"FREE-36" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 9 - The Freedom Fighters Of Trelandar)Freedom Fighters of Trelandar A Tale of Adventure in the Second Dark Age Book Nine of the Warlady Series By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Thirty Six "There are three Imperial troopers missing from the company based at Thistle," Lana said to me the next morning, word having apparently reached her from their commanding officer. Her hazel eyes holding mine as I nodded, well aware of the implications... "It appears that terrorism is now a problem here in this area too despite `everything' I've done to try to prevent it," she added, well aware too of the problems that other Imperial overlords were having. Only this estate and Lady Tirana's to the north, which was under Lana's administration, having been free of such as yet. The Empire might be able to occupy Trelandar, but the people of Trelandar did not see Darlanis as "anything" but a hated invader. The rounds of jokes that circulated about Darlanis and Imperials in general leaving little doubt as to how the people felt here. "You've done everything you could to prevent such," I said, well aware that her authority over the military was limited, this being the major reason why the troopers felt that they could "do" as they wished. Their officer seeing all Trelandarian women in terms of slave collars and whips, feeling that we were all right- less slaves despite Darlanis' own rhetoric to the contrary here.* * It should be stated here that Darlanis herself did not tolerate such abuses, but she tended to listen too much to Princess Tara, who of course told her that all these accusations were lies. In this regard it is noteworthy that Lara Warsan had a considerable influence upon Darlanis after 2555, making the Empress more aware of the abuses that were taking place... Darlanis was sincere in her wish to make a better life for people, but she had bad advice from Princess Tara and others close to her who wished to exploit the people of Trelandar for their own purposes. Lara Warsan made a considerable change in Darlanis, letting her "see" for herself what life was truly like here for the common people. As head of the Free Trelandar Movement I denounced these actions by Darlanis as mere "window dressing", although they did tend to improve life for people despite my attempts to show otherwise. I am not proud now of some of the things that I did back then, something Darla- nis pointed out to me many times, but I was fighting for my coun- try, and I considered the end "justifying" the means here. I am glad that in the later years together we became good friends. That we could each forgive the other for what we'd done. (Sanda) "We should be safe here," Carl said, aware of "who" was re- sponsible here for the deaths of the three Imperial troopers, my husband no doubt uncomfortable with the thought that he was mar- ried to a woman who could kill without any remorse as I had here. That to me the "war" had never ended despite Darlanis' "victory". "I hope so," Lady Lana answered, smiling at her son Brian. The boy now three, having been but a baby when we'd first come to the estate after the end of the war. Four years younger than my own Jerry. Still a "baby" in a way, while Jerry was starting to become a young man now, losing his fear of thunderstorms and such things that are a part of growing up. Such as the one last night that had been a humdinger of a storm with the winds and all here. I was feeling "odd" this morning too, almost as if I was pregnant again, which I knew was almost impossible given the effectiveness of the implants now commonly used. I'd had these feelings before lately, as well as noticing that I was gaining weight and start- ing to develop a bit of a belly here. Could I be pregnant now? "Something wrong, Sanda?" Carl then asked, looking at me. "Don't feel so hot," I smiled, feeling a bit nauseous. "Maybe you're pregnant," Lady Lana grinned at me then. "That isn't likely," I answered, knowing the odds here. "We'll take a trip into Thistle and find out what is wrong," Lana answered, her hazel eyes holding mine as I nodded back now. We had a veterinarian on the estate who treated both the animals and the slaves, as well as some of the local peasantry here, but I had little confidence in her abilities at anything complicated. She was of the caste of Physicians, but not truly a "Physician". "You're pregnant," the Physician smiled at me, "About three months at least, I'd say," he grinned at me, adding to the shock as I laid there with my skirt pulled up over my hips, naked now below the waist as he finished making his examination of me here. "I'm implanted, and the implant is up to date!" I protested, disbelieving that I could be pregnant now with my implant here... "All I know that about six months