"2568-44" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 6 - In Harms Way)"IN HARM'S WAY" AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Robert J. Simmons Chapter Forty Four
"We should be in sight of Dularn by tomorrow," Carol said to
me, leaning back against the observation deck railing on top of
the forward quickfirer turret. The captured Mexican battleship
following close behind. The air was "chill", the leaves all now
"turned" on the trees there to starboard, the sun bright in the
cloud sprinkled November sky. It had taken us some time to re-
turn, what with the temporary repairs we'd had to make to the
prize and the fact that it could only run on its portside engine.
We'd made several stops for fuel, cutting our own in the forests.
I had been working on the book I'd wrote here of our adventures,
having "dedicated" it to our beloved Queen, Maris Marn of Dularn.
The trip back home having been "slow", due to the other ship...
I had also had ample time to think, to ponder over a few things.
"Our `home' away from home," I smiled back at my brownette.
We were not "truly" of this time, despite everything we had done!
I missed those afternoons in the kitchen, sipping coffee, admir-
ing Carol in one of her buckskin bikinis as she prepared dinner.
"If only we `could'," Carol breathed, her eyes glowing hot!
"It is not likely that the Lorr will ever return," I said,
having thought this over now for some time. The Lorr and their
own servants, the lovely Women of Mars had gotten the "PORTAL"
device from which centuries later they would develop into a means
of eventually crossing space without the need to use space ships.
"We have carried out our `mission' here," Carol said to me.
"There is Hope to consider here," I pointed out to my wife.
"I do not wish to take her back with us," Carol said to me!
"`Knowing' what the `future' holds?" I asked my wife then.
"I think she would be better off `here'," Carol answered.
"Queen Maris adores her," I smiled, seeing Carol nod back.
"I think we have made a `decision'," I said to my brownette.
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"I wondered `where' you'd gone," Ted's wife, Lila Jordan
said, sitting across the circular kitchen table from my wife as
Carol set the cup of coffee down before her. We had so far as
the 20th Century been concerned, away from our home for about a
week! We had told our friends that we had gone on a "vacation".
We were both well aware of what could happen if any "believed"...
"I don't recall seeing that `scar' on your face before," Ted
said, regarding Carol, who he'd seen a month before without any.
Behind him the sliding glass patio doors that led one out to the
redwood deck, the clearing behind the house and the woods beyond.
Lila giving me a smile, her blue eyes and blonde hair reminding
me just a bit of another that I'd once known in another "world".
Once long ago I had thought that I had loved Lila, but then Carol
had come into my life, and I'd realized just what my true feel-
ings were. My brownette was far more "woman" than Lila ever was.
"I had a little `accident'," my wife answered, diverting the
heavy set blond haired dentist's question. I recalled how Carol
had gotten that scar in her duel with the Imperial Warlady. For
a year and a half Carol and I had lived in another "time", in
another "world" far different from this one. A world where guns
were almost unknown, where men and women carried swords. Where
"government" played only a very "minor" role in people's lives.
I thought briefly of Maris Marn, of the awesome Imperial Warlady.
She had "belonged" in the Twenty Sixth Century. We had not...
"Are you going to continue to `dance' at the Hutch?" Lila
asked. I considered to myself what she would bring in a slave
market. No doubt diet and exercise would "improve" her "value".
"I know it seems impossible, but you both look `different'
than before," Lila muttered, sitting there across from my wife.
I supposed that was possible considering the "time" we'd spent in
the 26th Century. We were no longer the "innocents" we'd been...
"And how would that be?" my wife challenged her right back!
"You do look `different'," Ted admitted, giving me a smile.
"We have been `traveling'," I smiled, nodding at my wife.
"Still `fits' although I'm a bit `big' in the breasts now,"
Carol said, fastening the top to her delightful buckskin bikini.
I admired her firm taut figure, much unlike that of most women.
"Probably raise a few eyebrows back in Arsana," I smiled.
"I wonder `why' Tais said `good bye' to us like she did,"
Carol mused, standing there looking at herself in the mirror now.
"It was almost as if she never expected to see us again," my wife
added, turning about, the swell of her firm buttocks provocative.
"Who knows?" I laughed, sitting there on the kingsize bed,
glad to be back "home" with my delightful provocative brownette,
while well aware of that "time travel" had its own "dangers" too.
And so with this I come to the end of this story. I will
print it out and place it in the hollow tree as Tais asked me to.
It is perhaps best now that those of this era do not believe what
lies in the future. Not that it is likely that they would be-
lieve me, but I have no desire to risk the safety of those living
six centuries from now. We know that Carol's three novels did
survive, that she was responsible in her own way for many of the
things we found there in the future, just as Lorraine was "re-
sponsible" for Janet Rogers, who will be ruler of the world...
