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Saturday, July 18, 2026
Tales of Vinoli Masterpost
The Sea, the Sea
Charles Arrowby, a famous theater director, decides on a whim to leave his old life behind. He settles in a cottage on the coast, where he intends to spend the rest of his days, far from the world in which he made his name.
It does not take long though, for Charles' self-imposed exile to be disturbed. First, by the intrusion of people he thought he'd left behind and then, by a chance encounter with his childhood sweetheart, Hartley, now married. As memories of their past relationship become more vivid, Charles becomes obsessed with the thought of winning Hartley back. No matter what.
Originally published in 197, The Sea, the Sea was the nineteenth novel written by British author and philosopher Iris Murdoch. It won her the Booker Prize and having read it, I have to say that it was well-deserved.
The Sea, the Sea is told entirely from the point of view of Charles Arrowby, who shares with the reader his opinions on everything from Shakespeare to cooking. As the story unfolds, Arrowby becomes more and more dis-likable as his delusions takes a firmer hold on him and his treatment of the people in his life is revealed to the reader. That said, I never found him anything less than compelling and that goes for the rest of the cast as well. I particularly liked James, Charles' cousin, who serves as a foil throughout the novel.
Although mostly grounded, The Sea, the Sea contains some fantastical elements. To mention just one example, early in the book, Charles sees a monster rising out of the sea. It never shows up again and Charles later dismisses it as a residual effect from when he took hallucinogenics in his younger days. However, by that point, the reader knows Charles well enough to doubt his judgement.
The Sea, the Sea is my first Murdoch novel and certainly won't be the last. A marvelous read, highly recommended.
Friday, June 26, 2026
Conversations
The Schoolyard of St. Alma's.
Two students are walking together, when a third student comes up to them. They greet each other casually.
3rd Student: Did you hear what just happened?
1st Student: No, what?
2nd Student (excited):Tell us.
3rd Student: You know the lynx in the other class? Rita, I think?
2nd Student: Risha.
3rd Student: That's it. Well, she just attacked Alys!
1st Student: What! Why?
3rd Student:No idea, she just pounced on her. Fortunately, two professors were nearby and they managed to pull her off.
2nd Student: How awful! Poor Alys. Was she badly hurt?
3rd Student: I don't think so. One of the professors took her to the infirmary.
1st Student: What about the lynx?
3rd Student: I suppose she was taken to the principal's office. I wouldn't want to be in her clothes right now.
2nd Student: Me neither. Do you think she'll get expelled?
1st Student: Not likely, don't you know who her father is? The School isn't going to throw out the daughter of a national hero.
2nd Student: That's so unfair! if it had been one of us...
3rd Student: Some people really do have it easy. At least she'll most definitely get a public trashing for this, as well as having to apologize to Alys.
1st Student: Serves her right. Still, I wonder what made her do such a thing?
2nd Student: Oh, who cares? Say, you girls are still up for tonight, right?
The 1st and Student both nod. At this point, the bell rings. All three immediately head for their next lesson.
*****
Meanwhile, Nasari is entertaining two guests in her garden. Said guests are none other than Alys' parents.
Alys' father: It's unfortunate that the General should happen to be out of town on the day we decided to visit.
Nasari: Oh, you know, his work keeps him busy.
Alys' mother: Where is he now?
Nasari: He's inspecting the troops stationed near the boarder to Frigonia.
Alys' father: Hmmm...You can never be too careful when it comes to those northerners.
Leorin, who has been sitting next to Nasari, suddenly tugs at her sleeve.
Leorin: Mooom! I'm bored, can I go play?
Nasari: Yes, but don't go too far. Albert, keep an eye on him, will you?
Albert: Yes, my Lady.
Alys' father: How old is the boy now?
Nasari: He'll be six this year.
Alys' mother: I seem to recall you having a daughter, as well?
Nasari: Yes. She's at school, but she'll be home for the holidays.
Alys' father: I take it that the school she's attending is St. Alma's?
Nasari: Naturally.
Alys' mother: Our Alys is about the same age as your daughter, I think. She, too, is at St. Alma's.
Nasari: Hopefully, our daughters get along as well as we do.
Alys' mother: I wouldn't worry about that.
Alys' father: Yes, I'm sure they're the best of friends.
Tuesday, May 12, 2026
Looking out the Last Window of Hotel Dusk
Earlier this year, I decided to dust off my old Nintendo DS and revisit two games I had fond memories of : Hotel Dusk : Room 215 and Last Window: The Secret of Cape West. Last time I played either game was before I started this blog, so I was curious to see how they had held up.
In case you're unfamiliar with them, Hotel Dusk and Last Window are adventure games made by the developer Cing and released in 2007 and 2010 respectively. You play as Kyle Hyde, former NYPD- detective, now a traveling salesman with the company Red Crown.
Kyle is on the hunt for Brian Bradley, his partner from his days at the force, who vanished under dramatic circumstances. As Hotel Dusk begins, Kyle has just checked into Room 215 of the titular building. Soon, our hero will learn that this hotel, located in the middle of nowhere, contain plenty of secrets, some which ties back to Bradley and to the crime syndicate known as Nile...
Last Window is set in 1980, year after the events of Hotel Dusk. Once again, the game takes place entirely within one building: Cape West, the apartment block in which Kyle Hyde lives. Having been fired from his job with Red Crown, Kyle is hired via an anonymous letter to locate the Scarlet Star, a diamond that went missing back when Cape West used to be a hotel. Soon, Kyle's investigation takes on a personal twist, as he learns that the mystery of the missing diamond is tied to the death of his own father...
As is the case with most adventure games, the puzzles in both Hotel Dusk and Last Window vary in terms of difficulty. Some are really easy to figure out. Others, not so much. In particular, there's a puzzle near the end of the second game which had me stumped for the longest time. I must confess that I eventually caved and decided to look up the solution (I'm positive I did the same during my previous play-through).
Both games feature the threat of dying (or at least getting a 'Game Over'). Moreover, in Hotel Dusk there's an item that you need to pick up and if you miss it, you've soft-locked yourself out of the game. Therefore, its recommended that the player switches between the three save-slots available.
In terms of presentation, I don't have much to say. Satoshi Okubo's soundtracks adds to the atmosphere of both games, while Chiharu Sakiyama's character artwork gives them a distinct look, reminiscent of the music video to Take on Me by A-Ha.
More than anything else though, the Kyle Hyde dulogy's greatest strength is undoubtedly its writing, courtesy of one of Cing's co-founders: Rika Suzuki. Szuki's plots are intriguing and filled with twists and turns that would make any mystery-writer proud. Then, there are the characters; Kyle Hyde himself is one of my favorite protagonists in gaming. While, at first, his stand-offish attitude may make him hard to like for some players, the more one learns about him, the easier it becomes to sympathize with the guy. and in both games. This extends to the vast majority of each game's supporting cast. While some characters are going to elicit more sympathy from the player than others, there are a few who can be said to completely without redeeming traits.
