Inside a Nerd's Mind

A Tale of Sapientiae II

After years of presiding over court, it is sad to say that I have experienced a lot of deception and lies of the people even whether they are lowborn or highborn. People are still people no matter their wealth and status, they just have a different amount of greed. The higher your status or wealth, the more deceiving people become just to grasp power.

A lord came to court one day.

“Your Grace, I saw this filthy servant of mine steal my own bread and take it for himself.” The lord claimed.

“I – I did – not.” Stuttered the servant.

“SILENCE!” interrupted the lord and slapped the servant on the right cheek. “You should only speak when spoken to.” Shouted the lord while pointing his index finger then slapped the servant on the left cheek.

The servant nodded his head down to the floor

“Your Grace, stealers are always liars. Don’t let this filth affect your wiseness.” The lord proclaimed.

I looked at the lord in disgust.

How could a man of high status such as him have the balls to ever disrespect the people that serves him? Did his noble father not teach him to be respectful? I’ve always thought that a highborn would have more access to proper education but this just proves that knowing a thing does not equal to being more of a human being.

“Let’s stop any more hurting and do more talking.” I commanded. “Please bring your first witness.” I added.

A young boy stood up. He was wearing brown ragged clothes, no sandals, with rough hands and dirty feet. His face was also dirty and with fresh cuts and bruises as if he was thrown and beaten in the dirt. He approached the podium while limping and looking down as he walked. He briefly looked at the lord and the lord gave him an arrogant and threatening face. I noticed when the boy turned away that he was filled with fear. I immediately concluded that this must be one of the lord’s servants.

“State your name.” I said.

“A – A – Arthur, melord.” He said stuttering while still looking down at his feet.

The lord approached and slapped him in the face.

“It’s ‘your grace’ and look up when talked to, boy!” He screamed as he corrected the young boy.

“I – I – I’m sorry, your grace.” He said frightened.

There was murmuring in the crowd.

I raised my hand to signal for the lord to back down and the crowd to be quiet.

The murmuring in the court slowly turned down.

“Arthur, what do you have to say?” I asked.

“Th – Th… He – He… stole… it.” He murmured.

“Stole what, Arthur?” I interrogated.

“The… the… the… gold.” the stuttered.

The crowd looked at each other in confusion, murmurs started to spread and voices increase, they were as confused as I am.

I looked over to the lord and his eyebrows lowered and pulled closer together. His eyelids became squinted and his lips curled inwards. He got really angry.

I responded after a while with confusion in my face, “Do you mean the bread, boy?”.

The boy looked up to me, also confused.

“Yes – Yes – Yes. The bread!” the boy corrected.

“Did you see him,” as I pointed to the servant, “steal the bread?”. I asked with a serious face.

“N – no, your grace.” He stuttered.

The lord shushed at him which prompted the boy to look at him.

The lord’s eyes widened and his face turned red.

The boy immediately turned forward but still looked at his feet.

“Uh… I – I mean… yes, your grace.” He stuttered.

“Are you sure?” I questioned.

“Yes yes yes, your grace.” The boy mumbled.

The boy looked hesitant. He looked unsure, like he was forced to testify against the servant.

His words were inconsistent as inconsistent as a politician’s promises.

I doubted each and every word that came out of the boy’s mouth. I don’t blame him. I pity the boy. I would do the same thing if I were ever put in that situation especially if my life depends on it. It was just sad to know that people with great wealth and power can control other people’s lives as if they are wild animals to tame. The boy is just human and is still young, its shameful as a human being to know that all he will ever know growing up is fear, pain, torture, and obedience to the highborn as if he’s a circus animal to train.

I had enough of the boy. “Very well boy, please exit the podium.” I declared.

“Let the defendant present his first witness.” I announced in the entire room.

Suddenly, a young gorgeous lady in a pretty pink dress stood up.

I was surprised at the servant’s witness. I didn’t expect someone of this beauty and grand nature to be defending a lord’s servant. I mean like, how did the servant ever convince her to be a witness at his own trial? Was it money? But he didn’t have any money. Was it fame? This trial could make her famous but this trial is so small that its practically insignificant. Was it glory? Did the servant save her life and this was some sort of payback? Is the servant threatening her family or her family’s lives? Or is it for honor? We shall find out.

The lady was walking slowly on the red carpet approaching the podium. From her stance and dress, she looks like she was born from a high family; that, she was thought how to properly stance herself and walk. She’s no ordinary lady, I tell you that. She’s… something else.

She looked at the lord. She gave him a smug look.

The lord responded with his face full of shock like he didn’t know what was happening.

As she approached the stand, I immediately asked, “What is your name, dear lady?”

“I am Lady Alena Monroza, daughter of Lord Richard Monroza.” She proudly stated.

The whole crowd gasped. Everyone was surprised they didn’t even flinch or move a muscle; we were all just staring at the lady.