The End
"IN HARM'S WAY" AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN By Robert J. Simmons Chapter Forty Four "We should be in sight of Dularn by tomorrow," Carol said to me, leaning back against the observation deck railing on top of the forward quickfirer turret. The captured Mexican battleship following close behind. The air was "chill", the leaves all now "turned" on the trees there to starboard, the sun bright in the cloud sprinkled November sky. It had taken us some time to re- turn, what with the temporary repairs we'd had to make to the prize and the fact that it could only run on its portside engine. We'd made several stops for fuel, cutting our own in the forests. I had been working on the book I'd wrote here of our adventures, having "dedicated" it to our beloved Queen, Maris Marn of Dularn. The trip back home having been "slow", due to the other ship... I had also had ample time to think, to ponder over a few things. "Our `home' away from home," I smiled back at my brownette. We were not "truly" of this time, despite everything we had done! I missed those afternoons in the kitchen, sipping coffee, admir- ing Carol in one of her buckskin bikinis as she prepared dinner. "If only we `could'," Carol breathed, her eyes glowing hot! "It is not likely that the Lorr will ever return," I said, having thought this over now for some time. The Lorr and their own servants, the lovely Women of Mars had gotten the "PORTAL" device from which centuries later they would develop into a means of eventually crossing space without the need to use space ships. "We have carried out our `mission' here," Carol said to me. "There is Hope to consider here," I pointed out to my wife. "I do not wish to take her back with us," Carol said to me! "`Knowing' what the `future' holds?" I asked my wife then. "I think she would be better off `here'," Carol answered. "Queen Maris adores her," I smiled, seeing Carol nod back. "I think we have made a `decision'," I said to my brownette. ***************************************************************** "I wondered `where' you'd gone," Ted's wife, Lila Jordan said, sitting across the circular kitchen table from my wife as Carol set the cup of coffee down before her. We had so far as the 20th Century been concerned, away from our home for about a week! We had told our friends that we had gone on a "vacation". We were both well aware of what could happen if any "believed"... "I don't recall seeing that `scar' on your face before," Ted said, regarding Carol, who he'd seen a month before without any. Behind him the sliding glass patio doors that led one out to the redwood deck, the clearing behind the house and the woods beyond. Lila giving me a smile, her blue eyes and blonde hair reminding me just a bit of another that I'd once known in another "world". Once long ago I had thought that I had loved Lila, but then Carol had come into my life, and I'd realized just what my true feel- ings were. My brownette was far more "woman" than Lila ever was. "I had a little `accident'," my wife answered, diverting the heavy set blond haired dentist's question. I recalled how Carol had gotten that scar in her duel with the Imperial Warlady. For a year and a half Carol and I had lived in another "time", in another "world" far different from this one. A world where guns were almost unknown, where men and women carried swords. Where "government" played only a very "minor" role in people's lives. I thought briefly of Maris Marn, of the awesome Imperial Warlady. She had "belonged" in the Twenty Sixth Century. We had not... "Are you going to continue to `dance' at the Hutch?" Lila asked. I considered to myself what she would bring in a slave market. No doubt diet and exercise would "improve" her "value". "I know it seems impossible, but you both look `different' than before," Lila muttered, sitting there across from my wife. I supposed that was possible considering the "time" we'd spent in the 26th Century. We were no longer the "innocents" we'd been... "And how would that be?" my wife challenged her right back! "You do look `different'," Ted admitted, giving me a smile. "We have been `traveling'," I smiled, nodding at my wife. "Still `fits' although I'm a bit `big' in the breasts now," Carol said, fastening the top to her delightful buckskin bikini. I admired her firm taut figure, much unlike that of most women. "Probably raise a few eyebrows back in Arsana," I smiled. "I wonder `why' Tais said `good bye' to us like she did," Carol mused, standing there looking at herself in the mirror now. "It was almost as if she never expected to see us again," my wife added, turning about, the swell of her firm buttocks provocative. "Who knows?" I laughed, sitting there on the kingsize bed, glad to be back "home" with my delightful provocative brownette, while well aware of that "time travel" had its own "dangers" too. And so with this I come to the end of this story. I will print it out and place it in the hollow tree as Tais asked me to. It is perhaps best now that those of this era do not believe what lies in the future. Not that it is likely that they would be- lieve me, but I have no desire to risk the safety of those living six centuries from now. We know that Carol's three novels did survive, that she was responsible in her own way for many of the things we found there in the future, just as Lorraine was "re- sponsible" for Janet Rogers, who will be ruler of the world... The End |
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