Chapter 66

 At noon, on the day after the failed attempt at Risha's life, the capybara-doctor came into her room and examined her.

"Your wound is healed" he announced. "How do you feel?"

Risha replied that she felt fine.

"Good" said the doctor. Beneath his large nose, the corners of his mouth moved upward. "In that case, I see no reason for you to remain here. A nurse will bring you your clothes and some papers for you to sign."

The Doctor was just about to leave, when he stopped in the doorway and turned around, facing his soon-to-be former patient:

"Young lady?"

"Yes, doctor?"

"Take care. I hope that you will not have any further need of my services during your stay in our city."

Risha smiled.

"I'll do my best to keep out of trouble."

*****

Some time later, Risha, having changed into her normal clothes, left the hospital. 

Her short-sword hung, securely by her side and tucked under her right arm was the book she had borrowed. A messenger had been sent to where the troupe was currently staying, since Risha wanted Leorin to be the first to know that she was up and about. The Doctor had offered her to wait for him (or whoever else would come to pick her up) inside, but the lynx had politely declined the offer: After days staying cooped-up in a small hospital room, she felt an urgent need for fresh air.  

She began to walk down the street in the direction she was certain her brother would be coming from, having decided to meet him on the way.

She was some distance from the hospital, a solitary rain drop fell from the sky and landed on the lynx's nose, causing her to sneeze loudly. Frowning, she looked up at the sky and saw that its color had abruptly changed from blue to metal-grey. 

This does not look good, she thought. Perhaps if I turn back, I can get to the hospital before the rain comes.

Risha had barely finished this thought, before heaven opened up its floodgates and torrents of rain came spewing down on the streets, drenching the poor sods who were unfortunate enough to be outside. Cursing her bad luck, Risha gritted her teeth and, proceeded on her intended path, taking care not to step in one of the many puddles. She hugged the book tightly to her chest, trying her best to shield it from the elements.

On the other side of the street, she suddenly spotted a familiar figure making his way towards the hospital, while shielded from the rain by a large umbrella. 

"Leo! I'm over here!" Risha called out, as loud as she could, in order to be heard over the rain. 

Upon hearing his sister's voice, Leorin stopped and turned in the direction the sound had come from.

"Stay there!" Risha shouted. "I'm coming over to you!"

"I was just on my way to pick you up" Leorin said, when Risha joined him. "You look good, sis" he added, smiling at her.

"Thank you. So, little brother, are you going to let me join you under that umbrella?"

"Of course".

Leorin held out the umbrella, allowing Risha to come in under it. 

"Good thing you brought this" she commented, approvingly, as the siblings began walking down the street, back in the direction Leorin had come from.

"Actually, it was Eramus who told me to bring an umbrella. "He said that it was going to rain. If anyone else had said that, I wouldn't have believed them. I mean, the sky was blue when I left Fuchul's place, but Eramus is usually right about these things, so I decided to follow his advise."

"A wise decision. Hold on, did you say that you came from Fuchul's place?"

"That's right, the others are there too. Say, do you hear that?"

"Hear what? I don't hear anything."

"Exactly, its stopped raining."

****

Fuchul's home was a large, red building located in one of the city's finer neighborhoods. Leorin's knock on the front-door was immediately answered by the small dog with the droopy expression.

"I'm back!" Leorin announced, quite unnecessarily in his sister's opinion, as he and Risha stepped past Fuchul's servant and into the hall. "Than you for letting me borrow this" he added, handing over the umbrella.

"Not at all" the diminutive canine snuffled. He looked up at Risha. "I'm pleased to see you back on your feet, Miss. No doubt, my employer will be too."

"Is everyone still in the great room?" Leorin asked.

"Quite right. Please, follow me."

In the great room, a few members of Kyros' group, were sitting on the floor, rolling dice. Their leader, meanwhile, was involved in a conversation with Eramus, while Sara was seated in a red sofa, reading a book. As for the house's owner, he passed the time by playing a game of solitaire. 

