"FREE-39" - 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 Nine "We have much to be `thankful' for," Lady Lana spoke as she sat there at the head of the table, dressed up in all her finery. Two slave girls hovering near by waiting to be of service to us. The table before us loaded with food, all expertly prepared here. Lady Lana living perhaps as well as any Queen might so do here! "Thanksgiving, a holiday supposedly celebrated based upon a legendary celebration that took place now nine centuries ago," I smiled back at the Trelandarian aristocrat. Early in the Seven- teenth Century I recalled now, thinking of oddly costumed men and women, of firearms perhaps less "effective" than our own weapons. They had fled an oppressive society to found their own here on this continent, sailing across the Atlantic in a ship hardly able to make such voyages. Inferior perhaps to Dularnian raiders now! Those swift two masted schooners now being built there in Arsana that Darlanis was complaining about. Making those who she ruled think that there was no alternative here but for war with Dularn. "Whatever..." Lana answered, giving me a smile in return. I was very much "pregnant" now, greatly swollen, the child due the next month, perhaps about Christmas, the doctor had predicted... I wondered what the Pilgrims would have thought of our society? They had worshiped a different "god" than we did, the TRUTH as to the Mistress of Things having been unknown until the early 21st Century when Nancy Ann Kerr had "founded" the Priestesses of Lys. Little was "known" of the woman save that in earlier life she had been a famous figure skater, having once skated in the Olympics.* * Lorraine met the FOUNDER in 2571 when First Priestess Tais had her teleported through time to the 26th Century. Nancy Ann was instrumental in the "transporting" of Princess Ta-she-ra far back into time, perhaps even to the Fifth Century AD as is believed... According to Lorraine's diary for that year, Ta-she-ra was "de- pressed" over an "incident" with Black Lady and she felt that she would be better off perhaps living out her life in the past as a simple native American woman, which she doubtless did. Lorraine notes that there is a very old legend among the Nevadas of a wom- an, a "witch woman", who "predicted" many strange and "awesome" things, including Lorraine notes, THE END OF THE WORLD! (Sanda) "You sure have a lot of food, Lady Lana," Jerry piped up. I supposed there was enough there before us to feed a dozen people. No doubt the slave girls would get their share when we were done. "One wants for little," Lady Tirana smiled, being our guest. I thought of the "conversations" we'd had, Lady Tirana "agreeing" with me that we had but little chance of kicking out the Empire. Our only "hope" here being that Darlanis would start a war with Dularn, one that she could not "win", and that would "encourage" Queen Tulis to now seek "allies" wherever she could so find them. "I made arrangements for Thanksgiving turkeys to be given to everyone who works for me, and for everyone to have a good meal," Lana smiled back, her eyes meeting mine as I nodded back then. A sudden "cramp" going through my abdomen making me think for a mo- ment that I had gas cramps, but then I remembered how it had felt when I'd given birth to Jerry, and I knew what was happening now! "I believe I'm having labor pains," I spoke, meeting my hus- band's eyes as he nodded, well aware of the "problems" just now with the holiday and everything now this far from "civilization". "I'll ride for a Priestess," Lady Tirana smiled, pushing her chair back. "And I trust your veterinarian is `competent'," she grinned then to Lana. It being a two hour ride to Thistle... I had already made arrangements for the midwife, so there was no real problem there although she might not care to come just now!! "Sorry for ruining everyone's Thanksgiving dinner," I said, lying there in bed, the "pains" coming more often now. The mid- wife giving me a gap toothed grin, obviously having neglected to care for her teeth. Carl sitting at my side, holding my hand. I saw Jerry peeking through the door, holding Mischief in his arms. Despite the chill in the room I was sweating, well aware of what laid ahead for me. When I'd had Jerry I'd had a Priestess, and I had permitted her to take over my mind so it had not really been all that bad giving birth... Lana had given me a shot, but it had done little to me so far, and such drugs were not something a person would take without a great deal of caution, especially as they might have an "effect" upon the baby now trying to get out. Better that I endure the pain as best I could than harm my baby. "Lana, take Jerry," I said, seeing her nod. I had no desire for him to see me when the pain got bad. A woman giving birth is not something enjoyable to watch. He'd seen one of the dogs here giving birth, so he knew here about what was going to happen now. I'd told him earlier that there was a baby growing inside me, a little girl, it had been found, who Carl and I had named "Sarah". That when Sarah grew "big" enough she'd come out from between my legs, from that "mouth" that I had that was made for the purpose. He knew that a man and a woman "did something" together to make a baby, but I felt such was something here I might cover later on when he was a little older and could better understand such then. "The Priestess is here," Lana said, the Priestess coming in then followed by Lady Tirana. The old Warlady "grinning" at me, no doubt well aware of how I was feeling, Tirana herself now be- ing a grandmother. Her granddaughter Keri being nine to Jerry's seven. The Priestess giving me a smile I didn't much match then. "Look at my ankh," the Priestess said, sitting down on the bed beside me, her dark eyes glowing into mine, her white gown a contrast to the darker "olive" of her skin. "Think of the Good- ness of Lys, think of how you would like to go to sleep safe and warm in Her Arms... Think of how `sleepy' you are getting," she said to me, holding the ankh there before my face as I got became sleepy, feeling so "tired" I could hardly keep my eyes open now.