Nonmiva was as bold as he was strong, he had won many a heart, and had given his with trepidation, but with dissatisfaction over small matters. That was Nonmiva: small matters held great importance. The roads in his kingdom were signposted, the territory was marked with razor precision but it was a place where if uninvited: angels would fear to tread. Every blade of grass needed permission to be planted, such was the iron first he held in this kingdom. Quite rightly so, for it was his for keeps and this pride saw the kingdom blossom. He kept at this side a great dane. Who would leap and bound in his fields at his pleasure, it was his joy and his light. The dane was a beautiful hound for it was free from his master wielding his iron fist. The hound was as free….enough of the hound..
Then one day
A new visitor arrived in the kingdom, much to all the country men’s surprise. This visitor had not been invited. The country men astounded questioned the decision. A stranger in our lands? This is impossible.
Yet Nonmiva was feeling particularly generous that day, as he had just been in the feilds with his hound. That was where he heard the news.
“No matter” he said. “This is but a small matter.”
The visitor was summoned to the courts where, where upon the questions began. This is where our story unfolds.
Nonmiva did not ask for her name. Instead he gave her one. He called her Daigen.
“What brings you here” asked the judge and thought by the jury
“I am here to sell my cloth” replied Daigen
“We do not see any cloth, you must be lying”
Daigen looked with a stern gaze, and said “My cloth is invisible but today you may see it. “
The crowd gasped at the mention of a trade, but Nonmiva who was much entertained and let Daigen show her wares.
As soon as the hand waved to commence this great show, the cloth fell from the ceiling in bright, and rich tapestries. Intricately woven and beautiful to behold. As the cloth stopped falling and the crowds gasped in awe. Nonmiva began to speak.
“I have seen many a cloth today, but the one that I would like is the one that you wear”
No one saw the tear in Daigens eye, for this cloth was her kingdom. Closely guarded and well preserved by those that cared for her.
“How much for the cloth” asked Nonmiva with determined interest. He saw in the cloth, what others had failed to see. It was hemmed all around with tiny stitches, and he felt it would suit his kingdom. The prince liked small things and intricate detail. It satisfied him. Quite rightly so.
As she lifted the cloth, she was naked as a new borne, but felt no shame. Nonmiva held the cloth in his hand and they both rested for that moment. This was a pleasant exchange.
Until
What is that mark on your head
With dignity, Daigen answered.
“ My mind has been broken, and in my kingdom, I am a queen. The broken queen.”
Nonmiva with a heart asked one more question, before the court was ushered to the doors.
“Did you suffer”
“I suffered greatly and deeply. I have seen things that you would only see in your dreams and thought things that you would never think.”
Nonmiva a man of small things was happy with this cloak. He held it in his hands and admired the stitching once more.
“We have a great many seamstresses that can create this cloak, I thank you for coming and showing me how wondrous a cloak can be”
Daigen lifted her head and looked across the kingdom.
“I had imagined this place once I am pleased that you have let me show you my wares. I have been moved” she said
With that Daigen left the kingdom. She flew back into her kingdom, as Nonmiva’s roads were blocked with dense fog. She flew swiftly and with great skill back to her kingdom, where she was crowned.
Nonmiva, sat still in silence with the cloth in his hand. He was sure he saw a tear on Daigen, but could not be sure. For some reason beyond his comprehension, one small but mighty tear fell on the cloth.
As the country men heard of this. They rose to his side. Quite rightly so.
THE END
Bilezel,
Thank you so much for reading my booker prize novel. Nonmiva was as bold as he was strong, he had won many a heart, and had given his with trepidation, but with dissatisfaction over small matters. That was Nonmiva: small matters held great importance. The roads in his kingdom were signposted, the territory was marked with razor precision but it was a place where if uninvited: angels would fear to tread. Every blade of grass needed permission to be planted, such was the iron first he held in this kingdom. Quite rightly so, for it was his for keeps and this pride saw the kingdom blossom. He kept at this side a great dane. Who would leap and bound in his fields at his pleasure, it was his joy and his light. The dane was a beautiful hound for it was free from his master wielding his iron fist. The hound was as free….enough of the hound..
Then one day
A new visitor arrived in the kingdom, much to all the country men’s surprise. This visitor had not been invited. The country men astounded questioned the decision. A stranger in our lands? This is impossible.
Yet Nonmiva was feeling particularly generous that day, as he had just been in the feilds with his hound. That was where he heard the news.
“No matter” he said. “This is but a small matter.”
The visitor was summoned to the courts where, where upon the questions began. This is where our story unfolds.
Nonmiva did not ask for her name. Instead he gave her one. He called her Daigen.
“What brings you here” asked the judge and thought by the jury
“I am here to sell my cloth” replied Daigen
“We do not see any cloth, you must be lying”
Daigen looked with a stern gaze, and said “My cloth is invisible but today you may see it. “
The crowd gasped at the mention of a trade, but Nonmiva who was much entertained and let Daigen show her wares.
As soon as the hand waved to commence this great show, the cloth fell from the ceiling in bright, and rich tapestries. Intricately woven and beautiful to behold. As the cloth stopped falling and the crowds gasped in awe. Nonmiva began to speak.