Finally, although I am by no means an opponent of emulation (quite the opposite), I do think that both Hotel Dusk and Last Window should be experienced on the original hardware. The Reason for this, is that there are several puzzles that require you to interact with the DS directly; opening and closing it, blowing in the microphone and so on (though if any of my readers, have played the games on an emulator I'd be interested to hear what your experience was and how the aforementioned puzzles were handled).
Sadly, Kyle Hyde's second outing was to be his last, as Cing filed for bankruptcy in 2010, the same year that The Last Window was released. Truly, a shame, but at least we'll always have this duology, which consists of two of the best adventure games I've played.
Saturday, April 4, 2026
Chapter 93
'PS: Make sure to remain on good terms with Ginarcia and one day, We shall reward you by letting you rule over its people, in Our name.'
-Argath I."
The Sound of a gavel striking wood brought an end to an increasingly heated discussion. Every member of the council turned towards the podium and found themselves wilting under the Queen-Mother's stern glare.
Satisfied, the lynx put the sword back in its scabbard.
As soon as Risha had asked that question, she knew the answer:
Thursday, March 26, 2026
Today's Post of Vik's All-Purpose Blog Is Called...
...Bluey!
In case you're not familiar with it, Bluey is an Australian animated children's show created by Joe Brumm, which debuted in 2018. The Show follows its titular character, a six (later seven) year old girl, as well as her family and friends.
Oh, yeah and they're all anthropomorphic dogs.
Over the years, Bluey has received nigh universal praise and going in, I was worried that the show would turn out to be the victim of over-hype. However, having watched every episode that's currently available, I can only join my own voice to the choir.
Bluey's most obvious asset lies in its presentation: Each episode of this show looks and sounds great, with episodes like Sleepytime and Handstand being particular stand-outs. As for the writing, it usually manages to match the visual and soundtrack in quality. Bluey as a show is, at various turns, funny, sweet and genuinely poignant.
Honestly, I struggle to think of anything negative to say about this show. Obviously, not every episode is a winner. For example, the episode called Blue Mountains is an absolute slog, which is impressive in a way, considering that every episode of Bluey (with one notable exception) is less than eight minutes long and some characters leaves me cold (I'm looking at you, Calypso). However, these are minor issues that does not in any significant way take away my enjoyment of Bluey as a whole.
In conclusion, Bluey is a great cartoon. I'm glad I finally decided to watch it.
Thursday, January 8, 2026
An Anniversary
Greetings dear reader and welcome back (or simply welcome if this is your first time here), to a new year of blogging.
This year, marks the tenth anniversary of Tales of Vinoli, which means that this is the longest period of time I've spent writing the same characters. Though one of the characters, Risha, actually predates the serial itself. An earlier version of her appeared in a comic I drew in high-school. Said comic is also where I first used Vinoli as the name for a fictional country. The Idea to the name came from the French science-fiction comic Yoko Tsuno by Roger Leloup, which features a planet called Vinea. I liked the sound of that wanted something similiar, so I replaced the 'ea' with 'oli' et voilá!
Anyway, I shall try to finish the serial itself before another decade has passed. After that, who knows?
I'll see you around.
Saturday, December 6, 2025
Chapter 92
And then what? Outside, there was nothing but water, as far as the eye could see. How far would her wings be able to carry her, before she became too tired and...
Among the items stored in the brig was a crate, which the bat decided to vent her feelings on, by kicking and punching it, all while screaming one word over and over again:
Tuesday, October 7, 2025
Kamen Rider Black
Created by legendary manga-artist Shotaro Ishinomori, the Kamen Rider franchise has been a staple of Japanese popular culture since the early 70s. As for me, my introduction to Kamen Rider came with its 26th series, Kamen Rider Gaim. I remember liking Gaim, but despite my positive opinion of it, it remained my only Kamen Rider series for many years.
Until now, that is. A few months ago, I decided, on a whim, to delve deeper into the franchise. For my second Kamen Rider series, I chose one of considerably older vintage: 1987's Kamen Rider Black.
Directed by Yoshiaki Kobayashi and written by Shozo Uheara (episodes 1-12) and Noboru Sugimura (ep. 13-51), Kamen Rider Black tells the story of Kotaro Minami and Nobuhiko Akazuki, foster-brothers who find themselves on opposite sides in the never-ending battle between good and evil. In this case, evil is represented by Gorgom, a sinister cult bent on world domination. Kotaro is the titular Kamen Rider Black (a.ka. Black Sun) and the only one who can put a stop to Gorgom's plans. Nobuhiko, meanwhile is Gorgom's champion: Shadow Moon.
I knew going in to Kamen Rider Black that it's one of the most popular and revered entries in the franchise, having received not only a direct sequel series, Kamen Rider Black RX, but a re-imagining called Kamen Rider Black Sun, which came out as recently as 2022. That's not even going into the spinoff movies, or the manga drawn by Ishinomori.
Ignoring all of that, what did I think of Kamen Rider Black?
Kamen Rider Black definitely makes a great first impression. Unfortunately, after a stretch of genuinely compelling episodes, the show settles down for a series of monster-of-the-week episodes, most of which aren't terribly interesting, to be honest. In the process, the show also loses the foreboding atmosphere that marked the early episodes and which was one of its strengths. Thankfully, with the appearance of Shadow Moon, Kamen Rider Black begins to regain its initial promise and the series eventually comes to a satisfying (and appropriately somber) conclusion.
Character-wise, Kotaro is a likable hero, who's easy to root for, while Shadow Moon makes for a really cool and suitably menacing villain. Both are engaging characters, which is fortunate since most of the supporting cast tend to be either bland or underutilized. A notable exception is whale mutant, one of Gorgom's monsters who ends up turning on his masters and becoming an ally of Kotaro's. Sword Saint Bilgenia, although over-shadowed by Shadow Moon still makes for a pretty solid villain in his own right.
At the end of the day, even though its weaknesses are prominent enough that I can't consider Kamen Rider Black a great show as a whole, it has its moments and those moments are enough to make my overall opinion of it, a positive one.
Henshin!
Saturday, August 16, 2025
Augustus
Are you familiar with John Williams
No, not the composer. I'm talking about the author of the same name.
During his lifetime, Williams wrote four novels, three of which are today considered classics of 20th Century American literature. Augustus, which I recently re-read, being one of them.
Originally published in 1972, Augustus was to be Williams' final novel. In it, the author takes us back in time to ancient Rome. The Augustus of the title is, of course, none other than Augustus Caesar, though when the novel begins, he's only a shy and scholarly youth named Octavian. It's not long, however, before the murder of his great-uncle, Julius Caesar, has put Octavian on the path which will make him the first Emperor of Rome.