When Risha entered the room, they all stopped what they were doing and flocked around her, congratulating the lynx on her recovery. Risha thanked them all, as she had Fuchul's servant while in the hallway. Once she had done that, Eramus took the lead:

"Now that you're with us again" the faun said, turning to Risha with a serious look on his face, "it is time that we talk about certain matters. Matters concerning you."

"I am all ears."

"As are we all" said Kyros.

Eramus nodded in acknowledgement. Then, returned to the armchair next to the one occupied by Kyros. Ever courteous, the mountain-lion rose from his seat and offered it to Risha, who, having thanked him, sat down in it.

"Leorin has told me about your theory" Eramus began, "that the Princess is possessed or otherwise controlled by some malovelent entity."

"I realize how absurd this must sound" Risha said, "but I know its the truth. I just know it."

"I believe you. You see, I know exactly what has happened to the Princess. As soon as Leorin told me, I remembered something that I read many years ago, before anyone in this room had been born. Back when I was a young faun, living in the Land of Mists..."

Eramus had uttered this last statement in a casual enough tone of voice. However, the revelation as to the troupe-leader's birthplace, caused everyone to stare at him with newfound interest. The Land of Mists was a place shrouded in legend; said by some to be the place where intelligent life had originated. Where the very air was filled with magic...

"Did you know this about him?" Leorin whispered to Sara.

"I didn't" the porcupine whispered back. "I don't think anyone in the troupe knew."

She returned her attention to Eramus, who proceeded with his story:

"When I reached my tenth birthday" he said, "I was sent away to study at one of the magic schools that exists in my homeland, as is customary. Said education lasts for another ten years. I shall not claim that I was the best student in my class, for that would be a lie, but I wasn't the worst either. Anyway, between classes the students were supposed to help out with various chores around the school. I was selected to help out in the library; dusting the shelves, filing old books and scrolls and so on.

One day, during my sixth year at the school, I was told by the head-librarian to go into the archives where the oldest works were located and fetch a particular scroll. Having received the title and the name of the author, I went in search for it. Despite the information I had, it took me awhile before I noticed the scroll in question. Just as I was about to take it out, I happened to spot another scroll, lying on the floor.

Thinking that it had fallen out of its shelf, I picked up the scroll. For some reason, I became curious to see what it contained and so, I opened it..."

Eramus' eyes, which had been closed as he journeyed down memory lane, now opened and looked at those present in the room.

"Before I continue" the faun said, "I must ask you something: Does anyone here know what a dream-walker is?"

"Someone who can enter people's dreams?" Sara asked. "At least, that's what it sounds like to me."

"Exactly. Dream-walkers are rare, one in a million. Basically, they are magicians who can project themselves into people's subconsciousness when they're asleep."

Eramus paused, allowing the others time to process this new bit information.

"I asked you if you had heard about them" he said, "because the scroll I had picked up, contained instructions for a ritual which would allow a powerful enough dream-walker to take full control over another person's body and all of its functions.

I didn't think much of it back then; according to the scroll, the ritual would take years to prepare and the intended 'donor' so to speak, would have to be unconscious during all that time. I put the scroll back on the shelf and left with the one I had been sent to fetch.

During my last year, a fire broke out in the archives and many scrolls were destroyed. At the time, I was no longer working at the library, my position there had been taken by a younger student. Said student got the blame for the fire. Since he perished in it, there was nothing he could do to protest. At least, I always thought that he had perished, until now that is."

"This student" Fuchul said. "He wouldn't have happened to be a lemur, with six fingers, by any chance?"

The Red panda asked the question like someone who already knows the answer, but who wants his suspicions confirmed. 

"That's correct. He did not call himself Zevedo back then, but since that's the name  you know him by, we may as well continue to use it, it makes no difference either way."

"How exactly did you get involved with Zevedo?" Kyros asked Fuchul. "We have already guessed that he was blackmailing you, but how did it begin?"

Fuchul let out a deep sigh.