* * Lorraine's notes here read: "An interesting description of the sort of post hypnotic suggestion used by the Priestesses of Lys." It being Lorraine's early belief (back in 2565) that the power of the Priestesses of Lys was based solely upon their "monopolistic" use of various techniques of hypnosis. While she denounced such in her own diaries, it is noteworthy that she herself believed it was necessary to place such powers under strict control. (Sanda) I was aware that people were moving about, that things were happening to my body, that I was being positioned for childbirth. But now with the Priestess controlling my mind, I no longer felt pain, the discomfort that I'd felt before. I could sense a sort of "pressure", a feeling of something trying to pass out from me. A sensation of being "stretched", of a sensation of "movement". I could hear voices, those of the midwife, of the Priestess, the comments of Lady Tirana as she sat there watching all this, Carl holding my hand, wiping my forehead, whispering encouragements to me, although I didn't feel there was that much of a problem here. Everything being something like a dream with nothing really real! "Push, Mrs. Talen, push," the midwife said to me, looking in between my well opened legs, there obviously being something here passing out of me, something "stretching" me to the limit, I felt as I did as "asked", the Priestess too now looking down at that part of me, as if something was happening there I didn't know of! "It's `coming'," the midwife muttered, looking up at the Priestess, a sheet over me concealing from my own eyes what was now happening down there although I could feel something passing! "She's... OUT!" the Priestess spoke, the midwife reaching in between my legs, between my thighs, lifting up a baby, wet and bloody, a soft cry coming from her as she took her first breath!! "Our daughter," Carl said to me as I held Sarah to myself. I had but only a little milk as yet, but that would come, I knew. She would be brunette like us, the sparse hair leaving no doubts. "Life goes on," the Priestess said, taking the gold coin my husband gave her for her services to us. Sarah was a fine little baby girl, healthy, perfect, perhaps a future Warrioress, al- though I was not too overly "delighted" with the idea of raising both my children to eventually become members of the black caste. My husband then paying off the midwife, who gave me another gap toothed grin before leaving. Lana now coming in with Jerry, who looked at the new baby with suitable awe. It being obvious that his mother's "belly" was now gone down and here was the baby I'd told him earlier that I'd been carrying right there inside me... "You have a baby sister now," I said, giving him a smile. "How about a puppy next time?" he suggested in return. "Maybe we can let Mischief be a mother," Carl suggested. "Better `her' than me," I grinned, glad that it was over. 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 Nine "We have much to be `thankful' for," Lady Lana spoke as she sat there at the head of the table, dressed up in all her finery. Two slave girls hovering near by waiting to be of service to us. The table before us loaded with food, all expertly prepared here. Lady Lana living perhaps as well as any Queen might so do here! "Thanksgiving, a holiday supposedly celebrated based upon a legendary celebration that took place now nine centuries ago," I smiled back at the Trelandarian aristocrat. Early in the Seven- teenth Century I recalled now, thinking of oddly costumed men and women, of firearms perhaps less "effective" than our own weapons. They had fled an oppressive society to found their own here on this continent, sailing across the Atlantic in a ship hardly able to make such voyages. Inferior perhaps to Dularnian raiders now! Those swift two masted schooners now being built there in Arsana that Darlanis was complaining about. Making those who she ruled think that there was no alternative here but for war with Dularn. "Whatever..." Lana answered, giving me a smile in return. I was very much "pregnant" now, greatly swollen, the child due the next month, perhaps about Christmas, the doctor had predicted... I wondered what the Pilgrims would have thought of our society? They had worshiped a different "god" than we did, the TRUTH as to the Mistress of Things having been unknown until the early 21st Century when Nancy Ann Kerr had "founded" the Priestesses of Lys. Little was "known" of the woman save that in earlier life she had been a famous figure skater, having once skated in the Olympics.* * Lorraine met the FOUNDER in 2571 when First Priestess Tais had her teleported through time to the 26th Century. Nancy Ann was instrumental in the "transporting" of Princess Ta-she-ra far back into time, perhaps even to the Fifth Century AD as is believed... According to Lorraine's diary for that year, Ta-she-ra was "de- pressed" over an "incident" with Black Lady and she felt that she would be better off perhaps living out her life in the past as a simple native American woman, which she doubtless did. Lorraine notes that there is a very old legend among the Nevadas of a wom- an, a "witch woman", who "predicted" many strange and "awesome" things, including Lorraine notes, THE END OF THE WORLD! (Sanda) "You sure have a lot of food, Lady Lana," Jerry piped up. I supposed there was enough there before us to feed a dozen people. No doubt the slave girls would get their share when we were done. "One wants for little," Lady Tirana smiled, being our guest. I thought of the "conversations" we'd had, Lady Tirana "agreeing" with me that we had but little chance of kicking out the Empire. Our only "hope" here being that Darlanis would start a war with Dularn, one that she could not "win", and that would "encourage" Queen Tulis to now seek "allies" wherever she could so find them. "I made arrangements for Thanksgiving turkeys to be given to everyone who works for me, and for everyone