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Monday, November 4, 2024

Tales of Vinoli Masterpost

Greetings!

Below you'll find everything pertaining to my on-going web-serial Tales of Vinoli (admittedly not the most creative title, but then, what's in a name?).
Before you click on any of the links, I thought it only fair to make you aware of the following:

Every character in this story is either an anthropomorphic animal, or a creature from mythology/folklore. Humans do not exist in this world.
Secondly, on occasion, these characters indulge in acts that are decidedly Not Safe For Work.

If neither of these things bother you, then its my sincere hope that you'll find what's written here worthy of your time and attention.

Thank you for reading.






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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, in a sharp voice. "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 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.








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.







Sunday, March 17, 2024

Chapter 84

 The Queen-Mother looked with interest at the person who was kneeling in front of her.

"You may rise" she said. "Welcome Genaria, Princess."

"Thank you, Your Majesty" said Merees.

As she got to her feet, the dragon looked up at the Queen-Mother. In her features, she recognized, though faintly, her own mother. Dead long since.

"Call me Isadora" the Queen-Mother replied in a friendly voice. "And I shall call you Merees. No need for formality between relatives, don't you agree?"

"Absoutely, Your...Isadora."

"I must admit, when I woke up this morning, a visit from the daughter of my great-great-aunt and the King of Vinoli was the last thing I expected. Speaking of which, though they come late, allow me to express my condoleances for the death of your father."

Once again, Merees thanked her relative and the Queen-Mother, deciding that it was time to get down to business, asked the Princess for the purpose of her visit.

"Though I'm glad to see you, I doubt you came all this way for a mere social call" she added. "Did Argath send you?"

Merees shook her head.

"No, although she is the reason why I'm here."

One of Isadora's eyebrows moved upward, she gestured for her guest to continue.

Merees inhaled. This was it, the time had come for her to lay her cards on the table.

"Forgive me if this sounds impertinent cousin" she began, "but were you aware that Argath planned on breaking the international treaty concerning Guanaca?"

"No"replied Isadora with emphasis. "When I learned that she had actually wed herself to King Faljan, I was about to send for the Vinolian ambassador and demand an explanation. Before I could, the ambassador himself showed up and requested an audience.

"And what did he say?"

"He was quite distraught. He assured me that he had not had any knowledge of what his Queen was planning, either." 

Isadora paused and let out a sigh.

"Frankly, Merees, I was completely  taken aback. To break a centuries old treaty? I might have expected it from a male, but from one of the few female rulers, beside myself? Even now, part of me still find it hard to believe that your sister would do such a thing."

"Half-sister. Sadly, I can not say that I share your surprise, Isadora. I'm afraid that Argath is capable of much worse"

And so, Merees proceeded to reveal the truth concerning the old King's death. How she had failed to prevent it and, how she, together with a pair of true and loyal friends had fled Vinoli, so as not to meet the same fate as her father.

"I do not ask that you believe my story" the Princess said, when she had finished. "I have no proof to offer that it is true. All I can offer, is my word of honor. As a Princess and as your kinswoman.

"Moreover" she went on. "You may wonder how this concerns you? Isn't her takeover of Guanaca proof that Argath is not content with merely ruling over her own nation? And, with the Desert Kingdom under her control, she will only grow stro...."

Before Merees could finish her sentence, the Queen Mother raised her right paw, indicating that she would speak and that the time had come for her visitor to be silent.

A bit later, Merees left the throne room, with Isadora's words repeating themselves in her ears:

"What you say make a sense. However, I am no dictator, who can declare war on another country as it pleases me. I must convey a meeting with my Council. You will be informed of our decision within the next few days. Until then, you and whoever travels with you, are my guests. And now, I must bid you farewell, dear Merees. It's been a pleasure meeting you."

I suppose all I can do now is wait, Merees thought. Time to reunite with Risha. Hopefully, waiting for me hasn't been too boring for her.

****

Merees did not need to concern herself; bored was the last thing that Risha was. 

Having discreetly followed Alys and Grahm to the Eastern Pavillon, she now crouched outside one of its windows. Though the window was shut, the lynx's fine hearing allowed her to hear what was being said on the other side of it, as though she had been in the room itself.

"I hereby declare this emergency meeting open" said a voice that Risha did not recognize, but realized must belong to her country's Ambassador. "Elro, tell the others what you told me."

"Yes, Your Excellency" an oily voice replied. "I was passing through the corridor outside the throne room, when who should I spot, but none other than our beloved Queen's sister, Princess Merees.."

"Who, fortunately, did not see you"interrupted the Ambassador. "Thank you, Elro, you may sit down."

There was the sound of a chair being pulled out. Then, the Ambassador continued:

"Princess Merees disappeared following the death of the old King. No-one has heard anything of her since then. Until today, that is.