"I suppose it doesn't matter now" he said. "First though, I should tell you that I'm not originally from around here. I was born in the Eastern Continent, but in another country, Fuchul is not even my original name. In my youth, I made some mistakes, mistakes which resulted in me having to feign my own death and flee the country. I traveled extensively, before settling here, where I met the woman I fell in love with. Sadly, my wife died in childbirth, a few days later, our son followed his mother into the grave. 

To forget my grief, I buried myself in my work, until I had built up my fortune. One day, fifteen years ago, a person came to my office. That person, as you no doubt have figured out, was Zevedo.

He told me that he had a business proposition to make and I asked him to sit down. He did and then he thanked me, addressing me not as Fuchul, but by the name my parents had given me. A name that I thought was buried forever. 

My blood froze in my veins, I stared at my elderly visitor with newfound horror. He, on the other hand, looked at me with an infuriating smirk on his face.

'Yes, I know who you are' he said, 'and I also know people who would be most interested in learning that you are still alive. Very interested, indeed'.

Thinking that it was money he was after, I offered him a handsome sum to keep his mouth shut, but he only laughed.

'Do you think you can buy me off with such a paltry sum?' He asked, mockingly. 'I want a partnership in your business. Don't worry, the name can remain the same, it doesn't matter to me. In fact, no-one need find out about your having a business-partner, that detail can stay between the two of us.

What could I do? I told him yes and he immediately took out two contracts, which we both signed. Before he left, Zevedo warned me that if anything happen to him, my secret would be revealed to my enemies by one of his associates.

From that day on, I was in Zevedo's thrall. I had to pay him a regular percentage of all the profits the firm made. Not only that, I was also obliged to procure rare plants and herbs that Zevedo was using for, I can only guess what purpose. Many of these had to be smuggled in and, naturally I had to pay all the expenses; bribing the officials and so on.

However, I knew that this could not last forever and so, I had my employees abroad keep me up-to-date whenever one of my old enemies died. I know that its terrible, but every time I got news that one of them had bit the dust, I felt like celebrating. Then, on the same day I met Kyros, I got word that last of my foes had gotten his skull bashed in at a tavern he frequented. I am not ashamed to admit that the news made me almost giddy with relief. At last, I was free! I wrote a message to Zevedo asking him to meet me. Having done this, I went out to celebrate. Anyway, you all know the rest."

During Fuchul's story, Risha had listened with barely concealed impatience. As soon as their host had finished, she turned to Eramus:

"Tell me" she said, in as steady a voice as she could manage. "The People whose bodies are possessed, what happens to them? Do you remember if the scroll said anything about that?"

"Let me think..From what I can remember, the original owner's soul lies dormant while the dreamwalker is in control."

"Which means there must be a way to break said control" Kyros chimed in. "If only we knew how."

"You know, I read a story like this once" Sara said, having decided to join the conversation. "The Hero's beloved was possessed by an evil spirit and began to wreck havoc. The Hero hunted her across the land, until he finally caught up with her, at the edge of a cliff. Instead of attacking the hero, the spirit began to plead for its life, in the voice of his beloved, but the hero only took hold of her and then, he took out the dagger she had given him once and stabbed himself with it. At that moment, the spirit lost its control over the hero's beloved and she regained her senses."

"What happened to the hero?" Leorin asked.

"He died in her arms and she threw herself off the cliff. Later, they were both reunited in the afterlife."

"Hmmm" Risha said thoughtfully. "That gives me an idea."

"Sis, you are not going to kill yourself to get Merees back, are you?"

"Don't worry, Leo, I won't. After all, I'm not the hero of some story. I do have a plan though, but I'm going to need all of your help if its going to succeed."

She looked at the others.

"You are part of my group" said Kyros. "We do not abandon one of our own."

"Needless to say, you have our support as well" said Eramus.

"Mine too" said Fuchul. "Anything to finally get rid of Zevedo for good."

"Thank you, everyone" Risha said, a smile of gratitude lighting up her face. "Now, here's what I had in mind..."

Quick Takes

 Some brief notes on a few of the shows and movies that I've watched lately.

Dune (2021)

Saw this one in the theater, together with my Mom.

