

The Mute Mask


Let me take her to the king, I heard as my body draped exhausted in the stalks with the mute mask upon my head. Unable to make my voice heard I stood, nearly lifelessly, listening to the towns people decide my fate. The vote was unanimous. I was to be brought before the King for my public disturbances. The weight of the wood lifted from my shoulders as a guard unlocked the stocks and helped me to stand