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Jim Vickaryous
A trial begins with a tall man walking into the courtroom. His greying blond hair hangs at his waist. Gold combs and silver braids adorn his long grey beard. His steely arms and broad chest are covered with recondite cobalt tattoos. His grey eyes look down at the iron shackles around his wrists. He looks both exotic and menacing to those in the courtroom. Like all defendants accused of murder, he sits and contemplates his impending doom.
His lawyer puts his arm on the tattooed shoulder to reassure him. Thin, balding, clean shaven, and sans tattoos, the lawyer looks rather ordinary. Though plain looking, the lawyer is known to all in the courtroom. The lawyer uncharacteristically begins by stating that he is anxious: “I am speaking for a king … I am defending his life and fortunes.” In his storied career, representing a king is a first. He argues that his swashbuckling client has been wrongfully accused. A political conspiracy of the worst order has led to the false charges.