to have a good meal," Lana smiled back, her eyes meeting mine as I nodded back then. A sudden "cramp" going through my abdomen making me think for a mo- ment that I had gas cramps, but then I remembered how it had felt when I'd given birth to Jerry, and I knew what was happening now! "I believe I'm having labor pains," I spoke, meeting my hus- band's eyes as he nodded, well aware of the "problems" just now with the holiday and everything now this far from "civilization". "I'll ride for a Priestess," Lady Tirana smiled, pushing her chair back. "And I trust your veterinarian is `competent'," she grinned then to Lana. It being a two hour ride to Thistle... I had already made arrangements for the midwife, so there was no real problem there although she might not care to come just now!! "Sorry for ruining everyone's Thanksgiving dinner," I said, lying there in bed, the "pains" coming more often now. The mid- wife giving me a gap toothed grin, obviously having neglected to care for her teeth. Carl sitting at my side, holding my hand. I saw Jerry peeking through the door, holding Mischief in his arms. Despite the chill in the room I was sweating, well aware of what laid ahead for me. When I'd had Jerry I'd had a Priestess, and I had permitted her to take over my mind so it had not really been all that bad giving birth... Lana had given me a shot, but it had done little to me so far, and such drugs were not something a person would take without a great deal of caution, especially as they might have an "effect" upon the baby now trying to get out. Better that I endure the pain as best I could than harm my baby. "Lana, take Jerry," I said, seeing her nod. I had no desire for him to see me when the pain got bad. A woman giving birth is not something enjoyable to watch. He'd seen one of the dogs here giving birth, so he knew here about what was going to happen now. I'd told him earlier that there was a baby growing inside me, a little girl, it had been found, who Carl and I had named "Sarah". That when Sarah grew "big" enough she'd come out from between my legs, from that "mouth" that I had that was made for the purpose. He knew that a man and a woman "did something" together to make a baby, but I felt such was something here I might cover later on when he was a little older and could better understand such then. "The Priestess is here," Lana said, the Priestess coming in then followed by Lady Tirana. The old Warlady "grinning" at me, no doubt well aware of how I was feeling, Tirana herself now be- ing a grandmother. Her granddaughter Keri being nine to Jerry's seven. The Priestess giving me a smile I didn't much match then. "Look at my ankh," the Priestess said, sitting down on the bed beside me, her dark eyes glowing into mine, her white gown a contrast to the darker "olive" of her skin. "Think of the Good- ness of Lys, think of how you would like to go to sleep safe and warm in Her Arms... Think of how `sleepy' you are getting," she said to me, holding the ankh there before my face as I got became sleepy, feeling so "tired" I could hardly keep my eyes open now.* * Lorraine's notes here read: "An interesting description of the sort of post hypnotic suggestion used by the Priestesses of Lys." It being Lorraine's early belief (back in 2565) that the power of the Priestesses of Lys was based solely upon their "monopolistic" use of various techniques of hypnosis. While she denounced such in her own diaries, it is noteworthy that she herself believed it was necessary to place such powers under strict control. (Sanda) I was aware that people were moving about, that things were happening to my body, that I was being positioned for childbirth. But now with the Priestess controlling my mind, I no longer felt pain, the discomfort that I'd felt before. I could sense a sort of "pressure", a feeling of something trying to pass out from me. A sensation of being "stretched", of a sensation of "movement". I could hear voices, those of the midwife, of the Priestess, the comments of Lady Tirana as she sat there watching all this, Carl holding my hand, wiping my forehead, whispering encouragements to me, although I didn't feel there was that much of a problem here. Everything being something like a dream with nothing really real! "Push, Mrs. Talen, push," the midwife said to me, looking in between my well opened legs, there obviously being something here passing out of me, something "stretching" me to the limit, I felt as I did as "asked", the Priestess too now looking down at that part of me, as if something was happening there I didn't know of! "It's `coming'," the midwife muttered, looking up at the Priestess, a sheet over me concealing from my own eyes what was now happening down there although I could feel something passing! "She's... OUT!" the Priestess spoke, the midwife reaching in between my legs, between my thighs, lifting up a baby, wet and bloody, a soft cry coming from her as she took her first breath!! "Our daughter," Carl said to me as I held Sarah to myself. I had but only a little milk as yet, but that would come, I knew. She would be brunette like us, the sparse hair leaving no doubts. "Life goes on," the Priestess said, taking the gold coin my husband gave her for her services to us. Sarah was a fine little baby girl, healthy, perfect, perhaps a future Warrioress, al- though I was not too overly "delighted" with the idea of raising both my children to eventually become members of the black caste. My husband then paying off the midwife, who gave me another gap toothed grin before leaving. Lana now coming in with Jerry, who looked at the new baby with suitable awe. It being obvious that his mother's "belly" was now gone down and here was the baby I'd told him earlier that I'd been carrying right there inside me... "You have a baby sister now," I said, giving him a smile. "How about a puppy next time?" he suggested in return. "Maybe we can let Mischief be a mother," Carl suggested. "Better `her' than me," I grinned, glad that it was over. |
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