We do not know for what purpose the Princess has come to Genaria and why she has sought an audience with the Queen Mother, but it is something we must find out and soon. Yes, Alys?"

"Just before this meeting I ran into General Jeraddin's daughter. I doubt its a coincidence that she and the Princess are both here at the same time."

"Interesting, and you're acquainted with the lady in question?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, we were at school together. If she is involved in whatever the Princess is plotting, than I'm sure I can lure it out of her."

That's what you think, Risha thought.

Just then, she heard a voice behind her:

"Hey! What are you doing there?!"


Monday, January 29, 2024

Chapter 83

 On the same day that Argath received Cornelius' package, the merchant-ship that her half-sister had been travelling on, finally reached its destination.

"Well, my Lady" the Captain said. "This is where we part ways. I wish you the best of luck."

"The Same to you, Captain" Merees replied. "May all Deities of Sea and Weather look upon your ship with favor."

 She held out a graceful hand, which the Captain took in one of his flippers and kissed.

While the crew unloaded the cargo, the passengers disembarked. Once back on dry land, Kyros, whose wounds were now completely healed, turned to Merees and asked if she had any instructions.

"Find a place where you and your men can set up shop" the dragon said, handing the mountain-lion a pouch filled with coins. "In the meantime, Risha and I will be making a courtesy call at the palace."

As she and Merees trod the cobblestone streets, Risha thought back on what she knew about the country in which they currently found themselves:

Unlike most countries, the people in it worshiped only one deity: The Sun, which they viewed as female and the mother of all. Mothers in general were revered throughout this realm, since the ability to give birth was considered definite proof of the superiority of the female sex.

Makes sense, you may think. So, what about women who were unable to bear children, or choose not to have any? I'm afraid that they were not granted the same respect, with the latter being outright shunned. 

As for women such as Risha herself? The Official policy of the country's government was that they simply did not exist.

Which meant that, as long as they were here, there could be no public displays of affection between Merees and herself, not even something as innocent as holding hands. For the duration of their stay, Risha would play the role of Merees' servant and nothing more.

There were no guards posted outside the palace walls. Instead, the lynx and the dragon found their way barred by an imposing metal gate. Risha went up and knocked on it. Immediately, a hatch slid open and two eyes peered out suspiciously.

"Who goes there?" A  voice demanded. "State your business."

"Tell the Queen Mother that a kinswoman of hers from distant lands seek audience with her!" Merees called out in response.

The hatch shut and, from the other side of the gate, sounds of footsteps retreating could be heard. 

The Minutes crawled past with the speed of an unhurried snail. Then, the gate swung open and a tortoise, carrying a staff taller than himself, appeared.

"The Queen Mother has decided to grant you an audience" announced tortoise . "You may both enter the palace grounds."

"Finally" Risha sighed. "Well, then, take us to your leader."

She took a step forward, only to find her way blocked by the tortoise's staff.

"What's the meaning of this?" Merees asked. "You said..."

"I said that the Queen Mother will see you", replied tortoise. "Alone".

****

While waiting for Merees to return, Risha decided to explore the grounds. She went down a stairway and found herself in the palace garden. As she walked through the garden, occasionally stopping to smell a flower, the lynx's appearance caught the attention of several passers-by. One of them came up and, having introduced himself, asked her, with great politeness, if she wanted to go somewhere private.

Gagging on the inside, Risha, with equal politeness, declined. Then, so as to not arouse any suspicions, she explained that she was engaged and that she would only let her fiance touch her. Hence the short-sword that hung by her side.

After that, she was left in peace.

Feeling thirsty all of a sudden, the lynx stopped and drank from a fountain. As she did, she heard a voice behind her, calling her name. 

Risha's ears twitched and she frowned confusedly. Though unmistakably female, the voice was not Merees', but who else knew she was here? Perhaps she had just misheard?

"Excuse me" the voice insisted. "You are Risha, aren't you? From Vinoli?"

This time, there was no mistaking it. Risha turned around.

Standing in front of her was a ferret, wearing blue dress, decorated with a pin shaped like a dragon's head. A purse hung from a belt around her waist.

I know this, person, Risha thought to herself.

"That's me" she said out-loud, tasking her mind with trying to remember the other's name.

"I knew it!" The Ferret exclaimed giddily. "At first, I thought I was mistaken, but no. Do you remember me, Risha? I'm..."

..."Alys!" Risha's exclaimed, snapping her fingers. "We were at St. Alma's together."

"That's right" Alys said. "It's great to see you again" she added, reaching out and taking Risha's paws in her own.

"Likewise."

Truth be told, Alys' enthusiasm over their reunion left Risha somewhat perplexed. It was true that they had both been at St. Alma's, but they had belonged to different houses and had not had much to do with one another. In fact, their most memorable interaction had been when Alys had made a comment about Risha when the latter had been within earshot. As a consequence of that comment, the lynx had been sent to the principal's office and the ferret had been led away to the school's infirmary, a handkerchief pressed to her bleeding cheek.

