"2570-32" - 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 Thirty Two "She `sang sweet as any bird'," Carol grinned, the senator having told us enough to leave no doubts "who" was behind all of this. I'd suspected such for some time, but hadn't been able to "prove" it as such. The Princess herself wasn't "involved", but she'd had some "able" lieutenants, and we'd have to deal with them as best we could. For the time being the woman was held in the pits beneath the palace, where she could remain until we had a ship "available" to transport her safely south to California... Janet had said that Senator Mathis had reminded her a bit of Hil- lary Clinton, who had also been a rather "mouthy" bitch, I knew. "I'm scared, and I don't mind telling you so," Maris said. "Problem with all the `democratic' societies," Janet mused. "Too easy for some radical socialists to get them `stirred up'." "Sometimes you can be too `democratic'," Darlanis "grinned", the "implications" of that "comment" something none of us missed. "Not much sense going to bed now," I mused, the sun now up. "The `Organization' is going to figure out eventually what `happened' to their `tool'," the Queen of Dularn commented then. "Tulis would have rounded up the lot of them and put them on the next slaver going south," Darlanis grinned, looking at Maris. "She may not have been my mother, but I always did `admire' her." "I've tried to establish `democracy'," Maris spoke softly. "Was a failure in the past, will be again," Janet smiled. "Human race isn't capable of self government," Bob added. "Except upon a very `limited' basis," Carol pointed out. "That's why we have to `have' the Priestesses," I added. "We are `concerned' as to the fate of Senator Mathis," the man said, several of his companions nodding as they stood there in Maris' throne room, the Queen in all her finery sitting there. Maris is a beautiful woman, richly figured, if a bit overweight. "My `interrogation' of her has left no doubts that she is in the `service' of Princess Tara, who as you know, was and still is an enemy of the Dularnian Federation," Maris Marn answered back. "I have therefore sold her for the price of one silver eagle to Empress Darlanis of California as a slave girl," Maris continued! The senator having quickly learned the "error of her ways" after feeling the whip laid across her bare back by the Empress here... "You have no `authority' to `do' anything of the sort!" the man protested, standing there, no doubt well aware that Maris was not the "push over" that these men had "thought" of her as being! "I do have the authority to punish `traitors' as I see fit," Maris retorted. "And any Dularnian citizen who serves the inter- ests of the `Princess of Evil' is a traitor to the Federation..." "We'll `see' about that!" the man snapped, glancing at his comrades, Tori's guardswomen standing there watching, their round shields marked with the maple leaf symbol that Dularn uses here. Their eyes alert, "watchful" beneath the brims of their helmets. Their chain mail glistening in the light from the open windows... "I should perhaps warn you that Darlanis and I, `Sisters of the Sword', have sworn a pact of mutual support," Maris answered in level tones, the blonde having more "guts" than we'd thought!! "And if you force me, I will request `assistance' from the Empire to deal with any `rebels' I now find troublesome," she continued! "The Dularnian people will `hear' of this!" he snapped back! "You no longer have the `advantages' you had before," Maris said in level tones, "Nor do you now have me to `use' as before." The "implications" of this I think not missed by anyone here too. "Once they gather their `wits' we will have `trouble'," Ma- ris said, sitting there in her regal finery on her throne before us. "And I dread what a `civil war' could bring to my Dularn..." "I don't think the people actually understand the issues," Janet Rogers spoke. "Socialism is `attractive' only to those who don't understand its full implications for everyone's freedoms." The philosophy always having its major appeal to the unthinking. To those who want to take from others what they cannot "earn"... It is interesting in this context that the early Christians were by any standards "communists" in their own economic philosophy. Whether this had anything to do with the later fall of the Roman Empire is something perhaps Tais can answer for us someday here. "We need to have you speak before the people," Maris said. "It would be better yet if you spoke," Janet pointed out. ***************************************************************** "I'm scared," Maris breathed, the sweat now gleaming on her brow. Fortunately her gown was cut rather low, and clung to her in a way that left no doubts at all that she was fully "female"! We'd spent the last couple days working with her, getting Maris ready for this "confrontation" with Tara's "Organization", with the "lies" that had been spread throughout Arsana about us all... We'd learned through a ship sent south that the Japanese had made contact with Queen Freydis' people there to the north of Dularn. This I hoped here might rebound a bit to Queen Maris' favor now. "If I was a