Although I'm one of those people who usually prefer to watch film within the comforts of his  own home, this is one movie that I'm glad I saw on the big screen, rather than waiting for it to come out on some streaming service. Dennis Villeneuve has directed a splendid adaptation of the first half of Frank Herbert's classic sci-fi novel, with the actors really bringing the characters to life (with special mention to Rebecca Ferguson as Lady Jessica). Obviously, some changes have been made to the source-material, such as changing the gender of one character, but nothing that bothered me. I'm looking forward to part two.

The Third Man

Re-watch.

Honestly, what can I say about The Third Man? Its one of the all-time greats. Everything about this movie is top-notch: The Cinematography, the writing, the acting (Welles, of course, but also Cotten and pretty much everyone, right down to the bit-parts) and, of course, the music. See it and if you already have? See it again.

Grand Illusion

My third Renoir-film, set during World War 1 This is an incredibly humanistic war-/prison escape movie, which lets the viewer feel empathy/sympathy for all the characters, including the one that could easily have been depicted as a villain, considering his nationality and when the movie was originally made. Another must-watch.

Odd Taxi

Going into this one, the title and art-style had led me to expect a quirky slice-of-life series. Instead, I got a character-driven, dialogue-heavy crime drama, one that features a truly memorable cast of characters (special mention must go to the yakuza porcupine who speaks entirely in rap) and offers a scathing look at social media and internet celebrities, among other aspects of modern culture. We're only at the beginning of the 2020's, but this is already one of my favorite shows of the decade.

Final Space, Season 3

Apparently, Final Space has been cancelled, which means that the third season is also the last one. That's a shame, not only because it means that the series ends on a massive cliffhanger, but also because I liked Final Space. Sure, it was never one of my favorites, but it was a show that I enjoyed watching. I'll miss it.

As for this season, I personally feel it was the strongest of the three. Sure, the comedy part of this sci-fi dramedy, was (as usual), very hit and miss, but the drama was consistently engaging. This was also the darkest season, to the point where I found myself wanting Gary and co to catch a break.

The Rainbow Orchid

 It's funny, dear reader, I could have sworn that I had actually written about The Rainbow Orchid before, back in the earliest days of this blog, even. However, a quick search only yielded one result and that was this post. Still, better late than never, right?

I first discovered The Rainbow Orchid in the later years of the 00's, when its creator Garen Ewing serialized it, one strip at the time on his web-page. 

Seeing as how was and still am, a fan of classic European comics, such as Tintin and Blake & Mortimer, The Rainbow Orchid did not need much to charm me and I eventually ended up buying the three albums that make up the story directly from Ewing, as they came out. As a result, The Rainbow Orchid is the only comic I own that's signed by its creator.

The Rainbow Orchid begins in England, in the 1920's. It is here that we meet our hero, Julius Chancer, working as an assistant for historical researcher Sir Alfred Cathesby-Grey.They are approached by Lord Lawrence and his movie-star daughter, Lily. Lawrence, as it turns out, is in a bit of a pickle: He has foolishly made a bet with mysterious businessman Urkaz Grope, regarding a flower-competition and now, stands to lose everything. In order to beat Grope's super-rare black orchid, Lawrence needs an even rarer flower, namely the fabled Rainbow Orchid; mentioned by the Greek Philosopher thousands of years ago and last rumored to have been located in India by an acquaintance of Sir Alfred's. In order to save Lord Lawrence from dishonor and ruin, Julius and Lily sets of to find the Rainbow Orchid, accompanied by the latter's American agent, Nathaniel Crumpole. 

Meanwhile, Grope, having discovered their plans, sends a group of thugs, led by the devious Evelyn Crow to make sure that the Rainbow Orchid is never found...

The Rainbow Orchid is a truly first-rate adventure comic, containing everything that one could possibly want out of a comic in the genre: Danger, humor, excitement, lost civilizations, conspiracies, etc. Its cast of characters are engaging and play their roles well, with the heroes being likable and easy to root for (even if one of them have a tendency to fall into the 'bumbling sidekick' role). As far as I'm concerned though, the stand-out character of the comic is Evelyn Crow; resourceful, ruthless and resilient, she's a fantastic villain, definitely one of my favorites.

