"2567-12" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 5 - The Warlady Of Dularn)"THE WARLADY OF DULARN" 2567 A.D.! By Jerome Bigge Chapter Twelve "When it is nightfall, we will close the shore and send a boat to that little cove we've used before," Queen Maris Marn of Dularn spoke, her first officer nodding, glancing out at the sea. With the black painted hull, the black dyed sails, the North Star was now for all practical purposes "invisible" at night. "There you will land me, my personal Warrioresses and extra weapons and supplies," she added. The first officer wheeling about, shocked at her utterly unexpected words! The "dangers" that she would face! There was a "bounty" of a thousand golden crowns on her beautiful golden head. A "bounty" that the Empress of California herself had placed there! There were "outlaws", men who would be "delighted" to turn in the Queen of Dularn to Imperial troopers! "You could be....," he breathed, well aware of the dangers! "I am giving you my direct orders," the Queen answered back, her eyes like beautiful green gems burning straight into his own. She kept to herself the "strange dream" she'd had just the night before. The tall golden haired woman who had told her what she must now do. The instructions had been given in a way that Maris herself could not "disobey", although she did not understand why! Only one, a tall, stern featured brunette who "commanded" an awe- some fleet south of Baja, could have explained to her the lasting effects of post hypnotic suggestion of the sort commonly used by the Priestesses of Lys upon small children. Maris' own mind hav- ing been "programmed" to the point that she could be turned into a nearly mindless robot by any Priestess using a certain "command word". Such a "word" had been given the night before when Tais had "teleported" herself to the stern cabin of the North Star some thirty miles from shore. The "balance of power" would be reestablished between California and Dularn once again. Darlanis would have the amazing Lorraine, and Maris would have that couple from the 20th Century as a "counterpart" to the Imperial Warlady! ***************************************************************** I brought my sword under the man's guard, slashed his chest. I could hear the clash of steel behind me, knew that Carol was holding her own against the other two men. They had sent five men out against us this time. I suspected that the orders had been given by a tall golden haired Empress. The cheers of the crowd were deafening as I spun about and met the blade of anoth- er, Carol swiftly slashing, the "fury" blazing in her eyes, the blood running from his body as he staggered back, badly wounded! "GOD DAMN THAT BITCH!!!" Carol snarled viciously, the anger showing now in her ordinarily lovely voice. Neither of us had any doubts now as to why we were being pitted against these odds! "They are `Californians'," I pointed out, searching the crowd with my eyes. I suspected that Darlanis shouldn't have given the orders that she had. The people of Trella had not much liked seeing what they had just seen. Only Carol's fantastic skill with a sword had saved us this time! Only the fact she was able to keep several of our opponents "busy" at the same time had allowed us this victory. Now I could tell she was nearly ex- hausted, the sweat glistening upon her naked body under the sun! "Damn Imperials!" Carol snarled, using the common Dularnian term for those of the Empire of California! "Face Me, Darlanis!" my wife suddenly cried, although I don't think she was heard above the roars of the crowd! It was, I thought, just as well. I doubt very much that Carol would have been able to "match" the awesome Empress of California. I once saw her take on Lorraine. It was a "lesson" I think my wife has never forgotten either yet! "Six of them this time," I said, seeing the men being driven out to meet us. There was no hope now. Even back to back we could not hope to stand against such numbers! Then suddenly there was another at our side, a tall brunette, her long slim blade gleaming there in her hand! Lady Tirana! Her dark eyes glittering there beneath her stylish broad brimmed black hat as she gave us a smile of assurance! The roars of the crowd were deafening, like the sounds of a subway train there in New York! And Keri, her granddaughter, her dark eyes glowing hot into mine as she too now joined us, her own blade gleaming in the sunlight! "Never did like the `bitch'!" Lady Tirana said. "Too damm beautiful for her own good." I suspected there was a long story behind this, but just then we didn't have "time" for it either!