Augustus is an epistolary novel, meaning (for those of you who don't know) that its plot is told mainly via letters that the characters write to each other. It should be noted that although he's the central character, Octavian's perspective is kept from the reader until the last portion of the novel. For the majority of Augustus, the Emperor is seen through the eyes of those around him, whether family, friends or enemies.
While each of Williams' three major novels are well worth reading, I have to single out Augustus as my personal favorite. It's a masterpiece of historical fiction that deserves to be mentioned in the same breath as other novels focusing on Roman Emperors, such as Graves' I, Claudius and Yourcenar's Memories of Hadrian.
Highly recommended.
Tuesday, June 3, 2025
Chapter 91
"Indeed" her husband agreed. "One can't help but be a bit jealous."
It did not take long, however, for the initial surprise to fade and give way to frustration. Of all the evenings he could have picked to relax his discipline, it had to have been this one!
"Sweetie, get your coat. We're going out."
Thursday, March 6, 2025
Chapter 90
Nasari was awakened two hours past midnight.
Still half asleep, she got out of bed, walked over to the ornately decorated cradle and reached inside it.
I thought I was done with this, the black cat thought.
Of course, it would have been one thing if the baby she was now feeding from a bottle had been hers, but, he wasn't...
****
"Ah, Nasari. Good of you to come, have a seat."
It was earlier that same day. Argath had summoned Nasari to her bed-chamber, where the former was recuperating from the ordeal of child-birth.
"Thank you, I'd rather stand" Nasari replied, glancing at the wicker-chair the Queen gestured at.
"Suit yourself. You know, Nasari now that We have become a parent ourselves, We feel a certain kinship between all the mothers in Our Kingdom. Including you."
"That's nice" Nasari replied, halfheartedly. Get to the Point, she thought.
"Isn't it? Unfortunately, as you may know, being Queen is a full-time job. As such, We have no time for child-rearing. We need a wet-nurse for the Inheritor to Our throne."
Having said this, Argath turned to Argeron the younger who was sleeping soundly next to her and lightly brushed his cheek with her fingers.
"Let me guess" Nasari said, "you want me to do it."
Mentally, she calculated how long it would take a baby-dragon to grow up. The Answer she arrived at was not encouraging.
"Why not? You have the experience and who knows? It may fill the void after...what were their names again? Oh, yes, Risha and Leorin."
Nasari's ears flattened against the back of her head, she forced them back in position.
"Your Majesty seems to think that my children are no longer in this World" she said, a slight tremor in her voice. "I know that is not so and if it was, nothing could fill the void left after them."
"In other words, you reject the honor We wish to bestow on you?"
"I do. Now, if you'd excuse me..."
"We'd reconsider if We were you."
Argath's response took Nasari by surprise. She had expected the dragon to spit fire, both metaphorically and literally, but instead, Argath remained calm.
This did not make Nasari feel at ease. If asked, she would have preferred an outburst. What could the Queen have up her sleeve?
Let me think, we're both of us aware any threats to my person would be hollow. She needs me alive to be assured of Jer's co-operation. Is she going to offer me something? But the only thing I want from her is something that she won't give. What then? What else do you have on me, you cursed tyrant? You...
The Realization struck Nasari like a blow. Argath would not hurt her, but the one person in the palace she cared about? That was a different story.
After all, she's not indispensable.
"Very well" she said, staring down at the carpet, so that she would not have to look at Argath's face. "I will do as you wish."
As if on cue, the heir to the Vinolian throne woke up and, having looked around, decided to voice his displeasure in the only way children his age know how.
Wednesday, December 25, 2024
Chapter 89
Upon returning to the Ginarcian palace Risha found the rooms that were currently at the disposal of Merees and herself (though mostly Merees), empty.
This did not surprise the lynx. Shortly before she had left for her rendez-vous with Bik, a servant had showed up with an invitation from the Queen-Mother to her Vinolian kinswoman, to sit in on the Council meeting that was about to commence soon.
Evidently, the meeting was still in session and so, Risha went over to a bookshelf to see if she could find something that would help her pass the time until Merees' return.
Having found a book whose title seemed promising, she sat down with it in an armchair and began to read...
****
Risha's slumber was disturbed by the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. She opened her eyes and sat up, just as Merees stepped inside.
"Welcome back" she yawned.
"Thanks", the Princess replied. "Same to you."
Her eyes were drawn to the book which had slipped out of Risha's paws and was lying spread-eagle on the floor. She picked it up and looked at the cover.
"Any good?" She asked.
"It's great for curing insomnia. More importantly, how did the meeting go? Has the Council made its decision?"
Merees put the book down on a nearby table and shook her head.
"I'm afraid not. Turns out that the actual voting will take place during the next meeting."
Risha rolled her eyes.
"That's great. So, when's the next meeting?"
"It hasn't been decided. Hopefully, soon. Oh, but I almost forgot: How did things go on your end. Any luck?"
In response, Risha reached into her money-pouch and took out the message, which she handed to Merees.
As the dragon read the message, the corners of her mouth moved upward and her eyes began to shine with excitement.
"This will be a great help. Oh, Risha, you're the best!"
With those words, the Princess threw her arms around her paramour's shoulders and kissed her passionately.
****
In Eramus' cabin, the bat was only one surprised by Leorin's reaction
"Why?" She asked, with a confused look on her face.
Sara took a step forward.
"You want to know why?" She said in a fierce tone "I'll tell you why. It's because the lynx you said had killed your brother, is his sister."
The Bat's eyes grew in size.
"Sister?"
"That's right and Risha would never attack someone without reason, which means that you and your brother attacked them first!"
"N-no" the bat protested. She turned towards the others, but could tell from a glance that there was no sympathy to be found there.
Eramus and Rufus exchanged looks.
"Rufus, I believe it would be best to have our stowaway confined to the brig until we reach the next port."
"Agreed."
The Bat offered no resistance as the fox escorted her out of the cabin. On deck, they saw Leorin staring out at the ocean. The Bat cried out his name.
He did not answer.
Monday, November 4, 2024
A Brief Post on Lord Dunsany
Lord Dunsany is one of those authors I've known about for a long time, without having read any of their works. However, recently, I decided that it was high time I rectified this and so, I read two of his novels: The King of Elfland's Daughter and The Charwoman's Shadow, as well as the short-story collection The Sword of Welleran and Other Stories.
In case you've never heard of him, Edward Plunkett, more commonly known as Lord Dunsany was a British writer, who was incredibly influential when it comes to defining what we now call the 'fantasy' genre. A list of his admirers reads like a who's who of authors of fantastic literature: Tolkien, Lovecraft, Borges, Gaiman and many others. As such, I went into some work with certain expectations.
