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A Mynah for the King by Ahmed A. Khan

A Mynah for the King

by Ahmed A. Khan
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Dawn was just breaking when the palace guard saw someone approaching the gate. He immediately became alert, one hand straightening the spear while the other signaled the archers atop the gate to be ready for action if needed. But he need not have bothered. As the person approaching the gate drew nearer, the guard observed that it was a young man, medium height and thin, carrying nothing more dangerous than a sheaf of papers in his hands.

“Halt,” said the guard. The young man halted. The guard looked at him carefully in the diffused light of dawn. The young man had unkempt hair, wore a cheap but white and clean dress, and would have been quite handsome if his cheeks could be fleshed out a little bit. He had a haunted, intense look about him and his eyes were red-rimmed as if from lack of sleep.

“What do you want?” the guard asked.

“An audience with the king.”


“To give him these,” he waved the papers in his hand.

“And what are those?”



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About the Author

Ahmed A. Khan

Ahmed A. Khan is a Canadian writer whose works have appeared in Strange Horizons, Interzone, Anotherealm and many other venues. He has edited anthologies like SF Waxes Philosophical and A Mosque Among the Stars He maintains an irregular blog at ahmedakhan.livejournal.com.

Story Discussion

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A Mynah for the King

“I burned the papers. The stories are in my head.”

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“Yes, sir.”

“And you heard what the king said. The king wants the stories and not the story teller.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The stories are in this man’s head.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Split open his head and get the stories.”

The captain pulled out his sword.


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