Not even a decade had passed since that incident, but to Risha it seemed as if it belonged to the distant past, or something that had happened to two different people.

Well, isn't the case? The Lynx mused. After all, I'm no longer the girl I was and neither is she, evidently. Wonder what our past selves would see if they saw us now?

Alys' voice brought Risha back to the present.

"I'm sorry" she apologized "what did you say?"

"I said that everyone at St. Alma's were surprised when you did not come back for your last year. May I ask, why you dropped out?"

"It's... complicated" replied Risha. "I'm sorry, but I do not wish to talk about it."

"Very well, I won't insist. Though you can tell me what you have been doing since then, can't you?"

Risha shrugged.

"I belong to a band of professional adventurers. Lately, we've been working for a person of noble birth, that's all I can say for the moment."

"How exciting! So, that's why you carry that sword. Tell me, has it seen much use?"

"Some. What about you? How did you end up here?"

"I'm attached to the Vinolian embassy, as a junior diplomat."

It was evident from Alys' voice that she took a great deal of pride in her position and Risha obliged her by looking suitably impressed.

"I doubt its as exciting as the life you must lead", the ferret hastened to add. "But, it has its perks."

"I can imagine. So, how long have you had this job?"

"Since I finished school. I was approached by two employees of the Crown. They had had me under observation during my time at St. Alma's and had come to offer me a position. It sounded more interesting than joining the family-business like my brother, so I decided to accept and here I am."

"Do you miss Vinoli?"

"I do, but I take solace in the fact that I'm serving my country. My apologies, of course, I meant 'our country'."

Just then, their conversation was interrupted by a deep voice calling out Alys' name. Moments later, the two women were joined by another ferret, this one a male.

"This is my betrothed, Grahm" Alys explained, clinging to the newcomer's arm. "Grahm, this is Risha, one of my old schoolmates"

"Yes, you've mentioned her before" Grahm replied. He gave Risha a searching look, which made the lynx wonder what exactly Alys had told him about her? Could she have mentioned that one time? "Jeraddin's daughter. Right?"

"That's right", Risha said, taking the paw that was extended to her. "I take it you're a junior diplomat as well?"

"I am." Grahm turned to Alys. "Actually, that's why I came to get you. We have been summoned to an emergency meeting."

"Emergency meeting? What for?"

"No idea. All I can say is that its in the Eastern Pavilion."

"I guess duty calls" Alys sighed. " She reached into her purse and took out a small card, which she handed to Risha. "Our address is written on it" she explained. "Feel free to stop by when you have the time. I'd love to catch up some more and for you tell me about your adventures. Well, bye for now."

"Bye" Risha said, glancing at the card. She had only listened with half an ear to what Alys had said; her thoughts had been elsewhere. 

Could this emergency meeting have something to do with Merees' audience with the Queen Mother? Something told the lynx that this might very well be the case.

Anyway, there was only one way to find out for sure.

Wednesday, November 8, 2023

Chapter 82

 In her study, Argath was busy putting her seal on a stack of death sentences, when there was a knock on the door.

"It's Lorenzo, Boss."

"Come in."

"Sorry to bother you, Boss" the fox said, as he entered the room. "A package came for you. Naturally, I had someone open it outside. Just in case. "

"Good. What was in the package?"

"This" Lorenzo replied and handed over the contents of the package to Argath. The Queen studied it with mild interest.

"Seems to be a journal of some kind. Who sent it?"

Lorenzo shrugged.

"No idea, there was no return address."

"Thank you, Lorenzo, that will be all."

Once she was alone, Argath went back to her work. However, every once in a while, she found herself glancing at the journal, which laid on her desk. It was as if it was calling out to her: Open me, it seemed to whisper and learn my secrets

What the Hell, I deserve a break, Argath thought.

Her curiosity having thus won out, she reached for the journal and opened it. As she did, a piece of paper fell out and landed in her lap. Intrigued, the Queen picked it up and read the following:

Some time ago, I found this journal written by one of my ancestors and am now thinking of publishing it. Before making it available to the public, I send it to you, Your  Majesty. I hope it will divert you as much as it did me and would be greatly honored if Your Majesty would grace my humble home with her presence, so that we may discuss its contents further.

Your subject, Cornelius.

PS: I believe that Your Majesty will find what's written on pages 45-47 of particular interest.

Argath repeated the name of the sender thoughtfully to herself. The Last time she had seen the former Councillor was when she had banished him from court. Naturally, she had ordered Lorenzo to discreetly keep him under surveillance, suspecting that he might have connection to the underground Sharanist movement. However, nothing had turned up. It seemed that, too all appearances, Cornelius was content in living out the rest of his days in quiet obscurity.