I must admit that I haven't really kept up with Garen Ewing's work post The Rainbow Orchid. I know that he has made at least one more comic starring Julius Chancer, but I haven't read it. Though this is mainly because its only been published in serialized form in a British children's comic-book. Be that as it may, even if I never read another thing from Ewing's pen (though hopefully, I will), The Rainbow Orchid will always have a place of honor in my library, as one of the finest example of its kind I can think of. 

 

Chapter 65

 "Excuse me. I wonder if you could help me."

The Female alligator who was manning the front-desk at the hospital looked up at the person who had just addressed her. Said person turned out to be a female poodle. The Poodle's fur was black, except for a white circle around her left eye and she was wearing a purple dress.

"Certainly" she said, "How can you be of assistance?"

"Well, you see, I just found out that a friend of mine had been in accident, while in the company of some of her other friends. They took her to a hospital, but they neglected to inform me which hospital it was. I've been visiting three hospitals already and she was not in any of them. Please, oh, please, tell me that this is the right one. If its not, I think I might cry."

To add emphasis to her words, the poodle's nose began to twitch slightly and she instinctively brought one of her paws up to the corner of her eye. She looked so despondent that the nurse c was moved to pity out of her.

"Please, don't cry" she said. "What is your friend's name and what species is she?"

"Her name is Risha, she's a lynx."

"In that case" the receptionist said, smiling, "I have good news for you: We do indeed have a patient who fits that description to a t."

"That's great" the rabbit said, excitedly, clasping her paws together. "Tell me, which room is she in?"

"Room 17. Oh, but I'm afraid visiting day is not until tomorrow. Of course, I can tell her that you stopped by."

"No, no, I'll come back tomorrow and surprise her."

"You do that. Have a good day."

"Thank you and the same to you."

The Poodle left the hospital and, as she stood on the sidewalk, pump her fist in the air. At last, she had found the right place. Now, all she had to do was finish the job and meet up with her client to get the rest of her money. Of course, she had to get inside first, but this should not prove difficult. This hospital must surely have a separate entrance, for the staff to use.

She peeked around the corner of the hospital-building: Bingo! There it was, at the end of a narrow alley. Suddenly, the door opened and a sturdy-looking  brown hare, carrying a sword in his belt appeared. Her heart pounding, the poodle ducked back, cursing the ram's sudden appearance. Had he seen her? 

Slowly, she once again took a peek and was relieved to see that the hare was busy emptying his bladder against the building, whistling loudly as he did, paying no attention to her. 

For a moment, the poodle considered dispatching of the hare. It would be easy to sneak up on him and slit his throat while he wasn't prepared. Than again, she had not paid to take care of him and it was against her principles to kill unless there was money involved. 

With cat-like thread, the poodle quickly snuck past the hare, she than carefully opened the door slightly and squeezed inside.

She came into a room in which various articles of clothing, among them several nurse's uniforms, were hanging on clothesline. Without hesitation, the poodle grabbed one of the uniforms and a few seconds later, she was walking the halls of the hospital, just one more nurse among several.

It did not take long for the poodle to locate room seventeen. She noticed, somewhat surprised, that a chair had been placed by the door. She touched the seat of the chair, it was warm. Whoever had been occupying it could not have gone far.

I had better hurry up, the poodle thought. Who knows when they might come back?

Wasting no time, she pushed the door open.

The First thing the poodle noticed, as she stepped into room 17, was that the curtains surrounding the hospital-bed were closed.Listening, she could hear the sound of someone snoring, coming from behind the curtain. 

Good, she thought. This will make my job even easier.

A chair stood in a corner and the poodle wasted no time in positioning it under the door-handle, blocking access to the room from the outside. Having done this, she took out a long dagger and with that in her paw, she crept up to the hospital-bed, pulled aside the curtains and promptly froze in shock:

There was her intended target, very much awake and seated on the bed, holding a short-sword, whose point the poodle found herself staring down at.

