“Do you believe
politics will be more interesting?” Rivek asked.
Ospar’s face lit
with the excitement of a young boy receiving gifts. “I’ve always been
fascinated with affairs of state. I watch the vids of the Royal Council arguing
and wrangling like others watch sports. I want to be in the middle of all that,
in the center of making law and having an impact.”
Rivek pursed his
lips. “There’s that ‘I want’ again. What about what everyone else wants?”
“I’m not sure I
follow.”
“What about the
people of Kalquor, the people who would elect you? Have you factored them into
the equation?”
Rivek’s question
brought a resounding silence from Ospar. The Dramok’s brow furrowed in
concentration as he appeared to turn that consideration over in his mind.
Interesting. Ospar
had been thinking of others’ welfare as he saw it, but hadn’t stop to wonder
how those same people would feel about what he identified as their problems. At
least his heart was in the right place, the priest decided. Ospar just needed to
let his intelligence in on the debate.
Hoping to drive the
point home, Rivek added to his observation, “I guarantee you, the Empire is
interested in what you will do for it. No one cares what you want.”
A burst of laughter
behind them made both men whirl around. The hems of Rivek’s robes snapped as he
faced Nobek Jol, who must have been following silently. He smirked at the
scowling Ospar.
The Nobek said, “Poor
Ospar. It sounds like the master is saying exactly what I’ve been telling you
all along: you are not the center of the universe.”
“Speaking of things
people don’t care about: your opinion.” Ospar told Rivek in a complaining tone,
“This is what I live with every day. This!” He pointed dramatically at Jol.
Rivek thought about
reminding him that he had chosen to clan the man. Prudence won out, and he kept
his mouth shut.
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