I will say that, as much as I enjoyed the two novels (especially The Charwoman's Shadow), its his short-stories that, in my opinion, shows Lord Dunsany at his best. This is, because as a writer, Lord Dunsany is clearly less concerned with things like plot and characterization, than he is with atmosphere and imagery, an approach which suits the short-story format best.
The Stories found within The Sword of Welleran are of consistently high quality, without a single dud to be found. However, if I had to pick just one story, it would have to be The Fortress Unvanquishable Save For Sacnoth. What sounds on paper like the most basic fantasy story imaginable (young hero + magic sword + evil sorcerer) becomes something truly fantastic, thanks to Lord Dunsany's rich, evocative prose (seriously, this story and all the other beg to be read aloud).
If you have an interest in fantasy literature and have yet to read anything by Lord Dunsany, you definitely should. Not only is his influence on the genre undeniable, but perhaps more importantly, he was a wonderful storyteller. I'm looking forward to perusing more of his work in the future.
Friday, September 27, 2024
Chapter 88
Well, this is unexpected, Leorin thought.
He looked at the bat, who had wrapped her wings around her and stared back at him, her teeth bared.
Leorin took a step forward. Immediately, the bat hissed.
"Don't worry" Leorin said, softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. Not unless you try to hurt me first, but you won't do that. Right?"
The Bat glanced at the sword the cat held in one paw and quickly shook her head.
"Good" Leorin said, lowering the sword. No use telling her that it's only a prop.
"By the way, my name's Leorin. What's yours?"
"N...ame?" The Bat pronounced the word as though she had never heard it before. "No name" she said, shaking her head once more.
Her answer puzzled Leorin. No name? What could she mean by that? He was just about to ask, when a new thought entered his head.
"Listen", he said, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "How would you like to go up on deck? Don't worry" he added, upon seeing the wary look on the bat's face. "Everybody's asleep. It's perfectly safe."
The Bat kept glaring warily at Leorin. He seemed honest and it was true that he had shown her kindness, the first person to do since she had left her home. Besides, it would be nice to stretch her wings. Having made up her mind, she descended from the crate and took the paw the cat held out to her.
On deck, Leorin watched as the bat climbed onto the railing and from there, launched herself in the air. From there, she circled the top of the mast a few times, before landing next to him.
"Is flying as fun as it looks like?" He asked.
"Yes, very fun" the bat replied eagerly.
"I wish I could do it" Leorin sighed, gazing whistfully up at the starry sky.
*****
In the cabin, Sara was suddenly awakened by the call of nature. Having answered it, she noticed that she had almost filled the chamber-pot and so, she went out on deck, carrying it with her. As the porcupine emptied the chamber-pot over the railing, she saw something that caused her to drop it overboard. Sara heard the splash, but otherwise paid no attention to the lost chamber-pot; her attention was focused on what was happening above her. There was only one thing to do: Having filled her lungs, she began calling for help, as loudly as she could.
When the bat had impulsively carried him into the sky, Leorin had shut his eyes tight. He soon opened them though and the fear he had initially felt was transformed into awe. Mouth agape, Leorin stared at the vast ocean which spread itself out below him. So, this was what it was like to fly.
Suddenly, both the cat and the bat's ears picked up the sound of Sara's voice. Both of them looked down at the deck, on which several members of the troupe had gathered. Leorin was about to suggest that they land, but to his surprise, the bat turned around in the opposite direction of the ship.
Realizing that the bat would never be able to reach land while carrying him, Leorin tried reasoning with her:
"Don't be afraid" he said. "Everyone down there is really nice. I'll explain everything to them."
The Bat stopped, Leorin could almost hear the wheels in her head turning.
"You promise?" She asked, eventually.
"I promise."
On deck, Sara tugged on Rufus' sleeve.
"We have to save Leorin!" She said, in a voice made shrill by anxiety. "Do something!"
"Fetch a musket!" The Fox ordered one of the stage-hands, "and you two, put a lifeboat in the water. Hurry!"
"Hold on a second, Rufus" Eramus said, holding up a wrinkled hand. "I don't think any of that will be necessary. See?"
*****
As the rest of the troupe caught up on their interrupted sleep, an impromptu meeting took place in Eramus' cabin. Present at that meeting was the troupe's management, its two youngest members and the newly discovered stowaway.
"Now then, young lady" Eramus said in a fatherly tone. "Why don't you start by telling us your name?"
Before the bat could answer, Leorin intervened.
"Excuse me Eramus. I asked her before and she does not know. I think she's lost her memory."
The Bat shook her head.
"Not true" she protested. "Memory fine. Don't have a name."
She then revealed where she had come from: She had lived on an island, alongside many others of her kind. None of them had names, for they all knew who they were. They lived a peaceful life, with the island providing them with everything they needed.
Then, one day, strangers had come to the island. Strangers with evil intentions. Two of them had even murdered the bat's much cherished brother. Eventually, the strangers had been driven off, but the bat could not forget what they had done and so, she had left her home, with the intention of tracking down her brother's killers and avenge his death.
The Members of the troupe listened attentively to the bat's tale, none more so than Leorin.
"This would make for a great play, don't you think?" He whispered to Sara.
The Porcupine, who had spent the meeting with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face, did not respond. Instead, she turned to the bat:
"The Ones who killed your brother, what sort of creatures were they?" She asked.
"What does that matter?" Leorin asked, his voice sharp "Don't you believe her?"
"No, I don't!" Sara snapped back at him. "Why are you defending her anyway?" As soon as she had asked that question, a possible answer came into her head.
"I see" she said, smirking. "She's really got you wrapped around her fingers, hasn't she?"
"Why, you..." Gritting his teeth, Leorin unsheathed his claws, while Sara raised her quills. A brawl between the two seemed inevitable, when a particular sound reached their ears. Turning their heads, they saw Eramus, tapping the floor with his cane.
Griselda took the opportunity to step between the quarrelers.
"That's quite enough you two" she said sternly. "If the two of you can't act civil to one another, there's the door."
Grumbling in unison, Leorin and Sara moved to separate corners of the cabin.
"Sara does make a good point" said Rufus to Eramus.
"She does" the faunus agreed. "Young lady, I would like you to answer Sara's question."
"If she can" the porcupine muttered under her breath.
"I no lie!" The Bat protested indignantly. She then proceeded to describe her brother's killers. However, she had barely finished the description of one of them, when she was interrupted:
"No!"
"What you mean, 'no'?" The Bat demanded, feeling both surprised and angered at this.
Leorin did not answer. Instead, he rushed out of the cabin, slamming the door behind him.
Tuesday, August 20, 2024
Chapter 87
Excluding the diplomats, senior and junior alike, the Vinolian embassy in Ginarcia employed a sizable staff. Most of its members are of no interest to our chronicle, with the exception of a lamb, named Bik.
Not far from the embassy laid a tavern, which had become a regular water-hole for those working at the former. One day, after work, Bik went there, as he had done many times before. He found the tavern more full than usual, and among its customers were several faces he did not recognize.
