∴ A Striking Statement ∴
The marble is cold beneath bare feet as you step toward the small framed print at the end of the hall. Unwatched, you trace the outline of the knight on horseback – his stance and expression resolute as he passes monsters and demons.
Since moving to Munich a month ago, your world has become a whirlwind of cut-throat commerce under the appraising eye of your Master. His home is full of fineries you couldn’t have imagined a year ago – yet this unassuming woodcut is the one that keeps drawing you back.
Perhaps it reminds you of a simpler time, when morality seemed as black and white as the ink pressed onto the page. Your eyes come to rest on the lone knight’s longsword – slender yet striking with S-shaped quillons and a recessed disc pommel. A true cross. Your hand drops to the sword at your own side – almost the image’s twin.
In this world the weapon is a symbol of status. But you have demons of your own to fight, and you like to keep it near. Continue reading