Black script lettering of Jeremiah 29:11 across the thigh, in a fine, flowing handwriting style.

Jeremiah 29:11 script on a thigh

Lettering · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A block of black cursive script runs across the thigh, quoting Jeremiah 29:11 in four lines with the reference set beneath in a more upright hand. The linework is fine and even, with no shading, and the ink is solid black against pale skin. The text fills most of the frame on a plain dark background.

Lettering Thigh Script Quote Bible verse

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Tobiah Marr had copied forty-one dispatches for the garrison at Hesk before the one that made his pen hesitate. The ink was iron gall, the paper cured in the hot room under the bell tower, and the dictation came from a sergeant who did not look up while he spoke. "Write it in the good hand," he said. "The wife reads slowly."

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Tobiah wrote the verse as it was given, four lines of looping letters, and then the sergeant asked for the closing figures to be set apart and made smaller, as if they were a seal. Tobiah had not known the words were meant for anyone but the king's ledger. The sergeant told him the prisoner had been taken over the eastern ridge with a rope on his wrists, and that the letter would travel with the next salt wagon to the valley towns where the family had been resettled.

Tobiah thought about that for the rest of the afternoon. He had been a boy in the valley towns himself before the census carried him up to the capital to learn a trade with his fingers. When the sergeant had gone to his supper, Tobiah dipped the nib, wiped it on the rim, and wrote one line the sergeant had not dictated, small beneath the seal where no one would check: I have not forgotten the names of the roads.

The wagon left at dawn with the sacks of salt and the letter stitched into the lining of a coat. Tobiah kept the spare sheets, as he always did, and in the margin of the last one he practised the figures again, slowly, until the zeros sat round and even, like stones set in a wall.