Until now that is. Very well, let's see if what his ancestor wrote should be shared with my subjects.

Making herself comfortable, Argath flipped to the pages indicated in the letter and began to read.

A moment later, she put the journal down and summoned a servant.

"Tell Our litter-carriers to make themselves ready", she ordered. "We are going out."

*****

Aemon was working in the garden, when he heard someone knock on the front door. At first, Aemon waited for the maid to get it, only to recall that it was her afternoon off and that she was out.

Reluctantly, the cat put down the pruning shears and went to answer. Hopefully, this would not be another door-to-door salesman.

Upon opening the door, Aemon realized that he would have preferred the peddler.

"We have come to visit Cornelius" Argath said, with ice in her voice. "We trust that he's available?"

"He's in the drawing room" Aemon began, somewhat shaken by the Queen's sudden appearance. "But, Your Majesty, he..."

He stopped mid-sentence, as Argath swept past him, leaving Aemon to feel like a skiff that had just been cut off by a battleship.

Upon entering the drawing room, Argath found Cornelius reclining on a sofa, a blanket covering his legs. Next to him stood a table, with a stack of books and a few bottles of medicine on it.

"Your Majesty must forgive me for not standing up" Cornelius said in a calm, but hoarse voice, his face showing no surprise at this sudden and unannounced Royal visit. "As you can see, I am gravely ill."

One glance at Cornelius was enough for Argath to see that he was telling the truth. The Canine seemed to have aged one, maybe even two decades, since they had last met:  His fur was dull and lifeless and the gown he wore hung loosely on his limbs. 

"Your Majesty, on the other hand, looks like the very picture of health" Cornelius continued. "Then again, what else is there to expect of a mother-to-be? When is the heir to the throne due? A dragon's gestation period is two years, is it not?"

"Enough! You know very well the purpose of Our visit and it was not to discuss child-birth, or your health."

"Indeed. But, a woman in your condition should not be left standing. Why don't Your Majesty have a seat and then we shall talk of serious matters."

He gestured to a large armchair, which Argath squeezed herself into.

"So, what did Your Majesty think of the gift I sent?"

Before Argath could answer, Aemon joined them. Cornelius' partner did not know what the Queen was doing here (though he did suspect that it had something to do with the package he had seen the maid carry under her arm when she left the house), nor did he relish having her under his roof. Still, she was a guest and the cat took his duties as a host seriously. 

"Can we offer Your Majesty anything?" He asked, with great courtesy. "A bite to eat, perhaps? Or something to drink?"

"Thank you, no" Argath replied, her voice not thawing. "We won't stay long."

Since the Queen declined the offer, Cornelius did the same and with that, Aemon excused himself and went back out to the garden. 

"So this is how you repay Our kindness?" Argath sighed,  her voice like razor-blades coated in honey. "With blackmail. We are disappointed in you, Cornelius. We never thought you'd be capable of such...ingratitude."

"Your Majesty's definition of kindness differs from that of mine. I would hardly call having a person banished from court merely for speaking his mind a kindness."

"We do, We could have had you treated much harsher. It was only your age and the many years of service to Our Kingdom that stayed Our hand that day."

"I suppose I should be grateful. Though I can not help but think of the many who have criticized the government and was not granted the same mercy."

"Mercy? Argath snarled. "For traitors? Don't make Us laugh. Speaking of traitors, blackmailing your Sovereign is surely an act of high treason, wouldn't you say?"

"Indeed. However, I'd say that conspiracy to assassinate your Sovereign is even worse. Not to mention, going through with it."

Argath leaned forward and glared venomously at Cornelius. Oh, how she would have liked to wrap her fingers around his throat and squeeze until the head popped off. Alas, she knew that doing so, while momentarily satisfying, would lead to her own undoing. And so, she sank back into her chair, silently cursing Cornelius and his ancestor.


*****

The Next day, a proclamation was issued throughout all the land and this is what it said:

To All Our Subjects.

By Royal Command, We hereby declare the following:

The Censorship Bureau is hereby closed. Employees will be provided with new positions elsewhere.

Furthermore, the death penalty is hereby abolished throughout Our realm and, as a gesture of good will, We hereby grant amnesty to all those currently interned for having spoken out against the Government in the past.

Signed: Argath I, Ruler of Vinoli and its vassal-states Frigonia and Guanaca.

As expected, the announcement caused quite a stir. 

"This is great!"  One group of the population cheered. "It'll be just like when the old King was alive."

"The Queen must have lost her senses" grumbled another. "What good will this do?"

"This is a trick of some kind" muttered a third. "Better keep your heads down, or lose them later."

And what of the Queen herself? To answer that question, we must return to the previous day. 

Argath returned to the palace with a face like a storm-cloud. Having taken out her anger on the nearest handmaiden available, she summoned Lorenzo for a private conference in her quarters.