man, I'd be thinking of what it would be like to go to bed with you," Carol smiled, now giving Maris a loving hug. We'd dressed Maris as we had for good reason, hoping that she was attractive enough to keep her male listeners at least interested! The auditorium was the largest in Arsana, and held perhaps three thousand people, all of whom had come to listen to their Queen... We had also "packed" the house with Tori's Warrioresses, and all of the "sisters" from the Prostitute Guild we could, such women serving to "reinforce" the guardswomen should trouble break out. "Talks good," Darlanis smiled as we listened to Maris talk. She had a good voice, one that carried well. I was worried about crossbowmen, but I thought our precautions were adequate here... "Proves that we can all work together," I smiled in reply. "Had a lot of `guts' there in the `north'," Darlanis said. "Think in some ways she even had `more' than I did then," the Em- press added. Darlanis having admitted that she'd been even more terrified of the EVIL ONE than she'd been of Princess Tara when she'd fallen into the evil Princess' hands back there in 2565 AD. Darlanis of course being well aware that such a "Being" as the EVIL ONE was could also steal your soul and drag it off to HELL! At least this was what the Priestesses taught, although how TRUE it was I didn't know, much of what the Priestesses of Lys "do" being done more to "impress" people than anything else here now. "She didn't flinch when she faced me either," I pointed out, remembering how Maris had been in battle. She was a brave woman, a woman who I'd learned to greatly respect there in close combat. She didn't have the "killer instinct" like Carol, but on the oth- er hand Carol had been mind programmed by Tais to be "vicious", much like training one of my Bull Terriers there for the "pits"! "I never saw `socialism' as being anything but some `ideolo- gy' of the past," Darlanis said, standing there beside me. "Just some idea invented by people who have been dead for centuries..." Marx, Lenin, Stalin, Mao, Castro, Ho Chi Min now only "names"... "It's basically an `ideology of envy'," I answered in reply. "Dreamed up by people who were `inadequate' in some way or anoth- er," I added, wondering if my own training here might apply now! "And `pandered to' by politicians seeking votes," Janet ad- ded as she joined us, having apparently now overheard my comment. "It was the `method' that Hillary Rodham Clinton hoped to `use' against me, but that I ended up using in turn against her then." "Caused by the fact that in the United States of America at that time anyone was allowed to vote, regardless of what their economic or mental qualifications were," I explained to Darlanis. Here in the 26th Century voting is the privilege of "taxpayers" only, it being held that those who cannot generate enough of an income to be required to pay taxes should not vote either! The thought going through my mind just then that former Senator Math- is had "admitted" under Carol's questioning (I would not wish to let that woman ever "interrogate" me!) that Tara's most "able" lieutenant was somewhere in Trelandar, which I suppose made sense in that I was the most "serious" threat the Organization faced... "We must ask ourselves here at this point what direction do we wish Dularn to go in?" Maris spoke, the Queen "good" once she got going, I noticed, recalling how she'd been in previous years. "Do we wish to turn our lovely country on to a path that has been taken by other nations such as Soviet Russia, the Chinese Peo- ple's Republic: Where every last portion of human life was con- trolled by the government? Where `freedom' was just a `word' in the dictionary? Or do we want our country to continue to stand as it has now for centuries as a beacon of freedom to everyone?" "I think we have `won'," Janet smiled, suddenly then shim- mering for an instant before she disappeared! The thought going through my mind that Tais had given her to us for just "this"... "No doubt she is `needed' elsewhere," Darlanis said to me. "Bob and Carol and Hope are gone too," I breathed in reply. "They have served their `purposes'," Tais spoke to us then, suddenly standing there before us, her azure eyes holding ours. "You have taught us something," Darlanis said to Tais now. "You have learned to stand together," the Priestess agreed. "Sisters of the Sword," Darlanis said, Tais nodding back. "There is something to be said for barbarians," she said. "It's all over now," Maris said, the reaction of the people leaving no doubts that Tara's agents had been "foiled" in their plot against our civilization. I had no doubts too just "who" was responsible for things in Trelandar, and I would "deal" with him when I returned to Trella. We still had "mopping up" to do, but we felt that the major danger to our societies was now over. "Be good to get back `home'," Sharon grinned at Darlanis. "I'll stay a few weeks with you to clean things up," the Em- press said, putting her arm around Sharon like any mother might. "And now that we know what we are dealing with, I don't think we will have any trouble making Orgon once again properly `yours'." THE QUEEN OF TIME 2570 