"I suggest you put that tooth-pick down" Risha said. She was smiling as she uttered those words, but the tone of her voice made it clear to the rabbit what would happen if she did not comply.

Realizing that she had no other choice, the rabbit, furious at herself for having been taken by surprise by someone she had thought would be easy prey, opened her paw and let the the dagger fall to the floor. Without taking her eyes of the rabbit, Risha bent down and picked it up.

"Aside from the doctor, I have two nurses attending to me" Risha said, explaining how she had managed to take the poodle by surprise. "I recognize their footsteps, so I knew you were not one of them. Besides, the nurses always announce themselves before entering a patient's room."

"Is that so? I'll be sure to remember that next time my profession takes me to one of these places."

"Bold of you to assume there will be a next time. By the way, one of my colleagues is supposed to be on guard outside, how did you get past him?"

"I did not. There was no-one there."

A frown passed over Risha's features, but did not take up residence and moved on as soon as it had arrived.

"I see" she said, nodding to herself. "Now, take off your clothes."

"What?"

"You heard me: Take them off."

To add emphasis to her words, Risha pricked the rabbit's throat with the tip of her own dagger. A scarlet drop appeared. Raging inwardly, the rabbit obeyed and was soon wearing nothing but a frown. Risha than ordered her to hand over the nurse's uniform, which she proceeded to go through meticulously in search of hidden weapons. In one of the sleeves, she found a garrot-wire, which she put aside, while shaking her head in a mock-disapproving way.

"So tell me" she said, "what's your name?"

The Poodle was so surprised by this question that it took a few seconds before it registered with her. 

"V-Vidia" she stuttered, stumbling on the words. 

"That's a pretty name. I'm Risha, but I have a feeling that you already knew that, am I right?"

"Yes, my client told me your name. Um, could I by any chance have my clothes back? Please?"

"Your clothes? You mean these? But these belong to the hospital and therefore are not your clothes, correct? Besides" she added, toying with the confiscated dagger, "I rather enjoy looking at you."

Vidia's eyes narrowed slightly, so the lynx was one of those people? Perhaps she could pull this job of after all.

"Well" she said, putting her arms behind her neck, so that her small bust stood out. "Perhaps you would like to do something more than look?"

"Sorry" Risha said, pointing the dagger at Vidia. "I'm afraid that I'm neither horny nor stupid enough to let you get closer to me than you already are."

Just then, there were a series of rapid knocks on the door, followed by an unmistakably masculine voice calling out:

"Hey! Why doesn't the door open? Answer me, Risha! What's going on in there?"

"Just a second!" Risha called back. "That would be my so-called body guard" she explained. "Let him in."

"Like this?" Vidia asked aghast, making a sweeping gesture indicating her exposed forms. 

"Like that" Risha said. "Come on, shake that tail" she urged, giving the canine-girl's backside a slap with her short-sword.

Rubbing the spot where the sword had struck, Vidia, muttering curse-words under her breath, went and removed the chair. The Door opened and the hare from the alley became visible. Evidently, he had not expected to be greeted by the sight of a nude woman when coming to check up on his female colleague, but he quickly found his bearings and stepped inside.

"My apologies" he said. "I was not aware you had company. Do you want me to leave so that you can...?"

"She's not a visitor" Risha cut him off. "She was sent her to kill me, but failed and where were you, exactly?"

"I...I had to take a piss. I rushed to the indoor-privies, but all the stalls were occupied, so I went outside into an alley. I rushed back here as quickly as I could, barely gave myself time to give my dick a good shake."

This was not true, after he had finished answering the call of nature, the hare decided to take advantage of being outside by indulging in his tobacco-habit. However, he saw no need to tell Risha that.

"Anyway", he continued, "thing turned out well, didn't they?"

"No thanks to you", the lynx replied acidly. "Take off your shirt and give it to the prisoner."

The Hare removed his shirt and handed it to Vidia, who put it on. It ended just above her knees.

"Now take her out of here."