"So, as you can see, we are in quite a bothersome situation" she said, once she had finished explaining things to the fox.

"No kidding" Lorenzo said, letting out an impressed whistle. "Still, who would have thought that this ancestor of Cornelius' suspected you of plotting against Sharan? Not that he had any proof, of course."

"No. Did you know that my fa...the old King actually received an anonymous letter, warning him that a member of his own family wished him harm? I always wondered who sent that letter and today, I finally got the answer."

"I take it that the letter in question did not mention you directly, or we wouldn't have this conversation."

"Indeed, it was a vaguely worded, no doubt the ancestor wanted to cover his back, in case his suspicions turned out to be unfounded. "You know, Sharan actually thought that the letter was about Kheros and asked me to keep an eye on him."

"The Ancestor were much more open about his suspicions towards you in his journal though" Lorenzo reminded his mistress.

"True, damn his eyes."

"I suppose that this is not the only copy?" He asked, putting one paw on the journal.

Argath confirmed the fox's supposition with a movement of her head.

"Cornelius told me that he had multiple copies made and left in the care of people he trusted. Lorenzo, I need not tell you what the consequences would be if the contents of that journal were revealed to the public."

No, you do not, Lorenzo thought. 

Years after his death, the late King Sharan was still fondly remembered by the Vinolian people and why not? He had ruled them for several centuries, after all. And if there should surface a rumor that said that his own daughter had had a hand in his murder? Well, the fox and the dragon both knew that it may well light the spark of rebellion, turning even those among Argath's subjects that were now loyal against her. Especially, if said rumor came from the ancestor of a respectable person such as old Cornelius. 

Reflexively, Lorenzo brought his fingers up to his neck and down again.

"What do you intend to do?" He asked.

"What can I do? I have decided to acquiesce to Cornelius' demands. For now."

And what those demands were, you already know, dear reader.

"For now?"

"Cornelius is ill" Argath explained, "Gravely. Find out which doctor he consults and see if you can learn from them how long he has left."

"Once the old dog's dead and buried things will go back to the way they should be, eh, Boss?" Lorenzo sniggered. Then, he thought of something. "But, what if one or more of the people who have the copies decide to release them after Cornelius' death?"

"That is why you must also track down those copies while Cornelius is still alive. Use any means at your disposal, but do it discreetly."

"You can count on me.I shall begin my investigations immediately."

With those words, Lorenzo rose from the chair he had occupied and, with a bow to Argath, left.

The Queen stood up as well. She picked up the journal and tossed it into the fireplace. She then bent down over it and exhaled. 

As she watched her flames devour the hated object, the Queen's mood began to improve. She decided to send word to the kitchen to have some food brought up. 

Just then, she felt the baby kick her. She put one hand on her stomach.

"Just wait, my child" she cooed softly. "Mommy is not going to let that mean old mutt, or anyone else get in her way.  She'll destroy them all. Yes, she will."















Saturday, September 30, 2023

Chapter 81

 As she and the others ran through the jungle, a thought entered Risha's brain, like an unwelcome guest:

What if something had happened to the boats? What if the island has destroyed them, or swallowed them up? 

If so, they would all be up the creek without a paddle, for there was no way they would be able to swim all the way back to the ship. 

Please, Risha prayed fervently in her head. If any of you Gods are watching this, do not abandon us in this place.

At last, they arrived at the beach, where the boats lay in the sand, just as when they had left them. Risha could almost jump with joy, but she feared that if she did, her legs would give out under her. 

She was not the only one. Many of the others were exhausted from their long run. However, they barely had time to catch their breath, before the first-mate began to bark orders:

"No time to rest yet, men! Get these boats in the water, now!"

"Wait!" Risha called out. "What about Kyros?"

The First-Mate shook his head.

"Look at the sky, we still have an hour, maybe two 'til sunrise and who knows what might happen in the meantime? Our enemies might decide to stop squabbling among themselves and come after us."

"So, you're just going to abandon him ? After he made sure that we could get away?"

"That was his choice. I have to think of the safety of everyone here."

"It's mostly your own safety that you think of" the lynx said, with scorn in her voice. "Back in the jungle, you seemed all too relieved when the leader of those savages told us that they would let us go in exchange for Merees."

"How dare you?" The First-mate growled. "Your attitude is starting to try my patience, lynx."

"Your cowardice is beginning to try mine" Risha growled in retort.

The Two of them each took a step forward and for a moment, it looked as if they were about to come to blows, when Merees stepped between them.

"Both of you, stop it."

The Dragon-Princess did not even raise her voice. Yet, such was the authority found within it, that the two antagonists immediately obeyed .

"For shame, you two." Merees scolded them,as they looked at their feet like a pair of abashed children. "This is no time to bicker amongst ourselves. Now, if Kyros waited to leave the clearing until after the last of us were already gone, then he must not be that far behind. Surely, we can wait at least another ten minutes?" She asked, turning to the first-mate.

