fingers scrabbled for the bracelet of prayer beads tied around his wrist, twisting them violently and straining the cord on which they were strung. His lips moved, and I recognized the cadences of an invocation against evil.
It was my turn to bristle. Saguins were not common, true, but neither were they soulless devils, no matter what the northern religion might teach.
Marouk silenced the man with a look. “Bring him to the Medica.” The second porter shook out a sheet and wrapped the body with quick, practiced motions. Together they carried the dead man out. The doctor shrugged an apology and followed.
“Please wait here,” Marouk said, “I will send tea.” He maneuvered his great girth through the door and left.
“Superstitious cretins!” I hissed. My eyes flashed with heat. Jax leapt to my shoulder and rested his tiny palm against my cheek, cooling my temper instantaneously. It was a talent of his.
“Trouble does come in threes,” Jax mused. Though he was poking fun, there was a serious note in his voice. “First the letter, then the poisoned rose. What next, do you think?” I shot him a warning glare, but it was too late.
The Captain walked into the room.
You should write a creative response using the given word. You must use the word in your response, and you must use it correctly. Your response can be no fewer than 33 and no more than 333 words. This week’s word is:
1 a (1) : sightless (2) : having less than 1⁄10 of normal vision in the more efficient eye when refractive defects are fully corrected by lenses
b : of or relating to sightless persons
2 a : unable or unwilling to discern or judge <blind to a lover’s faults>
b : unquestioning <blind loyalty>
3 a : having no regard to rational discrimination, guidance, or restriction <blind choice>
b : lacking a directing or controlling consciousness <blindchance>
c : drunk
I gave kgwaite this prompt: You have (or your character has) five minutes to make an important decision.