"CHAP-39" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 3 - The Queen Of Swords)THE QUEEN OF SWORDS! A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Thirty Nine "I would not have killed your woman, but I had to make you believe that I would so that you'd get the medicine to save my father's life," Serena said to Prince Serak as she offered to es- cort us back to the saucer. An "offer" we were "glad" to take up even with the protection of Aurora's pistol considering the true nature of some of the "life" that now roamed the ruins of Muske- gon. I wondered if Serena's people, armed with Lorraine's new compound bows, couldn't drive off or kill the last of the blacks. She appeared to be a surprisingly "competent" woman, I noticed! "Would you like to come with me to California?" I ventured. I was sure that my mother could see to it that she got back O.K. "There are `legends' of a great `empire' to the west," she smiled, her beautiful eyes glowing into mine. I wondered if I'd made a "smart move" in asking her, considering how Serak seemed to be "enjoying" himself a bit too much for my liking with her! I was in any case "thankful" for her men, as with nothing but the light from the torches to guide us, it was rather "slow going"! "Princess!" one of the men gasped, a great glowing shape now floating towards us there in the sky. A great silvery cylinder! "I trust An'na has enough sense not to shoot," Aurora spoke in soft tones, the Starfire's great searchlights now brightly lighting the forest as its sensors then quickly located us below. "Lower turret, fire!" Anna snapped, the hellish light of the laser beams flashing out, searing everything they touched! I saw the figures dashing about below, the Starfire's infrared sensors being able with Serena's help to locate the camp of the blacks!!! "We will notify the Priestesses about the disease," Aurora said to me. "Such can cause millions of deaths if not stopped." The Starfire now firing its main armament, bolts of pure energy like horrible bolts of lightning that nothing could withstand!!! This being followed up by an anti-matter missile of ten kilotons that lit up the entire ruins of Muskegon like some awesome "sun"! "The `niggers' killed the Priestess here in Muskegon," Sere- na said. "Some say that they ate her too," she added gruesomely. There would be no "survivors" to pass on their "infection" now.* * According to Aurora the black race of Earth was used by the Lorr as a "control group" when they performed their experiments upon the rest of Mankind. Lorraine writes in her own book that it is possible that the blacks represent what Mankind would have been without the intervention of the Lorr. One does wonder here. "I want to thank you for everything you've done for me," Serena said, the brief soft tanned leather of her attire leaving few doubts that she was an extremely "attractive" woman, espe- cially now that she had been "cleaned up" considerably and shown how to apply a bit of make up to her lovely features! Serak at my side giving her a look that left no doubts as to his thoughts! Serena having the ability, we'd found, to actually "communicate" with some members of her own people in a sort of "telepathy" that I was sure both Aurora and Lorraine would like to know more of!!! "I think you have the makings of a Warrioress," I smiled. It was my intention to take Serena back to California with me. I certainly wasn't going to leave her around Serak if I had any- thing to say about it! She was just too beautiful for my liking! "I owe you my life," she smiled, smiling at Serak then too! "I suppose I should be getting back to Trella," Lorraine said to me there in the darkness as we stood together that night beneath the stars, the coolness of the night a contrast to the heat of the day here in southern Nevada. "I trust Sanda Talen, but in a way I still feel `responsible' for everything that hap- pens while I am away." I nodded, aware of my own `duties' that I had been now neglecting. There was the danger of war with Dularn growing stronger with every day that passed. Especially with Lorraine believing that Queen Maris of Dularn was actually "re- sponsible" for everything that had happened, which I still rather tended to doubt knowing what I did about her. I sensed the hand of Princess Tara behind the scenes, with my brother no doubt playing his role in things. With Maris Queen there was little reason not to believe that my brother might not be trying to dis- credit me in whatever way he could, our enmity going back to the time that he raped me as a teenage girl and stole my virginity. "There was a saying back in my time `that the road to hell is paved with good intentions'," Lorraine suddenly said to me as she stood there in the darkness, only a darker shadow against the barely visible shapes of the ruins of Los Vegas there before us. "You are not responsible for what happened," I said to her. She had spoken to me of these things before. Of the fact that she had been the one to make it possible for Janet Rogers to be- come