A documentary journal
A relatively successful reconstruction of the workshop.
The Prince was watching my hands work. They moved patiently, stroke by stroke.
He couldn't wait.
He wanted the result now, and it had to be perfect.
Because perfect you cannot judge.
The Sovereign King was watching too.
“Stop for today, you are tired, you are making mistakes,” he ordered, calmly.
“If you don't do the resin tonight, you will have to wait another day,” the Prince countered.
The board became a chessboard.
There were times I'd listen to the King and times the Prince would have his way.
Best read in order.
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