"I suppose" the first-mate grumbled. "However, if there's any sound coming from over there (he pointed at the jungle) that signals the approach of those damn bats, we leave. At once."

"Agreed. Risha?"

Despite her current feelings of animosity towards the first-mate, Risha had to admit that what he said was not without reason.

"Fine" she sighed.

"Great" Merees said, satisfied. "Incidentally, does anyone carry a timepiece?"

A member of Kyros' group had one and so, they all settled down to wait for the mountain-lion to arrive. 

By now, the island had settled down, most certainly recuperating from the wounds that Risha and Kyros had inflicted upon it. If they hadn't already been told, none of those present at the beach could have guessed that they were standing (or sitting) on a living entity. 

But they did know and that knowledge did nothing to alleviate the unease they all felt.

Every once in a while, they looked back at the jungle. From deep within it, they could hear voices; the bats, still caught up in their own dispute. 

Suddenly, a new noise appeared on stage, one that silenced all the others. It was a high-pitched shriek and when those on the beach heard it, their blood run cold. 

In its wake came another sound,  even more disturbing than its predecessor.

That of wings, coming closer.

This time, there was no arguing, knowing the danger that was approaching, everyone scrambled to their feet and with a collective effort, got the boats in the water. Moments later, the splashing of oars in water could be heard.

In the second boat, Merees tried her best to comfort Risha.

"We had no other choice" she said, touching the lynx's shoulder. "You mustn't blame yourself."

"Who should I blame then? The First-mate? Or you?"

A sting had snuck into Risha's voice as she asked that last question, but Merees took no notice of it. Or at least, she pretended not to.

"Would it make you feel better?" She asked gently.

Risha was just about to reply that no, it wouldn't, when someone let out a cry:

"Look!"

Everyone looked in the direction the person who had yelled was pointing. Though the distance between the boats and the island had grown with each stroke, they could make out a figure on it, currently under attack by a quartet of island-dwellers.

"It's Kyros" one of the crew announced, quite unnecessarily. "Poor sod, he's done for."

"No, he's not" Merees said. "Stop the boat" she commanded.

The Rowboat came to a halt. So did its twin, which was a bit further ahead, but whose passengers were equally curious as to what the Princess was intending to do. 

Merees stood up, just as the boat was rocked by a wave, causing her to lose balance. Risha reacted promptly, wrapping her arms around Merees' waist.

Lynx and dragon smiled at each other.

"Thanks, hon" Merees said.

"No problem. I figured that you weren't planning on taking a bath. Your magic's back I take it?"

"Yes. I know a spell which should allow us to save our friend. It requires focus on my part though,  so...."

"Say no more, we'll keep our traps shut. Right, guys?"

Everyone agreed and silence settled over the rowboat. Turning her attention back to the island, Merees took a deep breath. She had not told Risha and the others that the last time she had just been a child when she had last attempted to cast this spell and said attempt had not been crowned with success.

This time, things will be different.

Sending a silent thought to her long-deceased tutor in the magic arts to watch over her, Merees took a deep breath and began...

*****

On the beach, Kyros continued his fight against the bats. A fight which, although he did not like to admit it, was not going well for him. The Mountain-lion was an experienced warrior, but his opponents both outnumbered him and had the advantage of flight.

Shutting his ears to the bats' taunting, Kyros concentrated on blocking their attacks, as best as he was able. In the corner of his eyes he could see the boats,  way out there. He might be able to swim out to them and if not? Well, drowning would most certainly be a quicker and less painful death than whatever his foes had in store for him.

Not that the bats were going to let Kyros choose. They kept circling around him, cutting off his escape route.

Did Kyros blame the others for not having waited? No, if anything, he blamed himself. Leaving the leader of the bats alive had been a mistake. Still, the leader had been unconscious at the time and Kyros could not bring himself to slay a defenseless enemy. He had done that, many years ago and had vowed to never repeat the experience. 

Of course, he might have been able to reach the beach in time, if not for the briar patch which he had fallen into. 

Bah, no point in ruminating on what could have been. Face it all, old boy, it looks like this is your final stand.

That's when Kyros' feet left the ground and, to the astonishment of his foes, he began to drift out over the ocean, like some sort of feline cloud. 

While at first, Kyros was just as taken aback by this new development as the bats, it didn't take long for him to figure out what was going on. Obviously, magic was involved and Kyros could think of only one member of the expedition who would be able to perform a feat such as this. 

Under any other circumstances, the mountain lion would likely have profited from the experience. How often was it that one of the wingless races got the chance to soar through the skies? At the moment, however, he was too exhausted to enjoy himself. All he could do was trust that Risha's lady-friend knew what she was doing.

*****

"Almost...there" Merees grunted through clenched teeth.