A.D.! A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Thirty Two "She `sang sweet as any bird'," Carol grinned, the senator having told us enough to leave no doubts "who" was behind all of this. I'd suspected such for some time, but hadn't been able to "prove" it as such. The Princess herself wasn't "involved", but she'd had some "able" lieutenants, and we'd have to deal with them as best we could. For the time being the woman was held in the pits beneath the palace, where she could remain until we had a ship "available" to transport her safely south to California... Janet had said that Senator Mathis had reminded her a bit of Hil- lary Clinton, who had also been a rather "mouthy" bitch, I knew. "I'm scared, and I don't mind telling you so," Maris said. "Problem with all the `democratic' societies," Janet mused. "Too easy for some radical socialists to get them `stirred up'." "Sometimes you can be too `democratic'," Darlanis "grinned", the "implications" of that "comment" something none of us missed. "Not much sense going to bed now," I mused, the sun now up. "The `Organization' is going to figure out eventually what `happened' to their `tool'," the Queen of Dularn commented then. "Tulis would have rounded up the lot of them and put them on the next slaver going south," Darlanis grinned, looking at Maris. "She may not have been my mother, but I always did `admire' her." "I've tried to establish `democracy'," Maris spoke softly. "Was a failure in the past, will be again," Janet smiled. "Human race isn't capable of self government," Bob added. "Except upon a very `limited' basis," Carol pointed out. "That's why we have to `have' the Priestesses," I added. "We are `concerned' as to the fate of Senator Mathis," the man said, several of his companions nodding as they stood there in Maris' throne room, the Queen in all her finery sitting there. Maris is a beautiful woman, richly figured, if a bit overweight. "My `interrogation' of her has left no doubts that she is in the `service' of Princess Tara, who as you know, was and still is an enemy of the Dularnian Federation," Maris Marn answered back. "I have therefore sold her for the price of one silver eagle to Empress Darlanis of California as a slave girl," Maris continued! The senator having quickly learned the "error of her ways" after feeling the whip laid across her bare back by the Empress here... "You have no `authority' to `do' anything of the sort!" the man protested, standing there, no doubt well aware that Maris was not the "push over" that these men had "thought" of her as being! "I do have the authority to punish `traitors' as I see fit," Maris retorted. "And any Dularnian citizen who serves the inter- ests of the `Princess of Evil' is a traitor to the Federation..." "We'll `see' about that!" the man snapped, glancing at his comrades, Tori's guardswomen standing there watching, their round shields marked with the maple leaf symbol that Dularn uses here. Their eyes alert, "watchful" beneath the brims of their helmets. Their chain mail glistening in the light from the open windows... "I should perhaps warn you that Darlanis and I, `Sisters of the Sword', have sworn a pact of mutual support," Maris answered in level tones, the blonde having more "guts" than we'd thought!! "And if you force me, I will request `assistance' from the Empire to deal with any `rebels' I now find troublesome," she continued! "The Dularnian people will `hear' of this!" he snapped back! "You no longer have the `advantages' you had before," Maris said in level tones, "Nor do you now have me to `use' as before." The "implications" of this I think not missed by anyone here too. "Once they gather their `wits' we will have `trouble'," Ma- ris said, sitting there in her regal finery on her throne before us. "And I dread what a `civil war' could bring to my Dularn..." "I don't think the people actually understand the issues," Janet Rogers spoke. "Socialism is `attractive' only to those who don't understand its full implications for everyone's freedoms." The philosophy always having its major appeal to the unthinking. To those who want to take from others what they cannot "earn"... It is interesting in this context that the early Christians were by any standards "communists" in their own economic philosophy. Whether this had anything to do with the later fall of the Roman Empire is something perhaps Tais can answer for us someday here. "We need to have you speak before the people," Maris said. "It would be better yet if you spoke," Janet pointed out. ***************************************************************** "I'm scared," Maris breathed, the sweat now gleaming on her brow. Fortunately her gown was cut rather low, and clung to her in a way that left no doubts at all that she was fully "female"! We'd spent the last couple days working with her, getting Maris ready for this "confrontation" with Tara's "Organization", with the "lies" that had been spread throughout Arsana about us all... We'd learned through a ship sent south that the Japanese had made contact with Queen Freydis' people there to the north of Dularn. This I hoped here might rebound a bit to Queen Maris' favor now. "If I was a man, I'd be thinking