Bik did not mind the presence of strangers, per se. After all, its not as if he and his colleagues had exclusive rights to the tavern. However, he did not notice that all the tables (including his favorite) seemed to be occupied. This bothered him, because he had planned to eat and did not want to do so standing at the bar. Unfortunately, it seemed as if he had no alternative. He went up to the innkeeper, who greeted him by name and asked how things were at work, to which Bik answered that things were fine, thank you.
"You're sure there's no table available?" He asked, just to be on the safe side.
The Innkeeper shook his head.
Just then, one of the strangers, a mountain lion, came up to the bar.
"Excuse me" he said. "I couldn't help but overhearing, if its a table you want, then you're welcome to join me and my friends at our. Though its a bit cramped."
Having made this offer, which the lamb gladly accepted, the mountain lion turned to the innkeeper.
"Next round's on me" he announced.
These words were met with loud approval from the tavern's patrons.
Having demonstrated his generosity once more, the mountain lion escorted Bik to the offered table. Soon after, a waitress came and took his order. As Bik ate, the mountain-lion, who presented himself as Kyros asked the lamb several questions about himself. Bik, flattered by the older male's interest, was more than happy to answer them.
"So, you like to play Xecho, eh?" Kyros asked.
"Oh, yes" Bik nodded eagerly. "It's my favorite game. I'm quite good at it, if I may say so. Do you play?"
"I'm afraid not, but my friend here does." Said friend being the female lynx who was seated opposite of the two men. Bik had not really noticed her before (she seemed to be around his own age and was good looking enough, he supposed), but now he looked at her with increased interest.
"In that case, would you care to join me for a game, Miss? The Innkeeper keeps a set at his tavern that he lends out to anyone who's interested."
The Lynx agreed and, once he had finished his meal, Bik signaled for a waitress to clear away his plate. He then went up to the bar and after a quick chat with the innkeeper, returned carrying the game.
"I'm afraid I won't be a very satisfying opponent" the lynx said, as she helped Bik set up the board. "It's been some time since I've played last and I'm pretty rusty."
"No matter" Bik said, "we can just play for the fun of it."
And so, the game began. It ended after twenty minutes, with the lamb as the winner.
"Told you" the lynx said, smiling apologetically.
"Oh, you did not do so badly" Bik assured her. "Shall we play again?"
"Yes, but this time, let us play for real."
"You mean for cash? Are you sure?"
"I am, but perhaps you're afraid that I'll beat you?"
The Question nearly caused Bik to burst out in laughter. At the last second, he managed to control himself.
"How much do we bet?" He asked.
"How about everything we have in our purses? Excluding what we owe for food and drink, of course."
"Sounds good to me."
As the second round went on, Bik noticed a notable improvement in his opponent's play. Before long, he found himself, much to his surprise, on the defensive; forced to protect his own pieces, rather than capturing his adversary's.
"I win!" The Lynx exclaimed, after nearly an hour had passed. Much to Bik's surprise.
Bik was now faced with two options: His first was to congratulate the lynx, pay the innkeeper with what he had left and go home. This would have been the sensible thing to do, and deep down Bik himself knew it. And yet, it was not the one he chose.
"Wait!" He said, grabbing the lynx's wrist, just as she was about to take, what had recently been his money, from the table.
The Lynx gave Bik a hard look.
"Sir" she said, "you had best let go, or you'll regret it."
Quickly, Bik obeyed.
"I...I'm sorry" he stammered. "I didn't mean to...Look, you have to give me a chance to win back what I've lost. Please."
"But you have nothing more to gamble with" the lynx said, while nonchalantly flipping a bronze coin.
"I'll write you an I.O.U." Bik replied. "Double or nothing. No, triple."
"Triple or nothing?" The Lynx's tufted ears perked up. "Very well, I accept."
Pen and paper was brought and Bik wrote down the new amount, as well as his name. By now, Bik had regained some of his confidence. There was no way this lynx could beat him twice, right? It must have been a fluke. Still, best not to be too careless.
With this in mind, Bik played more carefully than he had done previously. At first, his new strategy served him well and it seemed that he would get revenge for his previous defeat. By now, the game was being watched intently by Kyros and the others. Bik did not mind this, let them bear witness to his triumph.
The Lamb was already savoring the sweet taste of victory, when he noticed a gap in his defense. Worse, the lynx had noticed is well and before Bik could rectify this, she had made her move.
That was the beginning of the end. With his heart quickening, Bik scrambled to regain his advantage, but his efforts, though valiant, were ultimately fruitless.
Bik gazed blankly at the board. Up until now, there had only been one person who had beaten him in a game of Xecho. His uncle, who had taught him the game in the first place. He could scarcely believe that this lynx had beaten him, twice. And yet, the proof of his defeat was there, staring him in the face.
"Well, Risha, it looks like you've fleeced our new friend here good."
This remark provoked a general eruption of merriment . Aside from Bik, the only ones who did not join in, were Kyros and the person to whom it had been addressed.
The Laughter added to the humiliation Bik sensed, causing ears and face to burn red. It also reminded him of the money he now owed the lynx (more than a month's salary) and the worst thing was that he had no-one to blame but himself.
How could I have been so...so stupid.
Suddenly, he became aware that the lynx was looking at him.
"I'll honor my debt" he muttered, in a surly tone. "Don't worry."
"Actually" she said, "I want to talk to you. In private."
She rose and gestured for Bik to follow her, which he did. To his surprise, the lynx led him upstairs to where the guest-rooms were located. She opened a door and, once the two of them stepped inside.
"There is another way for you to pay your debt" the lynx said, once she had shut the door. "One that won't cost you a single bronze."
Bik looked around the sparsely furnished chamber, his eyes landing on the narrow bed.
What? Right here, right now?
"I see" he said, and began to undo his belt.
"Oh, keep your pants on" the lynx snapped, irritably. "Listen, you work at the Vinolian embassy's mail-room. Right?"
"Um, yes" Bik said, feeling a bit disappointed. "I sort the mail. Well, not by myself. There are..."
"Yes, yes" the lynx brusquely cut him off. "There's a way for you or your colleagues to recognize which incoming mail are important, without opening them, right?"
"There is". Bik's answer came hesitantly. He was beginning to see what the lynx wanted from him and he did not like it.
"Good. Now, here's what I want you to do..."
****
Next afternoon, Bik left the embassy as usual, but, instead of heading for the tavern, he went into a nearby alley, where the lynx waited for him.
"Well?" She asked.
Stepping closer, Bik dropped an object into the lynx's outstretched paw. It was a small piece of parchment, rolled up and held together with a red seal.
"This was the only urgent message we got today" the lamb said. "Are we done?"
The Lynx shrugged.
"Depends on whether or not its the message I want."