As Merees worked her magic, Risha gazed up on her in quiet admiration. Admiration which was only increased by the fact that her beloved was obviously struggling, her forehead shiny with perspiration and her breath coming in short bursts.

Despite this, Merees persisted, moving her arms as though she was pulling on an invisible line. 

Risha hugged Merees tighter, both to communicate her support, but also in the hope that somehow, some of her strength would be added to that of the Princess' own. 

That's when the 'line' snapped. There was a splash and Merees staggered backwards and collapsed on top of Risha. 

The Lynx extracted herself from underneath Merees. The Others were leaning over the side of the boat, looking in the direction where Kyros had fallen.

"He hasn't come up yet" one of them said.

"He wasn't that high up in the air. Surely, he could not have drowned."

Risha only listened with half an ear to the conversation around her. She was focused on trying to comfort Merees, who was lying on her back, breathing heavily.

"Failed again" the daughter of King Sharan mumbled weakly. 

"You did your best, babe" she said, patting the dragon's hand.

"Maybe, but my best wasn't good enough and this time, it may have cost a good cat his life."

"No-one is going to blame you" Risha tried to reassure her. And if they do, they'll have to deal with me, she thought.

They were all about to give up hope, when suddenly, Kyros' head broke the surface. A cry of cheer shook the boat and the next moment, the mountain-lion was helped into the boat, tired, wet, full of scratches, but alive.

"What was that you said about your best not being good enough?" Risha asked, nudging Merees with her elbow and smiling cheekily.

"Just don't ask me to do it again" Merees said, with a smile of her own.

****

In his quarters, the Captain had just finished listening to his first-mate's recounting of the events that had taken place on the island. Risha and Merees were also present, but not Kyros, who was being patched up by the Ship's medic.

"That's quite a story" he said, sucking thoughtfully on his unlit pipe. "I'm glad you got out of that place in one piece."

"Sir, shouldn't we make a report of this island in the next harbor? The First-mate asked. "So that other sailors might know to avoid it?"

"We will, but I fear that not many would believe us. No, other people will set foot on that island and some of them will not be as fortunate as you were."

Later, as they laid in bed together, Risha turned to Merees:

"Mer, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

"What is it?"

"If Kyros and I had not wounded the island, would you have accepted the bat-leader's offer?  To become the next sacrifice in exchange for our lives?"

"I would have" Merees said, after a moment's pause. She stared up at the ceiling. "My father once told me that the needs of many outweighs the needs of the few, or the one. I would laid down my life to say you all, but mostly to save you."

"But you wouldn't have saved me" Risha protested. "Because I would have stayed with you."


Tuesday, July 25, 2023

Chapter 80

 Risha and Merees did not waste any time. As soon as they were alone, they began to make their way back to the clearing as quickly as their feet could carry them. 

Despite their great haste, they found themselves slowed down, as they tripped on roots, or got entangled into vines that had not been there before. Almost as if the island itself was trying to stall their progress. 

When the lynx and the dragon finally arrived at the clearing, they found the others  lying lifeless on the ground, with the remains of half-eaten fruit being strewn all around them.

"Are they dead?" Merees whispered.

Risha shook her head.

"No, I can hear them breathing, but faintly. Let's wake them up."

She went over to Kyros and tried to wake him up by shaking him gently by the shoulder, but to no effect. The Mountain-lion did not stir.

Realizing that she had to resort to more extreme measures, Risha grabbed hold of Kyros'  shirt and slapped him hard across the face. After three slaps, his eyes opened.

"What's the matter?" He asked, drowsily. "Why are you hitting me?"

"I'm sorry" Risha apologized, "but I had no other choice."

Meanwhile, Merees had managed to rouse the first-mate, using a similar method. With the two men awake, the women explained what had happened: That the island was inhabited and that those who lived here were not exactly hospitable.

Kyros agreed that the best course of action they could take would be to wake their comrades and leave the island. However, the first-mate was of a different opinion: 

"You claim that the two bats you met were hostile..." He began.

Risha was about to ask him what the hell he meant by that, when a sound could be heard. It was the sound of many wings, drawing closer and closer. Both Risha and Kyros reached for their blades, but the first-mate ordered the swords to be kept in their scabbards.  

The Two felines obeyed, though Risha did so with ill grace, muttering under her breath. The Next moment, the denizens of the island appeared and the lynx's eyes widened at the sight: 

She was not sure how many bats there were. She counted at least seventy of them, but she could tell even by a quick glance, that she, Merees and the other members of the expedition were vastly outnumbered. 

Some of the bats wore loincloth, while others displayed everything. Many of them had adorned themselves with bracelets or necklaces. Risha noticed that these were made of teeth and bones. She felt a shiver run down her spine.

"You got any fire left in you?" She whispered to Merees.

"I'm afraid not" the Princess whispered back. 

"What about your magic?"

