1492 c/o various

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1477 c/o Andrew Borgstrom

Transylvania, 1477

While mother generally said, "No children, stay inside, just for today, I need you near me," today she said, "Go, run, play, while I roast turkey for dinner." And then her stomach growled images of children gagging on their roasted mothers, and Turkish emissaries with turbans nailed to their heads. The children sang, "Vlad is dead," but mother still changed the menu: "Go, run, play, while I broil duck for dinner." Four days earlier, in France, wolves half-ate the Duke of Burgundy's body so that the only recognizable remains were the scars on his uneaten flesh blazing under the sun.

1470 c/o Andrew Borgstrom

In Barbaric Splendour

Nicollet lit up next to his Gregorian calendar. He put an X through the day as the sun rose. Four years earlier, he left Russia, a lone merchant headed for India. When he arrived yesterday, he called the inhabitants Indians. He felt historical, and if he had another twenty-two years, he would repeat this on another continent. He smoked next to his calendar of excess and watched the armor-plated elephants walk even slower. If he had another hundred years, he would go to France and introduce tobacco. And if he had twelve years after that, he would reform the calendar.