"And if not?"
"Than we'll do this again, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, until..."
"You know, I took a risk smuggling that message out", Bik cut her off. "If I'm discovered..." He shook his head. "You are the worst person I've met", he finished.
The Lynx did not pay any attention to Bik. She had broken the seal and was unrolling the message. Having read it, she took out the IOU. and began ripping it to shreds.
As he watched the IOU turn into confetti, Bik felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Tears of relief came into his eyes.
"We're done here" the lynx said. "Oh, one last thing..."
Bik was just about to leave, but something in the lynx's voice made him stay.
"I hope that I'm the worst person you'll ever meet. That's all."
And with those words, the lynx walked past Bik. For a moment, he stood there, watching her back, wondering where she was going. Then, he left too. In the opposite direction.
Friday, June 14, 2024
Chapter 86
"Stop telling me to push you hag!! What do you think I'm doing?!!!"
The Goat midwife, known to be the best in all Vinoli, did not flinch at the insult that Argath had just thrown her way. Nor did she take any notice of the dragon-Queen's features, made horrible by pain and anger. Instead, she simply nodded and crouched down between her patient's legs.
"That's it, Your Majesty" she said, encouragingly. "Keep going."
"Arghh!!!"
As she struggled to vacate from her body the life that had been steadily growing in it and was about to burst into the World, several thoughts went through Argath's head:
This is worse than any form of torture I could ever devise. To think that some women go through this more than once.
"Ngaaa!!
How long has this been going on? It feels like an eternity.
What if something goes wrong? What if this damn thing ends up killing me? It happened to my own mother. No! I don't want to die! Not this way. I want to live and rule.
"Almost there, Your Majesty. A bit more effort."
Damn you, Faljan, if you had belonged to an egg-lying species than I would not have to suffer like this...
*****
Multi-colored blobs danced in front of Argath's eyes and gradually turned into people. One of them was the midwife, cradling a tiny bundle. She raised an arm and pointed at it.
"Is that...?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. This is your son."
"Bring him here. We wish to examine him closer."
The Midwife took a step forward and held out the infant for his mother to observe. Argath looked at her child and saw herself in her tiny features. With the exception of the eyes, which was the color of his father's. She nodded in approval.
"Do you wish to hold him, Your Majesty?"
"No. You may show him to the Royal Consort and the others. Oh, and tell them that a name have already been decided."
"What name?"
"Had the child been female, it would have carried Our name. However, since that is not the case, it shall have the name of the best male We have ever known."
And so, later day the citizens of the capital (and soon all the land) were greeted with the news that an heir to the thrones of Vinoli, Frigonia and Guanaca had been born and had been given the name Argeron.
****
Around this time, the Eramus Troupe, having fulfilled the obligation of their contract, had once again, set sail. At the moment, the Troupe had cast anchor in a harbor to restock on provisions.
"I can't wait to see Luke and Amelia again" Leorin said, as he and Sara strolled through the bazaar. "It's been years."
"You'll have to wait" said the porcupine. "We still have weeks at sea ahead of us, and that's if the winds are favorable."
"True" Leorin agreed. "It's too bad that..."
"Eeeee!!!"
Both Leorin and Sara turned in the direction that the piercing shriek had come from. A youthful female bat was struggling in the grip of a fruit-seller.
"You hurt me!" She whined. "Let go!"
"Thought you could steal from me, did you?" Growled the big ape, baring a row of jaundiced teeth. "You'll soon find out what happens to thieves in the city" he added, tightening his grip around the shoplifter's wrists.
It was then that Leorin stepped forward, stirred to pity by the bat's appearance; by her unwashed fur and the rags covering her bony limbs.
"Excuse me" he said. "I'll pay for whatever she took. What was it?"
Surprised that anyone would come to the rescue of this nefarious fruit-thief, the vendor could only stare slack-jawed at the person before him.
"A mango" he said, eventually. "Fifteen bronze."
"Here's your money" said Leorin, as he put down the requested sum in the simian's outstretched paw. "Now, let her go."
The Vendor did so, and Leorin took a mango from the stall and held it out to the bat, who was eyeing him guardedly.
"Go ahead" the cat smiled. "It's yours now."
After a moment's hesitation, the bat quickly snatched the offered fruit and, without a word, leaped into the air and flew away, holding the mango close to her chest.
"You're welcome!" Sara called out after her. "The Nerve of some people" she muttered, biting her lip in dismay.
"Aw, it doesn't matter" Leorin said, goodhumoredly.
He then asked Sara if she, too was getting hungry. She answered in the affirmative and the couple went in search for something to eat.
****
That evening, Leorin could not sleep. For some reason, he kept thinking of the girl he had saved. Not that he was in love with her, Leo was fairly certain that was not the case, but he did find her intriguing. Perhaps he and Sara could use her as a character in their next play? He'd have to discuss with her.
Quietly, so as not to wake Sara, he left the cabin and went out on deck. There, another member of the troupe was keeping watch.
"Trouble sleeping?" He asked Leorin and the younger male confirmed that it was so.
"In that case, perhaps you could..." The Other began.
"Sure, I'll take your shift."
The Other offered Leorin his thanks and went off to bed. Left alone on the deck, the black cat gazed up at the moon, while a light breeze tugged on his nightshirt.
Leorin's contemplating was suddenly disturbed by a sound. It came from somewhere in the ship's hold and at first, it made its sole listener frown in puzzlement. Surely, he must have misheard? No, though faint, it was unmistakably the sound of someone chewing.
Who could this someone be? Probably not one of the troupe, which left one alternative: A stow-away.
Whoever's down there might be dangerous, Leorin thought. I should alert the others? No, wait, what if I'm wrong? I'd never hear the end of it. Besides, I'm almost an adult. I'll deal with this myself.
Having made up his mind, Leorin climbed down into the hold. There, he took from a nearby box, a sword. One used only for playacting, but which looked real enough to an untrained eye.
Thus armed (so to speak), he ventured deeper into the hold, while taking care not to step on any planks whose sound would give him away. Soon, he came up behind a hunched figure wrapped in a tarp. With one quick move, Leorin grabbed the tarp and pulled it away. Surprised, the stowaway turned around and Risha's brother found himself face to face with the person who had kept him awake.
Monday, May 27, 2024
Chapter 85
The Sudden tapping on her shoulder caused Risha's fur to stand on end. Cursing herself for not paying more attention, she turned around and was relieved to find that the person who had surprised her was none other than Merees.
"Damn it, Mer" Risha hissed. "You nearly scared the crap out of me."
Merees was about to apologize, when she noticed that Risha was gesturing for her to both get down and be quiet. She obeyed both instructions.
Just then, the two of them could hear the sound of a chair being pulled out and someone rising from it. The Lynx and the dragon both looked at each other and then, quickly crept around the corner of the building. They had barely done so, when the door opened and Grahm stepped outside. The Weasel looked in each direction, shrugged and went back inside.
