A family divided

I could no longer stay in the room. In the audience chamber, the servants watched me from under their downcast eyes. They knew better than to look at me directly, but they observed keenly all that was happening. I knew this well from my own days as a slave. I could feel the tears beginning to well in my eyes as I looked down from my throne at the group of men. My brothers, ten of them, kneeling before me. Suppliants, here to buy grain. They did not know me. ...
Want to read the whole story? To access this content, you need a Digital Subscription or 1 year Print Subscription. If you already subscribe, please log in here.

About the Author

Valerie Volk

Valerie Volk is an Adelaide writer of poetry, verse novels and prose fiction. With more than a hundred poems published in journals, newspapers, anthologies, and seven books, she at last feels entitled to put the word ‘writer’ as her occupation on official forms.