* * Lady Tirana was once the Warlady of Sarn when Darlanis first became its Queen by means perhaps not that "honorable". Darlanis accused Tirana of "incompetency" in the death of King Thar Marden a few months later, and removed her from her position as Warlady. Lorraine mentions this in her first book, but doesn't go into any "detail", perhaps because her friendship with Darlanis. Darlanis as a young woman was a cold, ruthless, "calculating" person who "used" her beauty, her body, to "get" what she "wanted". (R.S.) I watched guardsmen dash out, guide the armed slaves back. I suspected that Darlanis had given the orders, or perhaps Sanda Talen, who is a good friend of Lady Tirana's. Lady Tirana com- menting that she would have liked to have seen how the four of us could have fought together. I think we would have done well. I might note here that Keri's skill with a sword is second only to her grandmother's. I often "think" of her, hope she found a man who could "love" her in the way that she wanted to be so "loved". "Your wife is an attractive woman," Lady Sanda Talen said, Carol having been allowed to use makeup, a bit of perfume. Her slave shift was new, freshly pressed. It fitted well as did my own attire, a white cotton tunic of the sort often worn by male slaves. With us was Lady Tirana, and a number of others. There had been a "heated discussion" between Darlanis and Lady Sanda! At the moment Sanda was now nursing her baby son, her blouse un- done, although she did so in such a way that she did not show her breast. Women who nurse wear a sort of "nursing bra", I might note here. They also do not wear "clips", or the "nipple posts" that pierce the nipple for the clip "pins". Lady Sanda would re- main "clipless" until her baby was weaned, at which time she would have her nipples pierced once again and the "posts" fitted. She might also consider a "lift" too if she felt she was starting to "sag", the woman of the 26th Century usually going "braless". Big breasts are not considered "attractive" on a woman in this era, it being common to "moo" a woman with an oversized bustline. On the other hand a woman with a "full" rear end is much admired! "I never should have allowed Darlanis to give the orders she did," Lorraine's former "major domo" said. We were in the royal palace of Trella, in the same palace that had once felt the tread of one I had always "admired" before I realized my Carol was truly "more". Now Lorraine was another "memory", nothing "more". "She is fighting a war she cannot `win'," Tirana said. I recalled that in Lorraine's last book she had attempted to con- vince Darlanis to negotiate a peace treaty with Maris, but that Darlanis had refused to "give" at all on the issue of the "dis- puted territories" there north of Orgon. (Oregon in my own time) "She has Lorraine," Lady Sanda smiled, "But even SHE cannot win what cannot be won," the Prime Minister of Trelandar replied. The attractive brunette then suddenly turning to Carol and ask- ing, her dark eyes burning straight into Carol's as my wife stood there beside me, "Are you both truly of the Twentieth Century?" Keri regarding Carol, almost as if she was "studying" my wife. I should perhaps note again that Keri is a Scribe, not a Warrioress despite the fact she is skillful with a sword and bow. Her own field of "study" (she is a Teacher) is 21st Century history. She once told me that she would have "believed" us if we'd claimed to have been from that time, which did have "neck chains", "clips". Keri informing me that men and women did wear swords in that era! There are a large number of "book-disks" from that era, all now "unreadable" except on Lorraine's computer which Keri has used to write her own "thesis" on the "way of life" in the 21st Century.* * She was nice enough to send me a copy, in which she claims that Janet Rogers introduced such things as a part of her "NEW ORDER" which was supposed to be an entirely "new answer" to Mankind's seemingly "unsolvable" problems. There are still surviving photographs of that era, of women in costumes that leave no doubt that "feminine provocativeness" reached its peak then too! (R.S.) "We are," I said, wondering if this time they might believe! "Which hand did you burn when Jack Duval put his hand under your skirt?" Sanda Talen suddenly asked my wife, while holding her baby son up to her breast there beneath her blouse. I knew "that item" had never been a part of Lorraine's books, and it was not likely to be something that Lorraine would have told Maris!!! "My right," Carol answered, putting her arm around me as I stood beside her. "And he did more than just put his hand under my skirt," Carol then added, Jack having actually inserted a cou- ple fingers right