Colour tattoo of a red and black emblem with the words Lok Tar Ogar in black lettering beside it, on the outer thigh.

Red emblem with lettering on the thigh

Thigh · Colour · Photo

A bold red emblem with a thick black outline and a dark diamond-shaped cut-out sits on the skin, with the words Lok Tar Ogar in black serif capitals running down its right side. The shapes are solid red fill with clean, heavy outlines and no shading. The photo is taken straight on against a blue towel, with the emblem filling most of the frame.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The foreman nailed the red banner to the pithead gate the morning the seam went dry, and nobody in Harrow Stell asked him to take it down. My mother had stitched that sigil from an old wagon cover, the diamond left open in the middle so the sky showed through, and she said a village ought to hang one honest thing where the carts could see it.

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We shouted the cry at every shift change, the old men first, then the boys too young to know what it cost. Lok'tar ogar, they bellowed down the shaft, and the words came back off the rock twice as loud, as if the mountain were answering. I took it for noise to keep our hands steady until the afternoon the timbers groaned and Pell Varney did not come up with the last tally.

Nobody went down after him. The foreman said the roof would not hold another body, and the wives stood at the gate with their shawls pulled tight. I took the spare lamp from its hook, painted the red sigil on its tin housing with my mother's last pot of dye, and went down the ladder alone. The tunnels were black enough to swallow a man's thoughts. I pressed my mouth to the rock and roared the cry until my throat tore.

Far below, a knock answered, then another, slow as a heartbeat. I followed it through the fallen dust, holding the lamp so its red diamond threw a bright patch on the wall, and found Pell sitting against a cart with his cap in his lap, grinning like a fool. We climbed out together, and at the gate the old men cried the cry again, and this time I shouted it loudest.