of what it would be like to go to bed with you," Carol smiled, now giving Maris a loving hug. We'd dressed Maris as we had for good reason, hoping that she was attractive enough to keep her male listeners at least interested! The auditorium was the largest in Arsana, and held perhaps three thousand people, all of whom had come to listen to their Queen... We had also "packed" the house with Tori's Warrioresses, and all of the "sisters" from the Prostitute Guild we could, such women serving to "reinforce" the guardswomen should trouble break out. "Talks good," Darlanis smiled as we listened to Maris talk. She had a good voice, one that carried well. I was worried about crossbowmen, but I thought our precautions were adequate here... "Proves that we can all work together," I smiled in reply. "Had a lot of `guts' there in the `north'," Darlanis said. "Think in some ways she even had `more' than I did then," the Em- press added. Darlanis having admitted that she'd been even more terrified of the EVIL ONE than she'd been of Princess Tara when she'd fallen into the evil Princess' hands back there in 2565 AD. Darlanis of course being well aware that such a "Being" as the EVIL ONE was could also steal your soul and drag it off to HELL! At least this was what the Priestesses taught, although how TRUE it was I didn't know, much of what the Priestesses of Lys "do" being done more to "impress" people than anything else here now. "She didn't flinch when she faced me either," I pointed out, remembering how Maris had been in battle. She was a brave woman, a woman who I'd learned to greatly respect there in close combat. She didn't have the "killer instinct" like Carol, but on the oth- er hand Carol had been mind programmed by Tais to be "vicious", much like training one of my Bull Terriers there for the "pits"! "I never saw `socialism' as being anything but some `ideolo- gy' of the past," Darlanis said, standing there beside me. "Just some idea invented by people who have been dead for centuries..." Marx, Lenin, Stalin, Mao, Castro, Ho Chi Min now only "names"... "It's basically an `ideology of envy'," I answered in reply. "Dreamed up by people who were `inadequate' in some way or anoth- er," I added, wondering if my own training here might apply now! "And `pandered to' by politicians seeking votes," Janet ad- ded as she joined us, having apparently now overheard my comment. "It was the `method' that Hillary Rodham Clinton hoped to `use' against me, but that I ended up using in turn against her then." "Caused by the fact that in the United States of America at that time anyone was allowed to vote, regardless of what their economic or mental qualifications were," I explained to Darlanis. Here in the 26th Century voting is the privilege of "taxpayers" only, it being held that those who cannot generate enough of an income to be required to pay taxes should not vote either! The thought going through my mind just then that former Senator Math- is had "admitted" under Carol's questioning (I would not wish to let that woman ever "interrogate" me!) that Tara's most "able" lieutenant was somewhere in Trelandar, which I suppose made sense in that I was the most "serious" threat the Organization faced... "We must ask ourselves here at this point what direction do we wish Dularn to go in?" Maris spoke, the Queen "good" once she got going, I noticed, recalling how she'd been in previous years. "Do we wish to turn our lovely country on to a path that has been taken by other nations such as Soviet Russia, the Chinese Peo- ple's Republic: Where every last portion of human life was con- trolled by the government? Where `freedom' was just a `word' in the dictionary? Or do we want our country to continue to stand as it has now for centuries as a beacon of freedom to everyone?" "I think we have `won'," Janet smiled, suddenly then shim- mering for an instant before she disappeared! The thought going through my mind that Tais had given her to us for just "this"... "No doubt she is `needed' elsewhere," Darlanis said to me. "Bob and Carol and Hope are gone too," I breathed in reply. "They have served their `purposes'," Tais spoke to us then, suddenly standing there before us, her azure eyes holding ours. "You have taught us something," Darlanis said to Tais now. "You have learned to stand together," the Priestess agreed. "Sisters of the Sword," Darlanis said, Tais nodding back. "There is something to be said for barbarians," she said. "It's all over now," Maris said, the reaction of the people leaving no doubts that Tara's agents had been "foiled" in their plot against our civilization. I had no doubts too just "who" was responsible for things in Trelandar, and I would "deal" with him when I returned to Trella. We still had "mopping up" to do, but we felt that the major danger to our societies was now over. "Be good to get back `home'," Sharon grinned at Darlanis. "I'll stay a few weeks with you to clean things up," the Em- press said, putting her arm around Sharon like any mother might. "And now that we know what we are dealing with, I don't think we will have any trouble making Orgon once again properly `yours'." |
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