“I have seen many a cloth today, but the one that I would like is the one that you wear”
No one saw the tear in Daigens eye, for this cloth was her kingdom. Closely guarded and well preserved by those that cared for her.
“How much for the cloth” asked Nonmiva with determined interest. He saw in the cloth, what others had failed to see. It was hemmed all around with tiny stitches, and he felt it would suit his kingdom. The prince liked small things and intricate detail. It satisfied him. Quite rightly so.
As she lifted the cloth, she was naked as a new borne, but felt no shame. Nonmiva held the cloth in his hand and they both rested for that moment. This was a pleasant exchange.
Until
What is that mark on your head
With dignity, Daigen answered.
“ My mind has been broken, and in my kingdom, I am a queen. The broken queen.”
Nonmiva with a heart asked one more question, before the court was ushered to the doors.
“Did you suffer”
“I suffered greatly and deeply. I have seen things that you would only see in your dreams and thought things that you would never think.”
Nonmiva a man of small things was happy with this cloak. He held it in his hands and admired the stitching once more.
“We have a great many seamstresses that can create this cloak, I thank you for coming and showing me how wondrous a cloak can be”
Daigen lifted her head and looked across the kingdom.
“I had imagined this place once I am pleased that you have let me show you my wares. I have been moved” she said
With that Daigen left the kingdom. She flew back into her kingdom, as Nonmiva’s roads were blocked with dense fog. She flew swiftly and with great skill back to her kingdom, where she was crowned.
Nonmiva, sat still in silence with the cloth in his hand. He was sure he saw a tear on Daigen, but could not be sure. For some reason beyond his comprehension, one small but mighty tear fell on the cloth.
As the country men heard of this. They rose to his side. Quite rightly so.
THE END
Bilezel,
Thank you so much for reading my booker prize novel.
Nonmiva was as bold as he was strong, he had won many a heart, and had given his with trepidation, but with dissatisfaction over small matters. That was Nonmiva: small matters held great importance. The roads in his kingdom were signposted, the territory was marked with razor precision but it was a place where if uninvited: angels would fear to tread. Every blade of grass needed permission to be planted, such was the iron first he held in this kingdom. Quite rightly so, for it was his for keeps and this pride saw the kingdom blossom. He kept at this side a great dane. Who would leap and bound in his fields at his pleasure, it was his joy and his light. The dane was a beautiful hound for it was free from his master wielding his iron fist. The hound was as free….enough of the hound.
Then one day
A new visitor arrived in the kingdom, much to all the country men’s surprise. This visitor had not been invited. The country men astounded questioned the decision. A stranger in our lands? This is impossible.
Yet Nonmiva was feeling particularly generous that day, as he had just been in the feilds with his hound. That was where he heard the news.
“No matter” he said. “This is but a small matter.”
The visitor was summoned to the courts where, where upon the questions began. This is where our story unfolds.
Nonmiva did not ask for her name. Instead he gave her one. He called her Daigen.
“What brings you here” asked the judge and thought by the jury
“I am here to sell my cloth” replied Daigen
“We do not see any cloth, you must be lying”
Daigen looked with a stern gaze, and said “My cloth is invisible but today you may see it. “
The crowd gasped at the mention of a trade, but Nonmiva who was much entertained and let Daigen show her wares.
As soon as the hand waved to commence this great show, the cloth fell from the ceiling in bright, and rich tapestries. Intricately woven and beautiful to behold. As the cloth stopped falling and the crowds gasped in awe. Nonmiva began to speak.
“I have seen many a cloth today, but the one that I would like is the one that you wear”
No one saw the tear in Daigens eye, for this cloth was her kingdom. Closely guarded and well preserved by those that cared for her.
“How much for the cloth” asked Nonmiva with determined interest. He saw in the cloth, what others had failed to see. It was hemmed all around with tiny stitches, and he felt it would suit his kingdom. The prince liked small things and intricate detail. It satisfied him. Quite rightly so.
As she lifted the cloth, she was naked as a new borne, but felt no shame. Nonmiva held the cloth in his hand and they both rested for that moment. This was a pleasant exchange.
Until
What is that mark on your head
With dignity, Daigen answered.
“ My mind has been broken, and in my kingdom, I am a queen. The broken queen.”
Nonmiva with a heart asked one more question, before the court was ushered to the doors.
“Did you suffer”
“I suffered greatly and deeply. I have seen things that you would only see in your dreams and thought things that you would never think.”
Nonmiva a man of small things was happy with this cloak. He held it in his hands and admired the stitching once more.
“We have a great many seamstresses that can create this cloak, I thank you for coming and showing me how wondrous a cloak can be”
Daigen lifted her head and looked across the kingdom.
“I had imagined this place once I am pleased that you have let me show you my wares. I have been moved” she said
With that Daigen left the kingdom. She flew back into her kingdom, as Nonmiva’s roads were blocked with dense fog. She flew swiftly and with great skill back to her kingdom, where she was crowned.
Nonmiva, sat still in silence with the cloth in his hand. He was sure he saw a tear on Daigen, but could not be sure. For some reason beyond his comprehension, one small but mighty tear fell on the cloth.
As the country men heard of this. They rose to his side. Quite rightly so.
THE END
