Perhaps the true King would have been at least amused by his aspirations. Certainly he would have found Larson an easy, primitive mind to manipulate, if it weren't for those barbarically strong defences.
There's a space in the dream for Edwin, though - there and not there, in the usual way of dreams, a looming presence behind Larson, filling him, through him like a shadow cast on the world around him, that he basks in as the weak cower, as the powerful bow. None of them have true names or faces, in the sense of recognisable people, but there's no denying how they're drawn from a very real group.
There's a quiet thump, somewhere in the empty reality of the estate. In the dream it manifests, retroacted by Larson's mind as the sight of double doors opening in the middle of the wall that weren't there before as the crowd parts, and a face Edwin recognises very, very well stalks out of the emptiness and into the reality of the dream.
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There's a space in the dream for Edwin, though - there and not there, in the usual way of dreams, a looming presence behind Larson, filling him, through him like a shadow cast on the world around him, that he basks in as the weak cower, as the powerful bow. None of them have true names or faces, in the sense of recognisable people, but there's no denying how they're drawn from a very real group.
There's a quiet thump, somewhere in the empty reality of the estate. In the dream it manifests, retroacted by Larson's mind as the sight of double doors opening in the middle of the wall that weren't there before as the crowd parts, and a face Edwin recognises very, very well stalks out of the emptiness and into the reality of the dream.
Arthur Lester.