up into my wife's vagina after pushing the crotch of her bikinis aside with a quick brush of his own hand! My wife at the time bending over the oven, removing a roast she had just cooked. Her unthinking "reaction" had caused her to burn the back of her right hand against the top of the oven then. Carol had wheeled about with a curse, grabbed a meat fork and put it up to Jack Duval's throat, telling him in no uncertain "terms" what she would "do" if he ever "touched" her again like that! Lorraine had been standing there, and watching the entire scene. I have often wondered if she considered Carol as being the "sort" of a woman that men might so "play with" if it so "pleased" them. "It is just `possible' they are telling the `truth'," Lady Sanda said to Lady Tirana, who nodded in the negative. Tirana pointing out that Carol's nipples were pierced, something that was not done in the 20th Century, nor did women of that time wear "straps", Lady Tirana being obviously well versed on our own era! "I tend to believe it," Keri interjected, giving me a smile. "She was also `neck chained' when we found them," Tirana ad- ded, "And their skill with a sword indicates they cannot be from that era unless what Lorraine has told us both is utterly false." "I am ordering you as Lorraine's representative to keep them both until she returns from the Gulf of Cortez," Lady Sanda said. "She will know, I am sure, if they are what they `claim' to be." ***************************************************************** "You are risking your life for nothing!" the first officer protested, well aware of the dangers of closing the shore this close to Trella. Trelandar having a patrolling first rate, the awesome Corsica, kept constantly on patrol for Dularnian raiders! A few stars visible from time to time between the moving clouds. They had "felt" their way in, the land only darkness before them. "It is my life to risk," Queen Maris Marn of Dularn replied. She wore the black of the Warrioress, as did her three women. A slim dark haired wench, coppery skinned, standing at her side. La-ra the slave girl already smelling the forest ahead of them! "There are dangerous animals, other `things'," he pleaded. "I am `of the Warrioresses'," Queen Maris answered back. The distant howl of some great predatory beast greeted the Queen's ears as she climbed up the rocks, a muttered curse behind her making her smile to herself as one of her Warrioresses slipped on the stone. La-ra like a dark shadow ahead, climbing the cliff like some monkey. The Nevada wench pausing, reaching down with a hand to her beloved mistress. Maris' beautiful gold- en hair now covered by a dark cloth so that none might see. The long rope that joined them would later serve to drag up the other weapons and supplies that they had brought with them. The new compound bows she had just introduced there in Dularn as an "an- swer" to the Imperial weapon recently designed by Queen Lorraine. "Not enough `exercise'," Maris grunted, sweating now as she climbed. Life aboard a ship gave one little chance for exercise. Especially if you were the Queen of your nation and you couldn't go scrambling about the ship without losing your "royal dignity"! "Mistress getting too fat too," the slave girl laughed back. The "width" of the "royal behind" was something the men aboard now often whispered about, Maris having put on a bit of "weight" over the last few months. The constant strain on her nerves hav- ing driven her to constantly "nibble" when she shouldn't have. "This should take it off," Maris smiled up at the girl. "We'll stay here for the night," Maris spoke, seeing the re- mains of what had once been a campsite for others on the cliffs. She was sweating despite the coolness of the night time forest. She thought of the forms of life that might inhabit its darkness. Shuddered to herself, the sword at her hip as "useless" as a stick against some of the creatures that roamed its dark glades! Creatures that would have delighted a big game hunter of the 20th Century, but Maris had no .375 Magnum either to deal with them!!! "They are off that raider," the woman whispered there in the darkness to her companions. Their bodies stained with berries so that they blended in with the terrain around them. The Leaderess of their united bands a woman who had once been of the Nevadas. "Sandi said they would be `friends'," the other spoke. "We can kill them, take their weapons," another said. "We will take them alive, question them," San-sha spoke, a motion of her arm sending out the other women under her command. She herself would "take" the blonde haired woman sleeping next to the tree. The woman who obviously was in "command" of