author of our fate

            The Padre de la Iglesia and the Capitán de los Conquistadores are brothers.  Together, on horseback, they lead their army across the wild pradera blanca.  History is not far ahead.

            “Heathen souls”, cries the Padre de la Iglesia.

            “Gold”, bellows the Capitán de los Conquistadores.

            But shadow and dust are all they have found so far.

            “The Queen commands you to appear!” they both call out together.

            But the wind remains the only messenger greeting them and it passes behind their backs, howling at them.

            “We are getting nowhere!” a soldier cries out.

            “What do you expect from this Author of our Fate?” answers another.

            “He types like a dripping faucet!” complains a third.

            The Capitan de los Conquistadores brings his horse close to the Padre de la Iglesia.  He leans and speaks quietly in…

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