the first world dictator there in the 21st Century. That if she had not willed her money to her, given Janet Rogers the "step up" that she needed, that there never would have been a World Federation, or the capability to fight a war with another planet! Or the Priestesses of Lys, who now controlled the solar system... "I meant well," Lorraine answered in the darkness. "But I always thought I'd be `there' to guide her," she added, the "her" of course being Janet Rogers herself. "I never thought I'd end up here with Sharon some five hundred and eighteen years in the future." I suppose it had been quite a shock. Her book tells all. The shock, the disbelief when she and Sharon first learned. "Yet you did correct a lot of the mistakes made by those of your own era," I pointed out. Lorraine had first raised the is- sue of "irresponsible reproduction", the idea that only those who paid income taxes should be allowed to vote, the concept that the best way to rid a society of criminals was to put a "bounty" on them. The "T.I.P" (TURN IN PUSHERS) concept she invented was later used by Janet Rogers to virtually eliminate "drug pushing" in the 21st Century. She believed in strict population control, in the requirement that parenthood should be "licensed", which Janet Rogers did not, unfortunately. She was responsible for the Priestesses of Lys, who eventually replaced all other religions and became the true "rulers" of the Earth as I have related here. In the field of economics Lorraine has always stood for a minimum of governmental interference in the economic system, in a system where the workers may organize to purchase the very means of production (Syndicalism, or "economic democracy"). That the "best" government is only that one that "governs" the least! Her policy of "universal education" that she introduced last year in Trelandar has been eventually financed by means of a small and highly progressive tax upon those who do have children, it being Lorraine's policy that they who have children should be required to bear the full "costs" of their actions. That "reproduction" should never ever be subsidized by society. That, she feels from her own studies of history, was one of the major causes that lead to the near collapse of her own social order at the end of the century. She points out that as soon as a society starts to sub- sidize "reproduction", then that society is doomed to collapse. And that those who advocate "universal suffrage" are just as dan- gerous, Lorraine believing that only "taxpayers" should be al- lowed to vote. This being a point where she differed from Sanda Talen, who once advocated a form of "universal suffrage" that was quite similar to that which had existed back in the 20th Century. "And yet I've made enough mistakes of my own in return," she smiled back there in the darkness, referring to her earlier com- ment about Janet Rogers. I could tell by the laughter in her voice now that her rather "dry" sense of humor was now speaking. "It was Janet Rogers who made the `mistakes', not you," I answered. Janet had "ignored" problems that Lorraine never would. On the other hand Lorraine can be and is "hard" at times. She tends to be the sort who makes decisions and sticks to them. "I told Janet what to do," Lorraine replied. "Unfortunately she tended to do exactly that without first questioning whether or not it was the `right' thing to do given the circumstances." "You can't consider yourself responsible for that," I said. "At least I did a good job on the Priestesses of Lys," my Warlady answered, "Although they are sometimes a bit `dogmatic'." Serena standing a bit away from us, staring out over the ruins. I wondered what thoughts went through her mind. She was illiter- ate, unable to read or write, like most Nevadas were, I knew. A woman from a culture that in many ways resembled that of the old Stone Age except for the few precious metal tools they had found. "An `interesting' woman," Serak said to me the next day as we watched Lorraine's Black Lady fade to a speck there in the distance towards the mountains that separated California from Nevada. Somewhere beneath those peaks was the hidden secret city of Leith. Ruled now by the Leaderess of the Women, my mother. "She is `more' than that," I smiled back, kissing him. "And do you have `duties' to perform?" he asked me. "I am the Empress of California," I pointed out. "But I am sure others can do your duties for a while," Serak pointed out. "My father doesn't have to be here in Vegas all the time." I supposed he had a point there. Sharon could deal with things while I was gone. It would be good practice for her too. There was no "need" to return back to Sarn quite yet, I thought. "Ah," Serak observed, reclining at his ease beneath the shade of a tree, his back to its trunk, "It is always nice to see women at work." Pussycat and I fixing our picnic lunch at the moment. His half clad provocative slave girl giving me a "sly" smile as I nodded back. We had built a small fire to cook our meat, a task for which