the force. "THE WARLADY OF DULARN" 2567 A.D.! By Jerome Bigge Chapter Twelve "When it is nightfall, we will close the shore and send a boat to that little cove we've used before," Queen Maris Marn of Dularn spoke, her first officer nodding, glancing out at the sea. With the black painted hull, the black dyed sails, the North Star was now for all practical purposes "invisible" at night. "There you will land me, my personal Warrioresses and extra weapons and supplies," she added. The first officer wheeling about, shocked at her utterly unexpected words! The "dangers" that she would face! There was a "bounty" of a thousand golden crowns on her beautiful golden head. A "bounty" that the Empress of California herself had placed there! There were "outlaws", men who would be "delighted" to turn in the Queen of Dularn to Imperial troopers! "You could be....," he breathed, well aware of the dangers! "I am giving you my direct orders," the Queen answered back, her eyes like beautiful green gems burning straight into his own. She kept to herself the "strange dream" she'd had just the night before. The tall golden haired woman who had told her what she must now do. The instructions had been given in a way that Maris herself could not "disobey", although she did not understand why! Only one, a tall, stern featured brunette who "commanded" an awe- some fleet south of Baja, could have explained to her the lasting effects of post hypnotic suggestion of the sort commonly used by the Priestesses of Lys upon small children. Maris' own mind hav- ing been "programmed" to the point that she could be turned into a nearly mindless robot by any Priestess using a certain "command word". Such a "word" had been given the night before when Tais had "teleported" herself to the stern cabin of the North Star some thirty miles from shore. The "balance of power" would be reestablished between California and Dularn once again. Darlanis would have the amazing Lorraine, and Maris would have that couple from the 20th Century as a "counterpart" to the Imperial Warlady! ***************************************************************** I brought my sword under the man's guard, slashed his chest. I could hear the clash of steel behind me, knew that Carol was holding her own against the other two men. They had sent five men out against us this time. I suspected that the orders had been given by a tall golden haired Empress. The cheers of the crowd were deafening as I spun about and met the blade of anoth- er, Carol swiftly slashing, the "fury" blazing in her eyes, the blood running from his body as he staggered back, badly wounded! "GOD DAMN THAT BITCH!!!" Carol snarled viciously, the anger showing now in her ordinarily lovely voice. Neither of us had any doubts now as to why we were being pitted against these odds! "They are `Californians'," I pointed out, searching the crowd with my eyes. I suspected that Darlanis shouldn't have given the orders that she had. The people of Trella had not much liked seeing what they had just seen. Only Carol's fantastic skill with a sword had saved us this time! Only the fact she was able to keep several of our opponents "busy" at the same time had allowed us this victory. Now I could tell she was nearly ex- hausted, the sweat glistening upon her naked body under the sun! "Damn Imperials!" Carol snarled, using the common Dularnian term for those of the Empire of California! "Face Me, Darlanis!" my wife suddenly cried, although I don't think she was heard above the roars of the crowd! It was, I thought, just as well. I doubt very much that Carol would have been able to "match" the awesome Empress of California. I once saw her take on Lorraine. It was a "lesson" I think my wife has never forgotten either yet! "Six of them this time," I said, seeing the men being driven out to meet us. There was no hope now. Even back to back we could not hope to stand against such numbers! Then suddenly there was another at our side, a tall brunette, her long slim blade gleaming there in her hand! Lady Tirana! Her dark eyes glittering there beneath her stylish broad brimmed black hat as she gave us a smile of assurance! The roars of the crowd were deafening, like the sounds of a subway train there in New York! And Keri, her granddaughter, her dark eyes glowing hot into mine as she too now joined us, her own blade gleaming in the sunlight! "Never did like the `bitch'!" Lady Tirana said. "Too damm beautiful for her own good." I suspected there was a long story behind this, but just then we didn't have "time" for it either!