"2570-28" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 8 - The Queen Of Time)THE QUEEN OF TIME 2570 A.D.! A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Twenty Eight "You can wait for me," Carol said, Bob nodding, leaving us, closing the door behind himself. Carol standing there before me. She wore a sword at her hip, which I knew that she could use too. "I'm `scared'," Carol said softly, looking up into my eyes. She was no longer "young", no longer that provocative delight who Bob had once called a "Queen of Sex and Sensuality" with reason. She still had a pretty good figure, but her face was starting to reveal her age now, Carol having been born back in the year 1953. Even so, she didn't look as "old" here as most women her age did. Physically Carol looked about the same "age" as Janet Rogers did, such being "due" to the anti-aging serums she'd received in 2567. By present standards here she looked about a hundred and twenty. "The `end of the world' is nothing for you to worry about," I answered. Carol would die in the year 2033 in joint "suicide" with her husband. Maris had found their bodies only last year... "And we do know that there is `life after death'," I assured her. "I look at myself in the mirror, see the `gray' in my hair," she spoke, going to the window, looking out at the moonlit view. "An `old woman' reliving now the `glories' of her `lost youth'." I knew she now dyed her hair, exercised daily to keep her figure. Bob was getting noticeably gray now around the temples, I'd seen, a bit "thick" in the waist as time took its "toll" of him too.... "The anti-aging serums never did `work' on me," I told her. "What?" Carol breathed, turning about, facing me now there. "I've got perhaps thirty, thirty five years left," I said. "Does your husband `know'?" Carol asked, standing there. "There is nothing even Tais can `do'," I said to her now. "You will `age', he will not," Carol spoke, seeing me nod. "I think I have a `death wish'," I said, telling her of what I'd done there in 24th Century Trella with Hope at my side then. Going into a bar, looking for someone to cross swords with there! "Maybe we both ought to go out and get `drunk'," she smiled. "People are going to `wonder' about us," I said as Carol pushed open the swinging doors and stepped inside a dockside bar. A number of burly seamen and longshoremen looking up, giving the sexy brownette the "once over", Carol still at her age being able to turn heads, although I think it was more the shortness of her skirt and the 21st Century strap boots that she wore that did it! "Let them," Carol grinned, striding into the room as if she "owned" the place. There was no doubt that she was truly of the Warrioresses, a fact I'm sure everyone there quickly noticed too! The sword at her hip seemingly "fitting", Carol being a woman who in some ways perhaps reminds me now too of Princess Lara of Baja. "Over here," I replied, spying a table against a corner wall where we might be less visible to those who inhabited this dive. Such would of course also insure that no one got behind us here. I tend to be a woman who mistrusts nearly everyone that she sees. It is, I am told, a good "trait" for any Warrioress to have too. "I think you were `born to the caste'," Carol smiled back, pulling back a chair, standing there now looking over the place. "I `am', I fear, not a very `trusting' person," I answered. "I wouldn't have had the marriage I had without you," she "grinned", plopping down in one of the wooden chairs next to me. "Found that there was `more' to life than being `good in bed'." "What'll you have?" a bar wench asked, strolling over. "Skirt on her as `short' as any I've seen in Seaside," Carol grinned as the wench strolled off, the velvet band about her neck leaving no "doubts" either that she was a member of the "Guild". Many such women "moonlight" in places like this, serving drinks when they aren't "working" in the rooms upstairs. The "look" she'd given Carol had left no doubts as to what she thought too! "Wears strap boots like you do too," I grinned in reply. "I'm responsible for the `style'," Carol smiled back. "Figured someone `was'," I smiled, knowing Janet Rogers. "`Make love, not war'," my sexy companion smiled in reply. "I don't believe history would have been the `same' without you," I grinned, watching the bar wench returning with our order. The thought going through my mind that Tais doubtlessly had made "sure" that Bob and Carol would return back to their own era too! "I'm not as `stupid' as some people have thought," she said. "Men who are sexually frustrated are more likely to be violent." Carol going to say that she'd instructed Janet Rogers to do every thing that she could to make sex just as "available" as possible. The "concept" was probably not "original" with