Pussycat was far more fitted than me, a "spoiled" aristocrat who could "hardly boil water" successfully. In any case I've never considered "cooking" to be the sort of a menial skill that a woman of my own royal position should know. "You could `help'," I suggested, squatting by the fire. I had learned the wisdom of keeping up wind from it quickly enough. Pussycat nodding, her half clad figure leaving no doubts as to her own sensual desirability. The woman more like a female ani- mal who lived for love making than those slaves that I had known. "I am a Nevada warrior, and a Prince," Serak pointed out. "It would hardly be `becoming' for me to do `women's work'." It seemed as if I had heard comments like that before somewhere now. Like about five or six centuries uttered by other men back then! "And I am the Empress of California," I pointed out in turn. "You will burn the meat if you hold it that close," our curvy little half clad slave delight commented in soft tones as she walked up to me and took the sticks with the meat from me. Squatting there before the fire, much like some Stone Age woman. Serena had stayed "back" in Vegas, at my "wishes", not Serak's. "There is much I have yet to learn," I said softly to her. "You are an `Empress', I am but a `slave'," she answered. "You are an excellent cook, Pussycat," I said to her as we ate. Serak feeding her from his hand much like one would a dog. "Pussycat's good at doing a lot of things," Serak smiled, giving the smoky smelling coppery skinned wench an affectionate hug. Pussycat kissing the side of his neck, her bared breasts welcoming his caress in return. She wore only beads and a brief buckskin skirt highlighted by exotic patterns she'd sewn into it. She was, as I had noted, quite naked there underneath it. Unlike me of course, she was not "shaved" there beneath it, this being a practice known only apparently to women of "civilized" countries such as California and Dularn. (And also Mars) She did "trim" herself down there, but the idea of actually "shaving" was appar- ently just as quite alien to her as it is to most "barbarians". "You do `love' her, don't you?" I said to Serak. He nodded, smiled at me. Kissed the wench, who laid happily in his arms. "She has been a `comfort' to me," Serak admitted to me, put- ting a bit of meat in her mouth, the hem of her buckskin skirt a bit "high" on those provocative tapering coppery thighs of hers. "Just remember," I said to him, "That I am now your wife." "I'm sure you'll `remind' me if I `forget'," he laughed. THE QUEEN OF SWORDS! A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Thirty Nine "I would not have killed your woman, but I had to make you believe that I would so that you'd get the medicine to save my father's life," Serena said to Prince Serak as she offered to es- cort us back to the saucer. An "offer" we were "glad" to take up even with the protection of Aurora's pistol considering the true nature of some of the "life" that now roamed the ruins of Muske- gon. I wondered if Serena's people, armed with Lorraine's new compound bows, couldn't drive off or kill the last of the blacks. She appeared to be a surprisingly "competent" woman, I noticed! "Would you like to come with me to California?" I ventured. I was sure that my mother could see to it that she got back O.K. "There are `legends' of a great `empire' to the west," she smiled, her beautiful eyes glowing into mine. I wondered if I'd made a "smart move" in asking her, considering how Serak seemed to be "enjoying" himself a bit too much for my liking with her! I was in any case "thankful" for her men, as with nothing but the light from the torches to guide us, it was rather "slow going"! "Princess!" one of the men gasped, a great glowing shape now floating towards us there in the sky. A great silvery cylinder! "I trust An'na has enough sense not to shoot," Aurora spoke in soft tones, the Starfire's great searchlights now brightly lighting the forest as its sensors then quickly located us below. "Lower turret, fire!" Anna snapped, the hellish light of the laser beams flashing out, searing everything they touched! I saw the figures dashing about below, the Starfire's infrared sensors being able with Serena's help to locate the camp of the blacks!!! "We will notify the Priestesses about the disease," Aurora said to me. "Such can cause millions of deaths if not stopped." The Starfire now firing its main armament, bolts of pure energy like horrible bolts of lightning that nothing could withstand!!! This being followed up by an anti-matter missile of ten kilotons that lit up the entire ruins of Muskegon like some awesome "sun"! "The `niggers' killed the Priestess here in Muskegon," Sere- na said. "Some say that they ate her too," she added gruesomely. There would be no "survivors" to pass on their "infection" now.