Merees shook her head.

At this point, the first-mate stepped forward, his right paw raised.

"Greetings, island-dwellers" he said. "We come in peace."

At the head of the swarm was a bat larger than any of the others. His fur was the color of snow,  his headdress was a skull and his breastplate fashioned from a rib-cage. Embedded in his own skull, his eyes shone like rubies. 

"Greetings land-walkers" he said, in a hoarse voice (both Risha and Merees noticed that, unlike the brother and sister, he spoke the common tongue perfectly). "You have set foot on our island and have partaken of its bounty. Normally, your lives would therefor be forfeit.."

"What do you mean 'normally'?" The First-mate interrupted, guardedly.

In response, the leader of the bats pointed at Merees:

"The Dragon" he said. "Give her to us and the rest of you shall be allowed to leave here unharmed."

"What?!" Risha stepped forward, eyes blazing. "Listen, you creep! Take your offer and shove it, we are not interested!"

The Bat looked at Risha as if he had just now noticed her.

"Are you in charge?" He asked, smirking.

"She's not" replied the first-mate. "I am." 

"And yet you let one of your underlings talk over you." The Bat shook his head in mock amazement.

"I am not his underling" Risha growled.

"Nor am I" said Merees, "and if the reason you want me is because I killed one of yours, you should know that he and his sister attacked us."

"Lies!" Shrieked the sister in question.

She was about to address her leader in their own language, telling him not to believe these filthy land-walkers, but one look from him told her that he had best keep her tongue still.

"I apologize for the behavior of of these young ones" ,he said. "It was their first scouting mission and apparently they decided to act on their own. They were under no orders to attack you. At least, not at the moment. No, we want you for an entirely different reason:

You see, this island that you are currently standing on is actually a living being. A being on an endless journey through the oceans of this world."

"That explains why this island could not be found on the Captain's maps" Kyros said, while stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Exactly. My people have lived on this island for ages, ever since we were driven away from our homeland. It shelters us and keeps us fed. In exchange for its hospitality, we provide it with sustenance."

"By killing anyone who sets foot on your island." The Words had not been intended as a question and Kyros' voice had grown dark as he uttered them.

"Yes, once we sacrifice our...visitors, their life-essence are absorbed by the island and becomes a part of it. Forever."

Risha let what the leader of the bats had said sink in. She glanced first at Merees, then at the first-mate and saw her own horror and disbelief reflected in their faces. 

"Its been years since anyone last set foot on the island", the bat continued, taking no heed of the effect his words had had on his audience. "And our guardian is slowly growing weaker. So, when I learned of your arrival, I was relieved. When I found out that one of you No!was a dragon, I was ecstatic."

"I think I understand" Merees said. "Because we dragons are among the World's most long-lived races, you assume that my life-energy is greater than that of my companions." 

The Dragoness' voice was steady as she spoke, though her hands, trembled slightly.

"Precisely. So, what are your answer? Will you sacrifice one to save the many? Or will all of you perish here?"

While this conversation had been going on, Risha's mind had been working at full speed. There had to be a way out of this situation, a way for her to save them all. Well, mostly Merees and to a slightly lesser extent Kyros, with the others as a bonus. Then, it struck her: 

If this island was alive, then it could be hurt. 

It was worth a try. What did they have to lose?

With one rapid movement, she drew her short-sword and, with a roar, drove it into the soft ground. Beside her, Kyros, having caught on to Risha's intentions, did the same.

As the Lynx and the mountain-lion pulled out their blades, the island began to shake violently. The Leader of the bats let out a wail and, fell limp to the ground.

Immediately, Kyros pounced on the fallen bat, aiming the tip of his sword at the leader's heart.

"Listen!" He called out. "Stay where you are, or your chief's essence will be the next to feed your precious island!"

Now it was the bats' turn to be frightened, not all of them understood the mountain-lions' words, but they did not need to. The Situation was clear to anyone with eyes in their heads.

"Don't listen to him!" Shrieked the female-bat, who was seeing her chance to get revenge slip away. "The Land-walkers have dared to harm the island! Kill them!"

"No!" One of her fellow bats protested. "The Chosen's life is too precious, we have to do what they say."

While Kyros kept the bats at bay and they, in turn argued among themselves, the two women and the first-mate quickly went about the job of waking the rest of the expedition.

"Is everyone up?" Kyros asked, not taking his eyes off the squabbling chiropterans.

"They are" Risha responded, as she helped one crew-member on his feet.

"Good. Then, leave this cursed place."

"What about you?" Merees asked.

"I'll be right behind you."

Kyros waited until the last member of the expedition had left the clearing, then he lifted up the still unconscious leader, and started to walk backwards out of the clearing, using the white bat as a shield. The Mountain-lion waited until he was a safe enough distant from the clearing, then  he put down his burden and ran towards the beach.