"I'm sorry, hon" Merees said, once she and Risha had made enough distance between themselves and the pavilion. "I guess I ruined your eaves-dropping."
"It's fine" Risha said. "I think I had heard enough."
Merees gave Risha a searching look.
"The People you were spying on" she said, rubbing her chin. "They wouldn't happen to be countrymen of ours, would they?"
"I'm afraid so and they know that you're here."
"I see. I suppose my presence being discovered was inevitable. Although, I would have preferred if it had happened later rather than sooner. What else do they know?"
"Nothing" Risha said. "That's it."
She proceeded to tell Merees about her encounter with Alys, as well as what she had learnt from her snooping. As she did this, a thought came to her. It was the kind of thought that furrowed the lynx's brow and made her bite down on her lower lip.
"Something wrong, Risha?" Merees asked with concern.
"It's the Vinolians. What if they make an attempt on your life while we're here?"
Having made sure that there were no prying eyes about, Merees touched Risha's lips with her own.
"Don't worry" she said. "I am still their Princess, after all. I doubt that they will act against me on their own volition. Of course," she continued after a brief pause. "Most likely the Ambassador has sent word to Argath that I'm here and are awaiting her response."
"Then we have to make sure he does not get it". As she uttered this simple statement of fact, Risha traded the expression of worry she had worn, for one of determination.
****
Jeraddin was in the garden, practicing his swordsmanship on a training dummy, when he became increasingly aware that he was being observed.
"Yes, Flora?" He asked, without stopping what he was doing. "What is it?"
Flora was glad that her employer still had his back to her, so that he could not see her blushing. The Hedgehog had spent a minute drinking in the sight of Jeraddin's broad shoulders and chest, both of which were on full display. Her eyes had also wandered downwards, past the lynx's belly button, as she fantasized about the part of his anatomy that remained concealed by clothing; imagining its length, its girth and how it would feel in her paws, in her..."
With supreme effort, Flora banished these thoughts to deep recesses of her mind, to be plucked out and mulled over when she was alone.
"There's a message for you, Sir" she said, stepping onto the lawn. "Bearing the Royal seal."
Jeraddin lowered his blade and took the letter his housekeeper handed to him.
"Flora" he said, having skimmed over the contents of the letter. "Be so kind as to fetch me some water and a towel and take out a new pair of clothes. Thank you."
****
Jeraddin had barely set foot inside the palace when he realized that something was happening. In the hallways, people from all rungs on the social ladder huddled together in small groups and talked in hushed tones to each other. The General was about to ask what was going on, when his ears and those of everyone else, were assaulted by a woman screaming.
Ah, he thought to himself. So, that's what's happening.
Knowing what he now knew, Jeraddin was not surprised when he was shown into Argath's study and found that it was occupied, not by the Queen herself, but her right-paw.
Lorenzo was standing with his back to Jeraddin, busily feeding something into the lit fireplace. On a nearby table laid two stacks of some kind of pamphlet. Looking closer, Jeraddin noticed a name written on them:
Cornelius.
Quickly, the lynx snatched up one of the pamphlets and hid it in his coat. Having done this, he cleared he knocked on the table and got the satisfaction of seeing Lorenzo make a little jump, before turning around.
For a moment, the fox stared at Jeraddin with his solitary eye, then his face was split by a grin.
"Ah, General Jerradin" he said. "Good of you to arrive so promptly."
"What does Argath want from me now?" Jeraddin asked, not returning the smile.
"Her Majesty is sending you to Frigonia. Apparently, there's unrest brewing there and the Governor has requested your aid in dealing with it.
"I see."
Jeraddin was about to leave, when Lorenzo told him to stay.
"There's another reason why you were sent for" the fox said.
"Which is?"
"Since its size have grown exponentially in recent years, the Queen have decided that management of her army is too heavy a burden to be laid on only one person. So, beginning with your return from Frigonia, you will be sharing your power with two other Generals."
"Both of whom are handpicked by Argath herself, I assume?"
"Correct. That's all, General, good luck in Frigonia."
Having left the study, Jeraddin went in search for Nasari, to tell her the news. While looking for her, he came across Faljan, who was pacing nervously back and forth. For a moment, Jeraddin considered congratulating the Royal Consort on his imminent fatherhood, but decided against it and simply greeted him with a respectful bow.
Poor fellow, he thought,having taken his leave of the fennec. He must know that his life hangs by a thread.
Saturday, May 25, 2024
2014-2024
Going through the archive I realized that this year marks the 10-year anniversary of Vik's All Purpose Blog (if we're going to be pedantic, it turned ten on May 5th, so that's when this post should have been made. Still, better late than never and besides, I doubt anyone noticed but me).
You may think I'm being presumptuous and silly, but I can't help but feel a modicum of pride knowing that I've kept this blog going for this blog for a decade (even if I feel I don't update as often as I perhaps ought to). I realize that, as far as accomplishments go, it's not terrible impressive. Still, it's better than nothing.
Anyway, I'd like to thank anyone who has ever read what I've written. Whether you stopped by once, came to the conclusion that I was a fucking moron and left vowing to never return, or are a recurring visitor (some of you must exist), you have my gratitude for giving my writings your time and attention.
Thank you.
Monday, April 22, 2024
The Visitor Revisited
Author's Note: Decided to do a new version of one of my old stories. This is the result.
A few hours journey away from the Vinolian capital lies an estate of reasonable size. At the time of our story, it belonged to an iguana named Maja.
Maja was a widow, her husband, a fellow reptilian by the name of Manfred had died six years earlier, under circumstances which will be revealed later in our story. Leaving Maja to raise their son, Felix (who was two at the time) by herself.
Aside from Maja and Felix, the household also consisted of a handful of servants, as well as a private tutor.
In his second year, Felix was almost carried away by an illness. His health had been a constant source of worry for his mother, ever since.
A few words about Manfred. Maja had first met her late husband in one of the capital's bookstores. Both of them had reached for the same book, their eyes had met and a spark had been struck between them. A tiny spark, yes, but one that would grow brighter with subsequent meetings.
On this day, Maja was sunbathing on her veranda, while Felix played in the garden. She had almost fallen asleep, when she was woken up by her son's voice.
"Mom! Mom! We have a visitor!"
A visitor? Maja wondered. Who can that be?
She did not need to wonder for long. Following in the heels of her child, was a person Maja had not seen in almost a decade and had thought she would never see again.
"Hello, Maja" Argath said. "It's been a while. Missed me?"
****
Nine years earlier, Maja was sitting on the edge of Argath's bed, after the two of them had finished making love.
"I can't help but notice that you seemed rather preoccupied today" Argath observed. "Is there something on your mind?"
"There is" Maja replied, after a moment's silence. "I've been seeing someone."