Carol, but she did put it to good use, as I'm sure most of my readers now are aware. "You'd better not stay," the bar wench spoke in a soft voice as she set the drinks down on the table. "Our guild leader is here, and she doesn't tolerate `scabs'," the wench said to Carol. "I'm a married woman, not a prostitute," Carol grinned back. "No `decent' woman would wear clothing like yours," the bar wench retorted, not believing. A tall brunette descending the stairs that led to the second floor, the woman having the sort of a figure that left no doubts that she was a professional fighter! And the velvet band about her throat and her attire left no doubt either that she was no doubt the local Prostitute Guild leader... "Looks like `trouble' coming this way," Carol noted now. "I'll take `care of it'," I answered, getting up then. The woman stopped, her left hand on the hilt of her sword, the bar room suddenly "quiet" as those there saw me approaching, most Dularnians of course knowing the attire of the Imperial War- rioress, the black silk and leather that is almost our trademark. "I see the `Organization' hired a `sword'," she said to me, the term referring to the criminal organization of Princess Tara's which is well known all over North America, much like the Mafia was back in 20th Century America. There are, I might note here, those who make their living hiring out their "skills" to the highest bidder, professional "swordfighters" who live and die by the skills they possess, such often being used by criminal or- ganizations like Tara's to terrify honest people into submission. "You are having `problems' with the `Organization'?" I asked, wondering if Tara had decided to come out of "retirement"! Tara had once tried to "control"the entire "underworld", along with everything else that she could manage to seize control of... This was one of the "reasons" why Tara so hated Lara Warsan, as Lara had organized the Prostitute Guild, freeing the women of first Sarn and later on other nations from the Princess' control! "You're not one of `them'?" she breathed thankfully in turn. "I am Lorraine Richards, of `whom' you may have heard," I said, her eyes suddenly getting "big" as she realized just "who" she could have been facing! While I am probably not as "good" as some of the stories that are told about me claim, I am no doubt a swordswoman that no one would ever want to face either here now! "Was kind'a hoping to see you in `action'," Carol grinned up at me as I brought the Guild leader to the table. I'm sure she didn't really mean it, as I'd had "enough" of killing people for "entertainment" there back in 2365 when Queen Amethysta put me in the arena there in Trella and made me kill people to entertain the rabble of her city. Granted, Amethysta was and is a "barbar- ian", but even so it isn't anything I look back on with pleasure. "People `die' when I draw my blade," I pointed out to her. "I'm just `not' myself here," Carol quickly apologized then. "There is something `familiar' about you," the woman said, regarding Carol with puzzlement. I supposed it was possible that she'd seen Carol back a couple years ago, when the brownette had been the Warlady of Dularn. Or perhaps even served on the North Star back there in 2567 when Imperial California painfully found that Maris Marn had found herself a true Warlady there in Carol!! "I'm Carol Simmons," Carol smiled, now introducing herself, briefly trying to explain some of the "paradoxes" of time travel. It being known by some at least that the Priestesses of Lys had the amazing ability to transport people from one era to another. Such is generally considered by most people to be "magic" anyway. "I served on the North Wind when we `took' the Athena," the Guild leader smiled back, telling us her name was Landis Dan, and that she'd been a petty officer on the ship under captain Miles. "Not a part of my life that I take pride in now," I said. "Perhaps you could speak to Queen Maris..." Landis said. "I think perhaps a few `volunteers'..." I mused back. "I want `in' on `this'!" Carol quickly interjected. "I doubt that Tais would `approve'," I pointed out. "Hell, I'm still pretty damn `good'!" Carol snapped! "We have Hope and Darlanis," I mused thoughtfully then. "Better leave Maris and Sharon out of it," Carol suggested, neither one of them being very much of a "swordswoman" actually. "Janet Rogers probably wouldn't be any `good'," I now added. The "look" on Landis Dan's face as she heard making me wish for a good camera, not the big bulky things they have now, but one of those neat little cameras like Hope had back in the 21st Century. Ones using those little "disks" you put in a viewer to look at... "I'll round up all the `girls' who can use a sword," she spoke, chugging down a beer like some 20th Century