* * According to Aurora the black race of Earth was used by the Lorr as a "control group" when they performed their experiments upon the rest of Mankind. Lorraine writes in her own book that it is possible that the blacks represent what Mankind would have been without the intervention of the Lorr. One does wonder here. "I want to thank you for everything you've done for me," Serena said, the brief soft tanned leather of her attire leaving few doubts that she was an extremely "attractive" woman, espe- cially now that she had been "cleaned up" considerably and shown how to apply a bit of make up to her lovely features! Serak at my side giving her a look that left no doubts as to his thoughts! Serena having the ability, we'd found, to actually "communicate" with some members of her own people in a sort of "telepathy" that I was sure both Aurora and Lorraine would like to know more of!!! "I think you have the makings of a Warrioress," I smiled. It was my intention to take Serena back to California with me. I certainly wasn't going to leave her around Serak if I had any- thing to say about it! She was just too beautiful for my liking! "I owe you my life," she smiled, smiling at Serak then too! "I suppose I should be getting back to Trella," Lorraine said to me there in the darkness as we stood together that night beneath the stars, the coolness of the night a contrast to the heat of the day here in southern Nevada. "I trust Sanda Talen, but in a way I still feel `responsible' for everything that hap- pens while I am away." I nodded, aware of my own `duties' that I had been now neglecting. There was the danger of war with Dularn growing stronger with every day that passed. Especially with Lorraine believing that Queen Maris of Dularn was actually "re- sponsible" for everything that had happened, which I still rather tended to doubt knowing what I did about her. I sensed the hand of Princess Tara behind the scenes, with my brother no doubt playing his role in things. With Maris Queen there was little reason not to believe that my brother might not be trying to dis- credit me in whatever way he could, our enmity going back to the time that he raped me as a teenage girl and stole my virginity. "There was a saying back in my time `that the road to hell is paved with good intentions'," Lorraine suddenly said to me as she stood there in the darkness, only a darker shadow against the barely visible shapes of the ruins of Los Vegas there before us. "You are not responsible for what happened," I said to her. She had spoken to me of these things before. Of the fact that she had been the one to make it possible for Janet Rogers to be- come the first world dictator there in the 21st Century. That if she had not willed her money to her, given Janet Rogers the "step up" that she needed, that there never would have been a World Federation, or the capability to fight a war with another planet! Or the Priestesses of Lys, who now controlled the solar system... "I meant well," Lorraine answered in the darkness. "But I always thought I'd be `there' to guide her," she added, the "her" of course being Janet Rogers herself. "I never thought I'd end up here with Sharon some five hundred and eighteen years in the future." I suppose it had been quite a shock. Her book tells all. The shock, the disbelief when she and Sharon first learned. "Yet you did correct a lot of the mistakes made by those of your own era," I pointed out. Lorraine had first raised the is- sue of "irresponsible reproduction", the idea that only those who paid income taxes should be allowed to vote, the concept that the best way to rid a society of criminals was to put a "bounty" on them. The "T.I.P" (TURN IN PUSHERS) concept she invented was later used by Janet Rogers to virtually eliminate "drug pushing" in the 21st Century. She believed in strict population control, in the requirement that parenthood should be "licensed", which Janet Rogers did not, unfortunately. She was responsible for the Priestesses of Lys, who eventually replaced all other religions and became the true "rulers" of the Earth as I have related here. In the field of economics Lorraine has always stood for a minimum of governmental interference in the economic system, in a system where the workers may organize to purchase the very means of production (Syndicalism, or "economic democracy"). That the "best" government is only that one that "governs" the least! Her policy of "universal education" that she introduced last year in Trelandar has been eventually financed by means of a small and highly progressive tax upon those who do have children, it being Lorraine's policy that they who have children should be required to bear the full "costs" of their actions. That "reproduction" should never ever be subsidized by society. That, she feels from her own studies of history, was one of the major causes that lead to the near collapse of her own social order at the end of the century. She points out that as soon as a society starts to sub- sidize "reproduction", then that society is doomed to collapse. And that those who advocate "universal suffrage" are just as dan- gerous, Lorraine believing that only "taxpayers" should be al- lowed to vote. This being a point where she