* * Lady Tirana was once the Warlady of Sarn when Darlanis first became its Queen by means perhaps not that "honorable". Darlanis accused Tirana of "incompetency" in the death of King Thar Marden a few months later, and removed her from her position as Warlady. Lorraine mentions this in her first book, but doesn't go into any "detail", perhaps because her friendship with Darlanis. Darlanis as a young woman was a cold, ruthless, "calculating" person who "used" her beauty, her body, to "get" what she "wanted". (R.S.) I watched guardsmen dash out, guide the armed slaves back. I suspected that Darlanis had given the orders, or perhaps Sanda Talen, who is a good friend of Lady Tirana's. Lady Tirana com- menting that she would have liked to have seen how the four of us could have fought together. I think we would have done well. I might note here that Keri's skill with a sword is second only to her grandmother's. I often "think" of her, hope she found a man who could "love" her in the way that she wanted to be so "loved". "Your wife is an attractive woman," Lady Sanda Talen said, Carol having been allowed to use makeup, a bit of perfume. Her slave shift was new, freshly pressed. It fitted well as did my own attire, a white cotton tunic of the sort often worn by male slaves. With us was Lady Tirana, and a number of others. There had been a "heated discussion" between Darlanis and Lady Sanda! At the moment Sanda was now nursing her baby son, her blouse un- done, although she did so in such a way that she did not show her breast. Women who nurse wear a sort of "nursing bra", I might note here. They also do not wear "clips", or the "nipple posts" that pierce the nipple for the clip "pins". Lady Sanda would re- main "clipless" until her baby was weaned, at which time she would have her nipples pierced once again and the "posts" fitted. She might also consider a "lift" too if she felt she was starting to "sag", the woman of the 26th Century usually going "braless". Big breasts are not considered "attractive" on a woman in this era, it being common to "moo" a woman with an oversized bustline. On the other hand a woman with a "full" rear end is much admired! "I never should have allowed Darlanis to give the orders she did," Lorraine's former "major domo" said. We were in the royal palace of Trella, in the same palace that had once felt the tread of one I had always "admired" before I realized my Carol was truly "more". Now Lorraine was another "memory", nothing "more". "She is fighting a war she cannot `win'," Tirana said. I recalled that in Lorraine's last book she had attempted to con- vince Darlanis to negotiate a peace treaty with Maris, but that Darlanis had refused to "give" at all on the issue of the "dis- puted territories" there north of Orgon. (Oregon in my own time) "She has Lorraine," Lady Sanda smiled, "But even SHE cannot win what cannot be won," the Prime Minister of Trelandar replied. The attractive brunette then suddenly turning to Carol and ask- ing, her dark eyes burning straight into Carol's as my wife stood there beside me, "Are you both truly of the Twentieth Century?" Keri regarding Carol, almost as if she was "studying" my wife. I should perhaps note again that Keri is a Scribe, not a Warrioress despite the fact she is skillful with a sword and bow. Her own field of "study" (she is a Teacher) is 21st Century history. She once told me that she would have "believed" us if we'd claimed to have been from that time, which did have "neck chains", "clips". Keri informing me that men and women did wear swords in that era! There are a large number of "book-disks" from that era, all now "unreadable" except on Lorraine's computer which Keri has used to write her own "thesis" on the "way of life" in the 21st Century.* * She was nice enough to send me a copy, in which she claims that Janet Rogers introduced such things as a part of her "NEW ORDER" which was supposed to be an entirely "new answer" to Mankind's seemingly "unsolvable" problems. There are still surviving photographs of that era, of women in costumes that leave no doubt that "feminine provocativeness" reached its peak then too! (R.S.) "We are," I said, wondering if this time they might believe! "Which hand did you burn when Jack Duval put his hand under your skirt?" Sanda Talen suddenly asked my wife, while holding her baby son up to her breast there beneath her blouse. I knew "that item" had never been a part of Lorraine's books, and it was not likely to be something that Lorraine would have told Maris!!! "My right," Carol answered, putting her arm around me as I stood beside her. "And he did more than just put his hand under my skirt," Carol then added, Jack having actually inserted a cou- ple fingers right up into my wife's vagina after pushing the crotch of her bikinis aside