truck driver! THE QUEEN OF TIME 2570 A.D.! A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Twenty Eight "You can wait for me," Carol said, Bob nodding, leaving us, closing the door behind himself. Carol standing there before me. She wore a sword at her hip, which I knew that she could use too. "I'm `scared'," Carol said softly, looking up into my eyes. She was no longer "young", no longer that provocative delight who Bob had once called a "Queen of Sex and Sensuality" with reason. She still had a pretty good figure, but her face was starting to reveal her age now, Carol having been born back in the year 1953. Even so, she didn't look as "old" here as most women her age did. Physically Carol looked about the same "age" as Janet Rogers did, such being "due" to the anti-aging serums she'd received in 2567. By present standards here she looked about a hundred and twenty. "The `end of the world' is nothing for you to worry about," I answered. Carol would die in the year 2033 in joint "suicide" with her husband. Maris had found their bodies only last year... "And we do know that there is `life after death'," I assured her. "I look at myself in the mirror, see the `gray' in my hair," she spoke, going to the window, looking out at the moonlit view. "An `old woman' reliving now the `glories' of her `lost youth'." I knew she now dyed her hair, exercised daily to keep her figure. Bob was getting noticeably gray now around the temples, I'd seen, a bit "thick" in the waist as time took its "toll" of him too.... "The anti-aging serums never did `work' on me," I told her. "What?" Carol breathed, turning about, facing me now there. "I've got perhaps thirty, thirty five years left," I said. "Does your husband `know'?" Carol asked, standing there. "There is nothing even Tais can `do'," I said to her now. "You will `age', he will not," Carol spoke, seeing me nod. "I think I have a `death wish'," I said, telling her of what I'd done there in 24th Century Trella with Hope at my side then. Going into a bar, looking for someone to cross swords with there! "Maybe we both ought to go out and get `drunk'," she smiled. "People are going to `wonder' about us," I said as Carol pushed open the swinging doors and stepped inside a dockside bar. A number of burly seamen and longshoremen looking up, giving the sexy brownette the "once over", Carol still at her age being able to turn heads, although I think it was more the shortness of her skirt and the 21st Century strap boots that she wore that did it! "Let them," Carol grinned, striding into the room as if she "owned" the place. There was no doubt that she was truly of the Warrioresses, a fact I'm sure everyone there quickly noticed too! The sword at her hip seemingly "fitting", Carol being a woman who in some ways perhaps reminds me now too of Princess Lara of Baja. "Over here," I replied, spying a table against a corner wall where we might be less visible to those who inhabited this dive. Such would of course also insure that no one got behind us here. I tend to be a woman who mistrusts nearly everyone that she sees. It is, I am told, a good "trait" for any Warrioress to have too. "I think you were `born to the caste'," Carol smiled back, pulling back a chair, standing there now looking over the place. "I `am', I fear, not a very `trusting' person," I answered. "I wouldn't have had the marriage I had without you," she "grinned", plopping down in one of the wooden chairs next to me. "Found that there was `more' to life than being `good in bed'." "What'll you have?" a bar wench asked, strolling over. "Skirt on her as `short' as any I've seen in Seaside," Carol grinned as the wench strolled off, the velvet band about her neck leaving no "doubts" either that she was a member of the "Guild". Many such women "moonlight" in places like this, serving drinks when they aren't "working" in the rooms upstairs. The "look" she'd given Carol had left no doubts as to what she thought too! "Wears strap boots like you do too," I grinned in reply. "I'm responsible for the `style'," Carol smiled back. "Figured someone `was'," I smiled, knowing Janet Rogers. "`Make love, not war'," my sexy companion smiled in reply. "I don't believe history would have been the `same' without you," I grinned, watching the bar wench returning with our order. The thought going through my mind that Tais doubtlessly had made "sure" that Bob and Carol would return back to their own era too! "I'm not as `stupid' as some people have thought," she said. "Men who are sexually frustrated are more likely to be violent." Carol going to say that she'd instructed Janet Rogers to do every thing that she could to make sex just as "available" as possible. The "concept" was probably not "original" with Carol, but she did put it to good use, as I'm sure most of my