from now you are going to be a `mother'," he smiled back, regarding me sitting before him. "I can make a test to see if its a boy or a girl, but you're most definitely pregnant, and there's absolutely no doubt about that." "I don't understand," I breathed, looking up at him here. "Happens every once in a while," he grinned back at me. "I guess Carl will be happy," I replied, forcing a smile. "How long you've been married?" he asked me here, aware that the silver of my neck chain meant that I'd been married for less than three years. As a rule one is required to wait until the three years are up before having children, although dispensations are allowed. In my case I wouldn't have any choice in the matter as it was obvious that Carl and I were starting our family just a bit sooner than we were planning to do. I might mention for any who are wondering here the "thought" of having an abortion never crossed my mind, such practices being almost unknown in this era. I know that such things were commonplace at one time, but so was the practice of human sacrifice and other now barbaric practices. Had this happened when I was single and the man did not wish to marry me I would have given the child to people who could raise a child properly, but the "idea" of destroying a perfectly healthy baby, one not defective in any way, has always been "unthinkable" to me. Certain not something that I would ever have done here... "Less than two years," I admitted, our second wedding anni- versary several months off yet, Carl and I having gotten married on the third of October in the year 2550, or 503 A.W. as is more commonly used here by most people not of my own caste. I didn't see why it really mattered now, as obviously I was pregnant, and that was it and there wasn't anything we could do now but be hap- py for the child to come, even if he or she hadn't been "planned" as is usually the case now a days with the implants all women wear once they enter puberty. As I was not menstruating, the im- plant was working apparently, but somehow I'd guess that I ovu- lated despite the implant, and thus got pregnant without knowing. "And your name is Mrs. Sanda Talen?" the doctor asked, mak- ing a notation in his records. I supposed I'd get written up in a medical journal somewhere, but just now that didn't matter any where near as much to me as the fact that I was with child now!! "You said I'm now about three months pregnant?" I asked him, sitting on the edge of the examining table, slipping my strap on. I hadn't much enjoyed being so examined, the doctor having treat- ed me much as he might have some slave girl. For this reason I tended to prefer women Physicians when such became necessary now. "Maybe closer to four, but you aren't very swollen yet," he answered, turning about to look at me standing there before him as I adjusted my clothing and buckled my harness on about myself. "You seem to be in good physical condition, and you're not very old, so there shouldn't be any problems that I can see here now." "Then there shouldn't be any `problems'?" I ventured, aware that if I was going to be a mother again, it would be wise now to "prepare" for that fact. Find a good mid-wife, and have a talk with a Priestess so that she could attend me when the time came.* * I was also a bit concerned here about whether or not the baby would be normal, as you will recall here my mentioning earlier that my sister once gave birth to a stillborn monster, a "thing" that never would have been allowed to live. It is also because of this that most people took pains to avoid the ruins from the past that dot most all of North America here and there. (Sanda) "Well, what is `wrong'?" Carl said to me as I stepped back out into the waiting room where he'd been waiting with Lana here. "You're going to be a father," I smiled, enjoying his look of surprise at my words. "I'm about three, four months pregnant." "Guess I'm more of a `man' than I thought I was," he smiled. "And there can be no `doubts' about her," Lana grinned here. "I need to talk to a Priestess," I replied, seeing them nod. "You aren't planning on `doing something'?" Carl protested. "Certainly `not'!" I snapped, angry he'd even think I might! What "kind" of woman did he think I was? The fact that I knew a lot about the 21st Century didn't mean that I believed in it now! I certainly didn't believe in their practices of aborting unwant- ed babies just because the women of that time were careless about their contraceptive usage. About who they slept with, had sex with, many of the women of that era being almost like prostitutes in their attitudes judging from what was so written by novelists. "That will be fifteen silver eagles," the doctor spoke, in- terrupting this conversation much to the relief of all here... A conversation that none of us ever wished