"FREE-42" - 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 Forty Two "About a hundred yards," Carl breathed, peeking out from be- tween the buildings. The Imperial men at arms here at their ease across the square sitting there enjoying the warm night, and some drinks. The Moon was nearly full, giving us a quite ample light for this task of sowing fear and terror among the "enemy" here... "Lana should be in position now," I breathed back to him, my bow held ready in my hand, an arrow nocked on the string. These men were a part of the Imperial occupation force here at Thistle. A "force" of around fifty, a small company or oversized platoon. "A good night for it," Carl grinned back, the row of storm clouds now approaching the Moon about to over it over in minutes. I could see lightning flashing in them, the low rumble of thunder reaching my ears. There was an odor of rain too now in the air. "`Wait' until I shoot," I answered, giving him a kiss before creeping off into the darkness here between the buildings to the place that I'd picked out earlier as the best place for doing it! I raised my bow, taking aim. I needed to "miss", but close enough that it would seem that the miss had been merely due to a lack of "skill" with the weapon. I could just hear the sound of the men's voices mingled in with the night sounds of crickets and such. The row of storm clouds even closer now to the Moon here. The wind picking up, raising a bit of dust in the town's square. I could just see the blackened arrow in the moonlight as it flew forth, rising up and then falling back to "thunk" against my target, that being the building just over the Imperials' heads... For a second there was no "reaction", then someone stood up and pointed, another getting up, two more "thunks" leaving utter- ly no doubt that they were under fire! The men scattering for cover, while I took the wisest course and got quickly away here!! "What's all the `fuss' about now?" Lady Lana asked, striding into the room, Carl and I following her, thunder rumbling behind us as darkness swept over Thistle, the Moon hidden by the clouds. "We were fired upon!" a man exclaimed, a burly sergeant now taking down reports. "Fortunately they missed in the darkness!" "It must be these `terrorists' we've been reading about in the newspaper," Carl ventured, standing there beside his Ladies, although my actual "identity" was known to only a few in Thistle. "This `Free Trelandar Movement' that I've been reading about..." "What's the problem here, Sam?" the unit's officer barked as he came striding into the room, a crash of thunder seeming to an- nounce his arrival as the storm came. "What's the fuss about?" "There was an attack by `terrorists'," Lady Lana snapped. "No doubt by this `Free Trelandar Movement' we've been hearing about," she continued on, sounding very much the outraged "Lady". "And I live a dozen miles from any military protection!" she now added in hot tones that we'd carefully rehearsed here earlier on. "You have your own men, and these `terrorists' are few," the officer retorted, no doubt annoyed as we planned by Lana's tone. "The Empress is supposed to be in Trella in a few days, and you can `ask' her what can be done here," he continued on, telling us news of course that we all knew of here. No doubt well aware of the fact that there wasn't anything Darlanis could do either now! "And when I'm murdered most foully by these `terrorists', my husband I assure you will have much to say about this `affair'!" Lady Lana snapped back, surprising talented as an actress here... "And I can assure that my husband, Senator Lord Daris, will have much to say when he finds out that his wife and his only son here were killed in their own home by these `terrorists' you can't do a damn thing about!" Lana continued on here doubtlessly much to the officer's discomfort. "I'm going to `arm' my own people, all of them, so that I can sleep safe in my own bed at night here..." "Do whatever you see `fit' to do," the man snapped back, his tone of voice leaving no doubts as to his feelings here either! "I'm also going to have my `Scribe' here write letters to all the newspapers requesting that the Imperial government take `action' to deal with these `terrorists', even if it means arming those of Trelandar who are `loyal' to the Empire of California." Lana continued on, acting very much like a spoiled Imperial Lady! "I'm sure you will be safe in Thistle tonight," the officer answered, his voice hard, his eyes burning into Lady Lana's as a sharp "crack" of thunder announced the onset of the thunderstorm. "And in the morning I will give you an escort back to your home." "That was some `act' you put on!" I laughed to Lady Lana as soon as we were alone, Carl grinning at the attractive brownette who I knew well that he found quite attractive, my husband being a man who like many did have something of a "roving eye" here... "No doubt he was considering the `pleasures' of collaring me and putting the whip to my body to teach me better manners," she smiled back, walking to the window, looking out into the storm, a bright flash of lightning silhouetting her figure for an instant. "He will carry word to his superiors, and eventually every- one will believe that there is a powerful terrorist movement here in Trelandar when in fact there is nothing of the kind," I said. Carl giving me a quick pat on the buttocks, cupping them through the flesh warmed leather of the softly tanned skirt that I wore. "There have been `incidents' here and there," Lana said. "And any future ones will be blamed on the FTM," I smiled. "Like `democrats', we'll be `blamed' for everything," Carl grinned, his arm around my waist. It being a historical fact I'd related to him one time that Janet Rogers had "blamed" the Demo- cratic Party and its cohorts for every problem that America had. Saying that America would have never gotten into the "troubles" that it had without the insane policies of the "Democratic So- cialist Welfare Party", the name by which she gave it, the "name" by which it is also now known by most people of this era here... "Must be `hard' for a woman alone like that," I whispered to Carl as we made love as "quietly" as we could while Lana slept on the other side of a hanging drape from us, such being now common- ly used in rooms like this to divide them here between the sexes. "You're probably `better'," Carl whispered, kissing me then. The thunderstorm now dying away in the distance over the Sierras. "And you've got a `heat' to you that she doesn't," he added then. "You seem to know a lot about her," I teased him back here. "A man can `tell' when he observes a woman for a while," he told me, opening my thighs and then mounting me for his "ride"... The thought going through my mind that hopefully my implant would not "fail" again or I'd start having more "family" than I wanted! ***************************************************************** "The Princess is dead," Lady Lana said to me, coming into my office and dropping the newspaper on my desk. "There was a ship wreck the same night that we made our attack there in Thistle," I listened to her add, the tone of her voice almost as if we'd been "responsible" for the loss of Princess Anna at sea when Sarnian Queen ran into a rock in the storm then and ripped herself apart. "There will be a month of mourning," Lana added, the memories now coming back to me of little Princess Anna, who I'd seen that time when Darlanis had visited the estate. "And despite whatever you `think' of Darlanis, I hope you can find it in your heart to join with me and everyone else in prayer that Lys will be merciful..." "Oh Lys, we beseech your mercy for Princess Anna Marden, who was swept away from her mother's arms into the cold depths of the sea," the Priestess spoke as we all knelt there on the ground be- fore her, free and slave, rich and poor, high caste and low. My baby girl in my arms, the very "thought" of what Darlanis must be going through now almost enough to make me forgive her for every- thing she'd ever done. The flag on the staff at half mast, Carl with his men to one side, while Jerry knelt there beside me here. I could feel the hot heat of the sun in the sky, the clear azure spotted here and there with white fluffy clouds. The forest to the south of us dark, forbidding in its own way. Even if Anna's life preserver had held her up, the coldness of the water, the roughness of the waves would have eventually taken their toll...* * As is known, Anna was rescued by a patrolling Lorr spaceship and taken to Mars where she was raised by Aurora, Darlanis' true mother. There is much about this affair that has never come out, although Lorraine's diaries do go into considerable conjecture as to things. It being Lorraine's belief here that Aurora was dis- appointed in how Darlanis led her life, and decided that she was an unfit mother to raise Anna. The "role" of Raspa in all this is unknown, although it appears she may have had a "claw" in it. Freedom Fighters of Trelandar A Tale of Adventure in the Second Dark Age Book Nine of the Warlady Series By Jerome B. Bigge Chapter Forty Two "About a hundred yards," Carl breathed, peeking out from be- tween the buildings. The Imperial men at arms here at their ease across the square sitting there enjoying the warm night, and some drinks. The Moon was nearly full, giving us a quite ample light for this task of sowing fear and terror among the "enemy" here... "Lana should be in position now," I breathed back to him, my bow held ready in my hand, an arrow nocked on the string. These men were a part of the Imperial occupation force here at Thistle. A "force" of around fifty, a small company or oversized platoon. "A good night for it," Carl grinned back, the row of storm clouds now approaching the Moon about to over it over in minutes. I could see lightning flashing in them, the low rumble of thunder reaching my ears. There was an odor of rain too now in the air. "`Wait' until I shoot," I answered, giving him a kiss before creeping off into the darkness here between the buildings to the place that I'd picked out earlier as the best place for doing it! I raised my bow, taking aim. I needed to "miss", but close enough that it would seem that the miss had been merely due to a lack of "skill" with the weapon. I could just hear the sound of the men's voices mingled in with the night sounds of crickets and such. The row of storm clouds even closer now to the Moon here. The wind picking up, raising a bit of dust in the town's square. I could just see the blackened arrow in the moonlight as it flew forth, rising up and then falling back to "thunk" against my target, that being the building just over the Imperials' heads... For a second there was no "reaction", then someone stood up and pointed, another getting up, two more "thunks" leaving utter- ly no doubt that they were under fire! The men scattering for cover, while I took the wisest course and got quickly away here!! "What's all the `fuss' about now?" Lady Lana asked, striding into the room, Carl and I following her, thunder rumbling behind us as darkness swept over Thistle, the Moon hidden by the clouds. "We were fired upon!" a man exclaimed, a burly sergeant now taking down reports. "Fortunately they missed in the darkness!" "It must be these `terrorists' we've been reading about in the newspaper," Carl ventured, standing there beside his Ladies, although my actual "identity" was known to only a few in Thistle. "This `Free Trelandar Movement' that I've been reading about..." "What's the problem here, Sam?" the unit's officer barked as he came striding into the room, a crash of thunder seeming to an- nounce his arrival as the storm came. "What's the fuss about?" "There was an attack by `terrorists'," Lady Lana snapped. "No doubt by this `Free Trelandar Movement' we've been hearing about," she continued on, sounding very much the outraged "Lady". "And I live a dozen miles from any military protection!" she now added in hot tones that we'd carefully rehearsed here earlier on. "You have your own