Black fine-line tattoo of crossed diagonal lines with Roman numerals XXIII and XXX and the symbols greater-than-or-equal and identical-to, on the inner forearm.

Crossed lines with Roman numerals on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A black ink tattoo of two crossed diagonal lines forming an X, with the Roman numerals XXIII above and XXX below, and a greater-than-or-equal symbol on the left and an identical-to symbol on the right. The linework is thin and even, with no shading or colour, and it sits on the inner forearm against white bedding. The photograph is taken at a close angle in soft indoor light.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Hester had walked the boundary three times before the rain eased enough to see the chapel's east wall. Her chain lay coiled in the cart, the brass pins rattling whenever the mare shifted, and Edwin Marrable stood at the gate with his hat dripping onto his good waistcoat, waiting for her to say what he wanted to hear.

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She opened the field book on the tailboard and drew what she had measured. Two lines, one running from the yew to the ford, the other from the broken lych gate to the old mill race. Where they crossed, the chapel stone sat square on the point, which meant the Marrable claim and the Dunn claim had been quarrelling for forty years over a pencil mark. Twenty-three chains on the north side. Thirty on the south. Edwin had taken the figure of twenty-three from his grandfather's deed and called it fact.

"The north is greater than or equal to the south," he said, reading over her shoulder. "That's what the old man wrote. It's there in black and white." She tapped the sign she had drawn on the left. "It means the north may be the same as the south, or more. It does not mean you are owed it." Beside it she drew the sign on the right, three stacked bars meaning identical, and wrote beneath it the word her father had taught her: measured.

Edwin studied the two signs for a long while. Then he took the pencil from her and rubbed out the first one, slowly, so the paper only thinned where it had been. The rain started again. Hester closed the book on the stone that had been holding the lines in place all along, and let the mare take them home.