Chapter 15
Kol and Abraham were wondering through the market. He stopped at Roy’s booth. Roy was the best jeweler in Mecca. His better stuff was in his shop. Kol was surprised to see Roy here. Usually it was one of his children. “Sire,” he bowed his head.
Kol found a very simple cross. It wasn’t heavy. He thought it delicate and pretty. “I’ll take this.” Roy was a little stunned by the kings purchase but said nothing. “Will you come by and see me later and bring this?”
“Yes, sire.”
After the market had closed, Roy made his trip to the king. Kol was in the library. He paid Roy and accepted the necklace. “I would like to commission a piece from you.”
“Sire, I would be delighted.”
“I would like a bracelet.” Kol produced a string from the desk drawer, “this long.”
“Including the clasp?”
Kol thought for a moment, “when it closes, it needs to be the exact length of this string.”
“Yes, sire.”
“This shouldn’t be difficult for you. Since you’ve done it before.” He pointed at the coat of arms, “I want a replica of this to be in the center.”
“Sire?” Roy questioned. “I’ve never done anything with this coat of arms.”
Kol looked at him like he had lost his mind. Before taking off his medallion and handing it to Roy.
Roy studied it for a very long time. “Wow! This is amazing. Excellent work. But sire, I didn’t do this.” He returned it to Kol. “What does it say on the backside?”
“I was hoping you could tell me.”
He shook his head, “no, I have no idea. It is beautiful work.”
Kol took a ring off his little finger, “is this big enough to write on?”
Roy turned it over between his fingers, “front or back?”
“Opinion.”
“Do you know what you want it to say?”
“1 John 4:18.”
“I can work up a few ideas and let you pick.” He handed the ring back.
“Follow me.” Kol took Roy outside to the garden. “See these purple flowers? I want the coat of arms to be the center and these flowers to go out from it. Work up your design.”
“Yes sire.”
Kol lit the candle and Kessa answered.
“My king,” she bowed her head.
Kol told a little lie, “I took my medallion over to Roy today. I wanted one made for Frego. I was shocked to learn Roy didn’t make this.” He walked closer to Kessa with the medallion in his hand. “What does it say on the back?”
“Psalms 23:5”
“In what language?”
“Our old language that mostly the priest use now.”
“This is beautiful. Even Roy was amazed. Kes, who did you commission to make this?”
“Would you really like one for Frego?”
“I would.” He walked over to his bed table, “I have something for you.”
“My king.” He produced a little box, handing it to her. She was nervous about taking it.
He noticed, “you will hurt my feelings if you don’t accept it.” He smiled.
She took the box from him opening it, “It’s beautiful.”
He took it out, putting it around her neck.
“Thank you, my king.”
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