“You’re… the daughter… of… the lord?” I gasped.

“Yes, your grace.” She replied.

“And… you want to… testify… against your father?” I asked.

“Yes, your grace.” She replied.

I was astonished by her courage. How can a lady like her stand up against her own father? She must have bigger balls than her lord father. But the better question is, why would she stand against her own father, her own family, her own last name?

“Very well then.” I praised her as I rested my back onto the throne. “Do you swear by the gods and your life that you will tell the truth and nothing but the truth?” I asked.

“Yes, your grace.” the young lady promised.

“Well, what do you have to say, my lady?” I asked, curiously.

“He was not stealing any bread nor any gold in our household.” She claimed.

“How could you prove this? Do you know where he was during the supposed time of theft?” I asked.

“Yes, your grace.” She replied while nodding her head. “He was with me.” She declared as she looked at the supposed servant thief.

The crowd gasped again. The halls were filled with murmurs and holler.

The lord turned red and started cursing against her own daughter.

But… the lady, she remained perfectly still in her perfect posture, ignoring her father’s curses and the crowd’s murmurs.

I looked at everyone in the hall. It was chaos. People were standing and screaming and cursing at the poor young innocent lady.

I had enough of this monstrosity. I’m not going to let humans act like wild animals, not here, not in my kingdoms, and I hope not again in human history.

“SIIIIIILEEEEEEEEEEEEENNCEEE!” I stood and yelled as I stared at everyone at the room.

They all became quiet.

Moments later, everything calmed down and the crowd sat again.

I sat down, took a deep breath, and tried to control my temper.

“Let’s continue.” I insisted.

I hunched forward looking at the young lady.

“You said that the servant was with you when the theft happened?” I asked.

“Yes, your grace.” She assured.

“All night?” I questioned.

“Yes, your grace.” She confirmed.

I rested my back down.

“Can I ask what the two of you were doing?” I wondered.

“I don’t believe it’s significant to this trial, your grace.” She answered.

“I KNEW YOU WERE HOOKING UP!” The lord intervened.

The young lady remained silent.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? TO YOUR FAMILY?” The lord yelled.

The young lady remained silent.

“YOU BROUGHT SHAME UPON THIS FAMILY, OUR NAME!” The lord yelled.

The young lady remained silent.

“WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?” The lord interrogated.

The young lady remained silent.

“YOU’RE JUST A YOUNG STUPID b***h!” The lord insulted.

The young lady looked at his father.

“I’m ashamed to call you as my daughter.” The lord declared.

“THEN DON’T!” The young lady exploded. “I HAD ENOUGH OF THIS FAMILY, I HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR DISRESPECT, I HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!” She shouted while angrily pointing her finger at his father.

I admired the lady’s bravery but she was stepping out of line, the same as his father.

“Stop this nonsense!” I shouted. “Don’t bring your family drama into this honorable court.” I scolded.

I took a deep breath and looked down as to give myself time to think.

The lord approached the throne and tried to plead with me.

“Your Grace, would you even ever believe a girl with no honor such as her? She brought shame to the family, not even speaking of hooking up with who knows what and how many? She’s a w***e!” The lord humiliated her.

“How dare you, sir!” I reprimanded.

I don’t know what came into the lord’s mind. How dare he call his own daughter a w***e. What does being a w***e even have something to do with this trial? This is a trial for a servant being accused of thievery. Any human’s testament is valid no matter your status if it is true. What you say or what you want to prove doesn’t need to depend on your status. Just because someone did something doesn’t mean that what a person is said is wrong or inappropriate.

I can’t even comprehend why he called his own daughter a w***e, his own family, his own blood, and his own sperm that created his daughter.

It’s young love. It’s instant, it’s unexplainable. You can’t logic your way out of love. You just know that you already love a person. It will hit you hard like a brick. It’s invisible like the air around you, you don’t know but it already surrounds you. Do you remember your first love? Did you fight your way out of it or did you just surrendered yourself to the feeling.

Love is a unique but weird concept. A person may commit and say they love you but then after some time they will break up with you. Was that true love? Does true love evaporate in the air like dust? Does true love scatter away in time if not given much nurture? Can we even blame the person for what they’re feeling? I mean, they could’ve loved their significant other from the start but in the end, it withered.

Did he even love his daughter that he brought upon this world? The young brave lady might have not chosen to be born but the lord had a choice to bring kin into this world and this is how he treats her?

And he humiliated her for what? Code? Honor? Family? Or is it because of pride?

Why do the people of this Earth care more about their own pride, their own name, rather than the people they love or the people that loves them? Why do we care more about wealth? Yes, you may be right that wealth may feed us, clothe us, bathe us, give us the things that we need but isn’t it only temporary? Do we bring that wealth into the grave?

When all is lost and the world is in chaos, can wealth and power save your wretched soul?