with a quick brush of his own hand! My wife at the time bending over the oven, removing a roast she had just cooked. Her unthinking "reaction" had caused her to burn the back of her right hand against the top of the oven then. Carol had wheeled about with a curse, grabbed a meat fork and put it up to Jack Duval's throat, telling him in no uncertain "terms" what she would "do" if he ever "touched" her again like that! Lorraine had been standing there, and watching the entire scene. I have often wondered if she considered Carol as being the "sort" of a woman that men might so "play with" if it so "pleased" them. "It is just `possible' they are telling the `truth'," Lady Sanda said to Lady Tirana, who nodded in the negative. Tirana pointing out that Carol's nipples were pierced, something that was not done in the 20th Century, nor did women of that time wear "straps", Lady Tirana being obviously well versed on our own era! "I tend to believe it," Keri interjected, giving me a smile. "She was also `neck chained' when we found them," Tirana ad- ded, "And their skill with a sword indicates they cannot be from that era unless what Lorraine has told us both is utterly false." "I am ordering you as Lorraine's representative to keep them both until she returns from the Gulf of Cortez," Lady Sanda said. "She will know, I am sure, if they are what they `claim' to be." ***************************************************************** "You are risking your life for nothing!" the first officer protested, well aware of the dangers of closing the shore this close to Trella. Trelandar having a patrolling first rate, the awesome Corsica, kept constantly on patrol for Dularnian raiders! A few stars visible from time to time between the moving clouds. They had "felt" their way in, the land only darkness before them. "It is my life to risk," Queen Maris Marn of Dularn replied. She wore the black of the Warrioress, as did her three women. A slim dark haired wench, coppery skinned, standing at her side. La-ra the slave girl already smelling the forest ahead of them! "There are dangerous animals, other `things'," he pleaded. "I am `of the Warrioresses'," Queen Maris answered back. The distant howl of some great predatory beast greeted the Queen's ears as she climbed up the rocks, a muttered curse behind her making her smile to herself as one of her Warrioresses slipped on the stone. La-ra like a dark shadow ahead, climbing the cliff like some monkey. The Nevada wench pausing, reaching down with a hand to her beloved mistress. Maris' beautiful gold- en hair now covered by a dark cloth so that none might see. The long rope that joined them would later serve to drag up the other weapons and supplies that they had brought with them. The new compound bows she had just introduced there in Dularn as an "an- swer" to the Imperial weapon recently designed by Queen Lorraine. "Not enough `exercise'," Maris grunted, sweating now as she climbed. Life aboard a ship gave one little chance for exercise. Especially if you were the Queen of your nation and you couldn't go scrambling about the ship without losing your "royal dignity"! "Mistress getting too fat too," the slave girl laughed back. The "width" of the "royal behind" was something the men aboard now often whispered about, Maris having put on a bit of "weight" over the last few months. The constant strain on her nerves hav- ing driven her to constantly "nibble" when she shouldn't have. "This should take it off," Maris smiled up at the girl. "We'll stay here for the night," Maris spoke, seeing the re- mains of what had once been a campsite for others on the cliffs. She was sweating despite the coolness of the night time forest. She thought of the forms of life that might inhabit its darkness. Shuddered to herself, the sword at her hip as "useless" as a stick against some of the creatures that roamed its dark glades! Creatures that would have delighted a big game hunter of the 20th Century, but Maris had no .375 Magnum either to deal with them!!! "They are off that raider," the woman whispered there in the darkness to her companions. Their bodies stained with berries so that they blended in with the terrain around them. The Leaderess of their united bands a woman who had once been of the Nevadas. "Sandi said they would be `friends'," the other spoke. "We can kill them, take their weapons," another said. "We will take them alive, question them," San-sha spoke, a motion of her arm sending out the other women under her command. She herself would "take" the blonde haired woman sleeping next to the tree. The woman who obviously was in "command" of the force. |
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