had gotten started now!! Freedom Fighters of Trelandar A Tale of Adventure in the Second Dark Age Book Nine of the Warlady Series By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Thirty Six "There are three Imperial troopers missing from the company based at Thistle," Lana said to me the next morning, word having apparently reached her from their commanding officer. Her hazel eyes holding mine as I nodded, well aware of the implications... "It appears that terrorism is now a problem here in this area too despite `everything' I've done to try to prevent it," she added, well aware too of the problems that other Imperial overlords were having. Only this estate and Lady Tirana's to the north, which was under Lana's administration, having been free of such as yet. The Empire might be able to occupy Trelandar, but the people of Trelandar did not see Darlanis as "anything" but a hated invader. The rounds of jokes that circulated about Darlanis and Imperials in general leaving little doubt as to how the people felt here. "You've done everything you could to prevent such," I said, well aware that her authority over the military was limited, this being the major reason why the troopers felt that they could "do" as they wished. Their officer seeing all Trelandarian women in terms of slave collars and whips, feeling that we were all right- less slaves despite Darlanis' own rhetoric to the contrary here.* * It should be stated here that Darlanis herself did not tolerate such abuses, but she tended to listen too much to Princess Tara, who of course told her that all these accusations were lies. In this regard it is noteworthy that Lara Warsan had a considerable influence upon Darlanis after 2555, making the Empress more aware of the abuses that were taking place... Darlanis was sincere in her wish to make a better life for people, but she had bad advice from Princess Tara and others close to her who wished to exploit the people of Trelandar for their own purposes. Lara Warsan made a considerable change in Darlanis, letting her "see" for herself what life was truly like here for the common people. As head of the Free Trelandar Movement I denounced these actions by Darlanis as mere "window dressing", although they did tend to improve life for people despite my attempts to show otherwise. I am not proud now of some of the things that I did back then, something Darla- nis pointed out to me many times, but I was fighting for my coun- try, and I considered the end "justifying" the means here. I am glad that in the later years together we became good friends. That we could each forgive the other for what we'd done. (Sanda) "We should be safe here," Carl said, aware of "who" was re- sponsible here for the deaths of the three Imperial troopers, my husband no doubt uncomfortable with the thought that he was mar- ried to a woman who could kill without any remorse as I had here. That to me the "war" had never ended despite Darlanis' "victory". "I hope so," Lady Lana answered, smiling at her son Brian. The boy now three, having been but a baby when we'd first come to the estate after the end of the war. Four years younger than my own Jerry. Still a "baby" in a way, while Jerry was starting to become a young man now, losing his fear of thunderstorms and such things that are a part of growing up. Such as the one last night that had been a humdinger of a storm with the winds and all here. I was feeling "odd" this morning too, almost as if I was pregnant again, which I knew was almost impossible given the effectiveness of the implants now commonly used. I'd had these feelings before lately, as well as noticing that I was gaining weight and start- ing to develop a bit of a belly here. Could I be pregnant now? "Something wrong, Sanda?" Carl then asked, looking at me. "Don't feel so hot," I smiled, feeling a bit nauseous. "Maybe you're pregnant," Lady Lana grinned at me then. "That isn't likely," I answered, knowing the odds here. "We'll take a trip into Thistle and find out what is wrong," Lana answered, her hazel eyes holding mine as I nodded back now. We had a veterinarian on the estate who treated both the animals and the slaves, as well as some of the local peasantry here, but I had little confidence in her abilities at anything complicated. She was of the caste of Physicians, but not truly a "Physician". "You're pregnant," the Physician smiled at me, "About three months at least, I'd say," he grinned at me, adding to the shock as I laid there with my skirt pulled up over my hips, naked now below the waist as he finished making his examination of me here. "I'm implanted, and the implant is up to date!" I protested, disbelieving that I could be pregnant now with my implant here... "All I know that about six months from now you are going to be a `mother'," he smiled back, regarding me sitting