men, and these `terrorists' are few," the officer retorted, no doubt annoyed as we planned by Lana's tone. "The Empress is supposed to be in Trella in a few days, and you can `ask' her what can be done here," he continued on, telling us news of course that we all knew of here. No doubt well aware of the fact that there wasn't anything Darlanis could do either now! "And when I'm murdered most foully by these `terrorists', my husband I assure you will have much to say about this `affair'!" Lady Lana snapped back, surprising talented as an actress here... "And I can assure that my husband, Senator Lord Daris, will have much to say when he finds out that his wife and his only son here were killed in their own home by these `terrorists' you can't do a damn thing about!" Lana continued on here doubtlessly much to the officer's discomfort. "I'm going to `arm' my own people, all of them, so that I can sleep safe in my own bed at night here..." "Do whatever you see `fit' to do," the man snapped back, his tone of voice leaving no doubts as to his feelings here either! "I'm also going to have my `Scribe' here write letters to all the newspapers requesting that the Imperial government take `action' to deal with these `terrorists', even if it means arming those of Trelandar who are `loyal' to the Empire of California." Lana continued on, acting very much like a spoiled Imperial Lady! "I'm sure you will be safe in Thistle tonight," the officer answered, his voice hard, his eyes burning into Lady Lana's as a sharp "crack" of thunder announced the onset of the thunderstorm. "And in the morning I will give you an escort back to your home." "That was some `act' you put on!" I laughed to Lady Lana as soon as we were alone, Carl grinning at the attractive brownette who I knew well that he found quite attractive, my husband being a man who like many did have something of a "roving eye" here... "No doubt he was considering the `pleasures' of collaring me and putting the whip to my body to teach me better manners," she smiled back, walking to the window, looking out into the storm, a bright flash of lightning silhouetting her figure for an instant. "He will carry word to his superiors, and eventually every- one will believe that there is a powerful terrorist movement here in Trelandar when in fact there is nothing of the kind," I said. Carl giving me a quick pat on the buttocks, cupping them through the flesh warmed leather of the softly tanned skirt that I wore. "There have been `incidents' here and there," Lana said. "And any future ones will be blamed on the FTM," I smiled. "Like `democrats', we'll be `blamed' for everything," Carl grinned, his arm around my waist. It being a historical fact I'd related to him one time that Janet Rogers had "blamed" the Demo- cratic Party and its cohorts for every problem that America had. Saying that America would have never gotten into the "troubles" that it had without the insane policies of the "Democratic So- cialist Welfare Party", the name by which she gave it, the "name" by which it is also now known by most people of this era here... "Must be `hard' for a woman alone like that," I whispered to Carl as we made love as "quietly" as we could while Lana slept on the other side of a hanging drape from us, such being now common- ly used in rooms like this to divide them here between the sexes. "You're probably `better'," Carl whispered, kissing me then. The thunderstorm now dying away in the distance over the Sierras. "And you've got a `heat' to you that she doesn't," he added then. "You seem to know a lot about her," I teased him back here. "A man can `tell' when he observes a woman for a while," he told me, opening my thighs and then mounting me for his "ride"... The thought going through my mind that hopefully my implant would not "fail" again or I'd start having more "family" than I wanted! ***************************************************************** "The Princess is dead," Lady Lana said to me, coming into my office and dropping the newspaper on my desk. "There was a ship wreck the same night that we made our attack there in Thistle," I listened to her add, the tone of her voice almost as if we'd been "responsible" for the loss of Princess Anna at sea when Sarnian Queen ran into a rock in the storm then and ripped herself apart. "There will be a month of mourning," Lana added, the memories now coming back to me of little Princess Anna, who I'd seen that time when Darlanis had visited the estate. "And despite whatever you `think' of Darlanis, I hope you can find it in your heart to join with me and everyone else in prayer that Lys will be merciful..." "Oh Lys, we beseech your mercy for Princess Anna Marden, who was swept away from her mother's arms into the cold depths of the sea," the Priestess spoke as we all knelt there on the ground be- fore her, free and slave, rich and poor, high caste and low. My baby girl in my arms, the very "thought" of what Darlanis must be going through now almost enough to make me forgive her for every- thing she'd ever done. The flag on the staff at half mast, Carl with his men to one side, while Jerry knelt there beside me here. I could feel the hot heat of the sun in the sky, the clear azure spotted here and there with white fluffy clouds. The forest to the south of us dark, forbidding in its own way. Even if Anna's life preserver had held her up, the coldness of the water, the roughness of the waves would have eventually taken their toll...* * As is known, Anna was rescued by a patrolling Lorr spaceship and taken to Mars where she was raised by Aurora, Darlanis' true mother. There is much about this affair that has never come out, although Lorraine's diaries do go into considerable conjecture as to things. It being Lorraine's belief here that Aurora was dis- appointed in how Darlanis led her life, and decided that she was an unfit mother to raise Anna. The "role" of Raspa in all this is unknown, although it appears she may have had a "claw" in it. |
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