Sitting In The High Chair
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One day in the very distant future, when all that we imagine permanent today has long since vanished and even the rocks and the hills have changed their shape, the Outer Hebrides will be sub-tropical islands and a man named Trudas will live upon them. This is his story.
            Trudas was a thin man, with pale skin and enormous eyes. For these attributes he was, in a quiet way, famous. Equally quietly, he was monarch of the Hebridean Empire, whose estate stretched south as far as the Pyrenees, and north as far as the Pole. The economy of his empire was based primarily on fish.
 In the ominous years of his late forties, Trudas became ill-at-ease. Before that time, he had always seemed reasonable and calm. Now he became unpredictable, sometimes irrational, often strange. In the midst of solemn ceremonies he would burst into speech, muttering syllables in languages no one understood – or he would raise his arms before him and move them in odd gestures, staring all the while vacantly into space…