"That would explain why I haven't seen much of you lately. Is this person male or female?"
"His name is Manfred. We're getting married, in the spring."
Argath stared at Maja, it was the first time the iguana had seen her at a loss.
"Married..." Argath repeated the word, as if she had never heard it before. "Oh, well" she shrugged, "it's not like it will affect our relationship."
"But it does. Don't you see, Gath, once I'm wed to Manfred, I intend to be faithful to him. That means we can no longer be lovers, but I hope we can still be..."
Maja stopped, the look on Argath's face was unlike any she had seen before.
"Don't say 'friends' the dragon snarled. "Don't you dare."
Maja felt that maybe she had better leave. She stood up and was about to head for the door, when Argath grabbed her by the arm.
"I could kill you" the Crown-Princess' voice was soft as she spoke. "Perhaps I should."
"I'll scream" Maja said, a faint tremor in her voice. She did not try to get free of Argath's grip, knowing that it would be futile "Besides, how will you explain my body?"
Argath shrugged.
"Accidents happen, even in bed."
The Two of them stared at each other. Then, Argath relaxed her grip.
"Go" she whispered in a strained voice. "Get out."
With her heart in her throat, Maja left the chamber on unsteady feet. A few months later, she and Manfred were married. Felix hatched from an egg, half a year into their marriage.
****
Now, it should be mentioned that Manfred's parents had died when he was very young and so, he had been raised by an uncle. Said uncle was an official at the Court and as an adult, Manfred worked for him, which kept him away from home, sometimes for days.
Even so, their marriage was a happy one. Whenever he was home, Manfred did everything to make up for his absence, both to his wife and his son.
Then, one evening, after Felix put to bed, Manfred revealed that he had been chosen to be a part of a diplomatic mission to the Kingdom of Guanaca. The Mission was to be led by Argath.
"And you've accepted?" Maja asked.
"Well, I couldn't exactly refuse a request from the Crown-Princess herself. Besides, it's a great honor to be chosen." Manfred frowned. "I thought you'd be happy for me."
"I am. It's just that, Guanaca is far away. You'll be gone for such a long time."
"I know. If its any consolation, I shall miss you and Felix as much as you'll miss me. Maybe even more."
Maja looked down at her hands.
"How soon are you leaving?" She asked quietly.
"In three days, though I will spend those days with you."
Three days later, Maja stood in the harbor, lifting up Felix so that he could wave good-bye to his father. Neither husband nor wife knew that this was the last time they would see each other.
Why didn't I stop him from leaving? In the years to come, Maja would ask herself that questions many times.
*****
"Go find your tutor, sweetie" Maja said to Felix, who was tugging at her sleeve. "I believe its time for your next lesson."
Felix was about to protest, but something in his mother's voice told him that he had better do as he was told. With a quick bow to their Royal guest, he disappeared behind the house.
"An obedient child. And polite too. You've raised him well."
Maja ignored Argath's comment.
"May I ask, Your Highness, to what we owe the honor of this visit?" She asked, as politely as she was able.
Argath made a careful study of her claws.
"Well, I happened to be in the neighborhood, when I was suddenly overcome by a desire to see you again. It's been so long and during our last time together, I might have overreacted a smidge."
Maja's was aghast. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Overreacted? She thought. That's one way of putting it.
"Since Your Highness is here I wonder if you would humor your subject by granting a request" she said, after a pregnant pause.
"But, of course" Argath beamed. "Your wish is my command. And all I ask in return is that you call me by name, like you used to."
"As you wish....Argath."
Had Argath been feline, she would have purred.
"Like music to my ears. So, what can I do for you?"
"There's a question I want to ask you and I want you to swear that you'll tell me truth."
"Have I ever lied to you? Very well", Argath placed one hand on her chest and raised the other. "On my honor as a Princess, I swear to tell you the truth, cross my heart and hope to die. Is that satisfactory."
"It is."
"Glad to hear it. So, what did you want to ask?"
"Why did you choose Manfred to be part of your mission to Guanaca? I can't think of any reason. Unless..."
"Unless I had an ulterior motive. It's true, I did. My plan was to tell your husband about our relationship and how I would like to rekindle it. I figured that if he was open to it, any qualms you had would melt away like ice in the sun."
"You did, did you?"
"Can you honestly tell me that there haven't been moments during all these years when you missed what we used to have?"
Instead of answering Maja, merely looked away.
"Anyway", Argath continued, "it's not as if I wouldn't have been grateful to Manfred. Quite the opposite, I would have given him anything he wanted. Unfortunately, before I had the opportunity to broach the subject with him in private, he left this World. It was all in that letter I sent you, which I'm sure you still remember."
Of course Maja remembered the letter. It had been written in a dry, impersonal style and the first lines had caused her legs to give out under her.
The Memory of that day made tears come into Maja's eyes. Had she been alone, she would have let them run freely down her cheeks. However, the thought of crying in front of a visitor made her feel embarrassed and so, she wiped them away.
She realized then that Argath was not watching her. Instead, the Crown Princess was looking up at the sky, her hands behind her back.
"Tell me, Maja" she said. "Did you ever suspect me of having a hand in your husband's death?"
After a moment's hesitation, Maja nodded.
"The Thought did occur to me. After all, you did not take me breaking off our relationship very well."
"True. To be fair, you had just ripped out my heart and stomped on it."
Maja rolled her eyes.
"Please, you were with plenty of other girls while the two of us were together."
"Yes, but there's a difference between them and you, Maja."
"Oh? And what difference is that?"
"You're an intelligent woman, you'll figure it out. As for Manfred, I swear that I had nothing to do with his death. What happened to him was an unfortunate accident, nothing more."
"And what would you have done if he had refused your proposition?"
"I guess we'll never know. Though I don't think he would have. I might not have known Manfred as well as you, but I could tell that in some ways, he was a reptile after my own heart."
Maja could not think of anything to say to that and for a moment, silence reigned on the veranda. Eventually, Argath decided to break it:
"Well" she said jovially, while rubbing her hands together. "This has been nice, but I think I've imposed upon you enough. Farewell, Maja. I shall not ask for a good-bye kiss, but I'll gladly accept one if offered."
She looked hopefully at Maja, but received no response. The Iguana was staring down at her feet, evidently deep in thought. Deciding to take the initiative, Argath went up to Maja and kissed her on the cheek.
The Kiss brought Maja back to reality. Blinking a few times, as if newly awakened, she raised her hand to her face and touched the spot that had been in contact with Argath's lips.
Realizing that she was alone on the veranda, the iguana looked around to see where her visitor had gotten to. She soon spotted her, heading towards the gate, her cape fluttering in the breeze.
At first, Maja merely stood there and watched as the distance between her and Argath grew. Then, she called out the dragon's name and, as Argath stopped, Maja hurried down to join her.