Newgate Prison, 1701 (part 2)
The way my father spoke of death chilled me. I have heard fishwives discuss inclement weather with greater passion. Anyroad, Holly gave a small sigh then, a mixture of resignation and exasperation, and replied, "Just get me out of Newgate. I'll do th' rest."
My father cleared his throat, gave the skirt of his dusky-colored vest a tug, and said, "You have not yet heard my proposal."
"Mayhap not, but I'm guessin' it be bloody work, else y' wouldn'a come looking for me specifically. Course, I 'aven't known you to shy away from a bit o' violence here an' there, so it's likely messy on some differen' level t'which I remain mostly oblivious."
"Your hypotheses are valid," my father replied. I had never heard him talk like this, never heard him negotiate with anyone. In fact, if anyone had asked me a week back, I wouldn't have believed that my father even knew the definition of the word "hypothesis."
He seemed to read something in Holly that told him to go on, despite that his face remained hidden beneath layers of spotted gauze. For half a second, something showed in his eyes akin to fear, and that terrified me more than anything else ever could have. After what seemed like a century, he announced what was possibly the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard in my life.
"I want you to kill Isaac Newton."
My father cleared his throat, gave the skirt of his dusky-colored vest a tug, and said, "You have not yet heard my proposal."
"Mayhap not, but I'm guessin' it be bloody work, else y' wouldn'a come looking for me specifically. Course, I 'aven't known you to shy away from a bit o' violence here an' there, so it's likely messy on some differen' level t'which I remain mostly oblivious."
"Your hypotheses are valid," my father replied. I had never heard him talk like this, never heard him negotiate with anyone. In fact, if anyone had asked me a week back, I wouldn't have believed that my father even knew the definition of the word "hypothesis."
He seemed to read something in Holly that told him to go on, despite that his face remained hidden beneath layers of spotted gauze. For half a second, something showed in his eyes akin to fear, and that terrified me more than anything else ever could have. After what seemed like a century, he announced what was possibly the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard in my life.
"I want you to kill Isaac Newton."