before him. "I can make a test to see if its a boy or a girl, but you're most definitely pregnant, and there's absolutely no doubt about that." "I don't understand," I breathed, looking up at him here. "Happens every once in a while," he grinned back at me. "I guess Carl will be happy," I replied, forcing a smile. "How long you've been married?" he asked me here, aware that the silver of my neck chain meant that I'd been married for less than three years. As a rule one is required to wait until the three years are up before having children, although dispensations are allowed. In my case I wouldn't have any choice in the matter as it was obvious that Carl and I were starting our family just a bit sooner than we were planning to do. I might mention for any who are wondering here the "thought" of having an abortion never crossed my mind, such practices being almost unknown in this era. I know that such things were commonplace at one time, but so was the practice of human sacrifice and other now barbaric practices. Had this happened when I was single and the man did not wish to marry me I would have given the child to people who could raise a child properly, but the "idea" of destroying a perfectly healthy baby, one not defective in any way, has always been "unthinkable" to me. Certain not something that I would ever have done here... "Less than two years," I admitted, our second wedding anni- versary several months off yet, Carl and I having gotten married on the third of October in the year 2550, or 503 A.W. as is more commonly used here by most people not of my own caste. I didn't see why it really mattered now, as obviously I was pregnant, and that was it and there wasn't anything we could do now but be hap- py for the child to come, even if he or she hadn't been "planned" as is usually the case now a days with the implants all women wear once they enter puberty. As I was not menstruating, the im- plant was working apparently, but somehow I'd guess that I ovu- lated despite the implant, and thus got pregnant without knowing. "And your name is Mrs. Sanda Talen?" the doctor asked, mak- ing a notation in his records. I supposed I'd get written up in a medical journal somewhere, but just now that didn't matter any where near as much to me as the fact that I was with child now!! "You said I'm now about three months pregnant?" I asked him, sitting on the edge of the examining table, slipping my strap on. I hadn't much enjoyed being so examined, the doctor having treat- ed me much as he might have some slave girl. For this reason I tended to prefer women Physicians when such became necessary now. "Maybe closer to four, but you aren't very swollen yet," he answered, turning about to look at me standing there before him as I adjusted my clothing and buckled my harness on about myself. "You seem to be in good physical condition, and you're not very old, so there shouldn't be any problems that I can see here now." "Then there shouldn't be any `problems'?" I ventured, aware that if I was going to be a mother again, it would be wise now to "prepare" for that fact. Find a good mid-wife, and have a talk with a Priestess so that she could attend me when the time came.* * I was also a bit concerned here about whether or not the baby would be normal, as you will recall here my mentioning earlier that my sister once gave birth to a stillborn monster, a "thing" that never would have been allowed to live. It is also because of this that most people took pains to avoid the ruins from the past that dot most all of North America here and there. (Sanda) "Well, what is `wrong'?" Carl said to me as I stepped back out into the waiting room where he'd been waiting with Lana here. "You're going to be a father," I smiled, enjoying his look of surprise at my words. "I'm about three, four months pregnant." "Guess I'm more of a `man' than I thought I was," he smiled. "And there can be no `doubts' about her," Lana grinned here. "I need to talk to a Priestess," I replied, seeing them nod. "You aren't planning on `doing something'?" Carl protested. "Certainly `not'!" I snapped, angry he'd even think I might! What "kind" of woman did he think I was? The fact that I knew a lot about the 21st Century didn't mean that I believed in it now! I certainly didn't believe in their practices of aborting unwant- ed babies just because the women of that time were careless about their contraceptive usage. About who they slept with, had sex with, many of the women of that era being almost like prostitutes in their attitudes judging from what was so written by novelists. "That will be fifteen silver eagles," the doctor spoke, in- terrupting this conversation much to the relief of all here... A conversation that none of us ever wished had gotten started now!! |
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