2018-02-26 11:50:46 UTC
setup: our protag is king of a small kingdom on The Edge Of The World. As in,
there’s a Really Stupendous Cliff on one border of his state, the other
borders being ordinary land borders. If you stand on the top of the cliff and
look down, there are lots and lots and lots of clouds way, way, way, down,
hiding whatever’s down there. Battles near the Edge are different from
battles elsewhere; the various armies try to force the opposition off the
So our protag has been out of the kingdom, acquiring a new queen. He returns
to find that there’s been a slight change of management while he was away.
It seems that some people, including many immigrants from lands not so close
to the Edge, resented the high taxes he’d demanded, especially as a large
chunk of those taxes went to buying livestock and forcing the herds off the
Edge for what were obviously demented religious reasons.
The new management is civilized about things; they’ve cut the taxes,
stopped the wasting of valuable livestock, and will give our protag a subsidy
if he’ll take himself, his delusions, and his new queen and go elsewhere.
Our protag laughs, which was unexpected, and turns to go... quickly. But not
before taking one last look over the Edge. There appears to be something...
glinting... down there. Something very, very, very, big. The new management
sees it too and is suddenly having second thoughts about the
‘wastefulness’ of throwing herds of livestock over the Edge. And about
certain legends, which just have to be just tales for children... don’t
Anyone know this one?