differed from Sanda Talen, who once advocated a form of "universal suffrage" that was quite similar to that which had existed back in the 20th Century. "And yet I've made enough mistakes of my own in return," she smiled back there in the darkness, referring to her earlier com- ment about Janet Rogers. I could tell by the laughter in her voice now that her rather "dry" sense of humor was now speaking. "It was Janet Rogers who made the `mistakes', not you," I answered. Janet had "ignored" problems that Lorraine never would. On the other hand Lorraine can be and is "hard" at times. She tends to be the sort who makes decisions and sticks to them. "I told Janet what to do," Lorraine replied. "Unfortunately she tended to do exactly that without first questioning whether or not it was the `right' thing to do given the circumstances." "You can't consider yourself responsible for that," I said. "At least I did a good job on the Priestesses of Lys," my Warlady answered, "Although they are sometimes a bit `dogmatic'." Serena standing a bit away from us, staring out over the ruins. I wondered what thoughts went through her mind. She was illiter- ate, unable to read or write, like most Nevadas were, I knew. A woman from a culture that in many ways resembled that of the old Stone Age except for the few precious metal tools they had found. "An `interesting' woman," Serak said to me the next day as we watched Lorraine's Black Lady fade to a speck there in the distance towards the mountains that separated California from Nevada. Somewhere beneath those peaks was the hidden secret city of Leith. Ruled now by the Leaderess of the Women, my mother. "She is `more' than that," I smiled back, kissing him. "And do you have `duties' to perform?" he asked me. "I am the Empress of California," I pointed out. "But I am sure others can do your duties for a while," Serak pointed out. "My father doesn't have to be here in Vegas all the time." I supposed he had a point there. Sharon could deal with things while I was gone. It would be good practice for her too. There was no "need" to return back to Sarn quite yet, I thought. "Ah," Serak observed, reclining at his ease beneath the shade of a tree, his back to its trunk, "It is always nice to see women at work." Pussycat and I fixing our picnic lunch at the moment. His half clad provocative slave girl giving me a "sly" smile as I nodded back. We had built a small fire to cook our meat, a task for which Pussycat was far more fitted than me, a "spoiled" aristocrat who could "hardly boil water" successfully. In any case I've never considered "cooking" to be the sort of a menial skill that a woman of my own royal position should know. "You could `help'," I suggested, squatting by the fire. I had learned the wisdom of keeping up wind from it quickly enough. Pussycat nodding, her half clad figure leaving no doubts as to her own sensual desirability. The woman more like a female ani- mal who lived for love making than those slaves that I had known. "I am a Nevada warrior, and a Prince," Serak pointed out. "It would hardly be `becoming' for me to do `women's work'." It seemed as if I had heard comments like that before somewhere now. Like about five or six centuries uttered by other men back then! "And I am the Empress of California," I pointed out in turn. "You will burn the meat if you hold it that close," our curvy little half clad slave delight commented in soft tones as she walked up to me and took the sticks with the meat from me. Squatting there before the fire, much like some Stone Age woman. Serena had stayed "back" in Vegas, at my "wishes", not Serak's. "There is much I have yet to learn," I said softly to her. "You are an `Empress', I am but a `slave'," she answered. "You are an excellent cook, Pussycat," I said to her as we ate. Serak feeding her from his hand much like one would a dog. "Pussycat's good at doing a lot of things," Serak smiled, giving the smoky smelling coppery skinned wench an affectionate hug. Pussycat kissing the side of his neck, her bared breasts welcoming his caress in return. She wore only beads and a brief buckskin skirt highlighted by exotic patterns she'd sewn into it. She was, as I had noted, quite naked there underneath it. Unlike me of course, she was not "shaved" there beneath it, this being a practice known only apparently to women of "civilized" countries such as California and Dularn. (And also Mars) She did "trim" herself down there, but the idea of actually "shaving" was appar- ently just as quite alien to her as it is to most "barbarians". "You do `love' her, don't you?" I said to Serak. He nodded, smiled at me. Kissed the wench, who laid happily in his arms. "She has been a `comfort' to me," Serak admitted to me, put- ting a bit of meat in her mouth, the hem of her buckskin skirt a bit "high" on those provocative tapering coppery thighs of hers. "Just remember," I said to him, "That I am now your wife." "I'm sure you'll `remind' me if I `forget'," he laughed. |
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