readers now are aware. "You'd better not stay," the bar wench spoke in a soft voice as she set the drinks down on the table. "Our guild leader is here, and she doesn't tolerate `scabs'," the wench said to Carol. "I'm a married woman, not a prostitute," Carol grinned back. "No `decent' woman would wear clothing like yours," the bar wench retorted, not believing. A tall brunette descending the stairs that led to the second floor, the woman having the sort of a figure that left no doubts that she was a professional fighter! And the velvet band about her throat and her attire left no doubt either that she was no doubt the local Prostitute Guild leader... "Looks like `trouble' coming this way," Carol noted now. "I'll take `care of it'," I answered, getting up then. The woman stopped, her left hand on the hilt of her sword, the bar room suddenly "quiet" as those there saw me approaching, most Dularnians of course knowing the attire of the Imperial War- rioress, the black silk and leather that is almost our trademark. "I see the `Organization' hired a `sword'," she said to me, the term referring to the criminal organization of Princess Tara's which is well known all over North America, much like the Mafia was back in 20th Century America. There are, I might note here, those who make their living hiring out their "skills" to the highest bidder, professional "swordfighters" who live and die by the skills they possess, such often being used by criminal or- ganizations like Tara's to terrify honest people into submission. "You are having `problems' with the `Organization'?" I asked, wondering if Tara had decided to come out of "retirement"! Tara had once tried to "control"the entire "underworld", along with everything else that she could manage to seize control of... This was one of the "reasons" why Tara so hated Lara Warsan, as Lara had organized the Prostitute Guild, freeing the women of first Sarn and later on other nations from the Princess' control! "You're not one of `them'?" she breathed thankfully in turn. "I am Lorraine Richards, of `whom' you may have heard," I said, her eyes suddenly getting "big" as she realized just "who" she could have been facing! While I am probably not as "good" as some of the stories that are told about me claim, I am no doubt a swordswoman that no one would ever want to face either here now! "Was kind'a hoping to see you in `action'," Carol grinned up at me as I brought the Guild leader to the table. I'm sure she didn't really mean it, as I'd had "enough" of killing people for "entertainment" there back in 2365 when Queen Amethysta put me in the arena there in Trella and made me kill people to entertain the rabble of her city. Granted, Amethysta was and is a "barbar- ian", but even so it isn't anything I look back on with pleasure. "People `die' when I draw my blade," I pointed out to her. "I'm just `not' myself here," Carol quickly apologized then. "There is something `familiar' about you," the woman said, regarding Carol with puzzlement. I supposed it was possible that she'd seen Carol back a couple years ago, when the brownette had been the Warlady of Dularn. Or perhaps even served on the North Star back there in 2567 when Imperial California painfully found that Maris Marn had found herself a true Warlady there in Carol!! "I'm Carol Simmons," Carol smiled, now introducing herself, briefly trying to explain some of the "paradoxes" of time travel. It being known by some at least that the Priestesses of Lys had the amazing ability to transport people from one era to another. Such is generally considered by most people to be "magic" anyway. "I served on the North Wind when we `took' the Athena," the Guild leader smiled back, telling us her name was Landis Dan, and that she'd been a petty officer on the ship under captain Miles. "Not a part of my life that I take pride in now," I said. "Perhaps you could speak to Queen Maris..." Landis said. "I think perhaps a few `volunteers'..." I mused back. "I want `in' on `this'!" Carol quickly interjected. "I doubt that Tais would `approve'," I pointed out. "Hell, I'm still pretty damn `good'!" Carol snapped! "We have Hope and Darlanis," I mused thoughtfully then. "Better leave Maris and Sharon out of it," Carol suggested, neither one of them being very much of a "swordswoman" actually. "Janet Rogers probably wouldn't be any `good'," I now added. The "look" on Landis Dan's face as she heard making me wish for a good camera, not the big bulky things they have now, but one of those neat little cameras like Hope had back in the 21st Century. Ones using those little "disks" you put in a viewer to look at... "I'll round up all the `girls' who can use a sword," she spoke, chugging down a beer like some 20th Century truck driver! |
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