"You want me to deliver her to the local authorities?"

"No, take her to where Kyros and the others are. Tell Kyros that I want him to keep her under guard. I have plans for her."

"Oh? What plans are those?" As he asked this question, the hare leered at Vidia while stroking his chin.

"Just get her out of here" Risha said, her tone of voice making it clear that she was really not in the mood. "Do you think you can manage that?"

"Yeah, yeah" the hare grumbled. "Uppity bitch" he muttered, sotto voce.

He turned to Vidia.

"Come on, you!" He ordered, giving the failed assassin a light push, which caused her to stumble. "Move it, and no funny business. Remember that I am armed and you are not."

Once she was alone, the calm confidence Risha had displayed until now vanished and her limbs began to tremble. What if, as she had pointed out, Vidia had arrived a bit earlier? If so, her story would probably have ended here. In her imagination, the lynx pictured the shock of the nurse that would have found her corpse, followed by her brother's sorrow when the horrible news was delivered to him. No! She did not want to think of something like that and what was the point in doing so, anyway, when things had turned out well?

Deciding that she needed to take her mind off of things, Risha put the short-sword away and reached for the thin volume that Leorin had given to her during his last visit and opened it.

*****

For many years, whenever Zevedo felt vexed by something, it had been his habit to shut himself in his basement, which served as a laboratory. Usually, playing around with the various mixtures he had on display there and breathing in the weird-smelling fumes, had a relaxing effect on him. However, this day (the day after the events narrated above), the effect was absent, much to Zevedo's frustration.

The Reason for this was, of course, the lack of news from Vidia. Had she finished the job? Or had something gone wrong? Zevedo was not usually one to question his judgement, but he was beginning to wonder if he had done the right thing hiring the poodle.

Just then, there was a knock on the basement-door and the next moment, a squat green-skinned figure appeared at the top of the stairs.

"My apologies for disturbing you, Mis.." the goblin began, in a shreeky voice, then corrected himself: "Master, but a boy just came by with this message. He said that a poodle had paid him to deliver it."

Zevedo's (or more precisely, Merees') heart began to beat faster.

"Give it here" he said eagerly. "Hurry!"

Knowing that keeping his master waiting was never a wise thing to do, the goblin negotiated the steps as quickly as his short legs could manage. Having done this, he held out the envelope to Zevedo who snatched it out of his hand.

Taking no further notice of his servant, Zevedo opened the envelope and took out the letter. It read as follows:

Target has been located and dealt with. Meet me by the cherry-trees in the park, at midnight, with the money. 

- V

PS: As per agreement, I have included, with the letter, proof that the deed has been done. 

Well, well, Zevedo thought. Let us take a look at this proof.

He reached into his envelope and fished out a few strands of hair. Zevedo recognized them immediately: They were hairs from a lynx's ear-tufts. 

At midnight by the cherry-trees, is it? I'll be there.

Zevedo held up the letter and exhaled, turning it into ash.

Chapter 64

 Sara and Leorin exchanged a quick look, before turning their attention back to Risha.

"Sis, are you saying that this person was the Princess' doppleganger?" Leorin asked, hoping that this would turn out to be the case. 

"The Dragon in the park knew Risha's name" Sara pointed out. "Kyros heard her say it."

"So?"

"Think about it, how would a doppleganger know what her name was?"

Leorin had to admit that his girlfriend had a point. 

"I wasn't making myself clear" Risha said. "That was Merees in the park."

"But you just said..." Leorin began to protest, only to be silenced by the look his sister gave him.

"I know what I said. Let me put it to you this way: The Person in the park was Merees. She looked like her and when she spoke, it was with Merees' voice, but at the same time, it wasn't really her, are you following me?"

"What are you saying, Sis? That Merees is possessed or something?" Leorin asked and though he tried to hide it, it was clear that he found this hard to believe

Risha noticed it and was just about to answer, when the doctor appeared in the doorway.

"I'm afraid that this is all the time I can allow you, at least for today" he said. "The Patience is in need of rest."

Leorin nodded to show that he understood.

"We'll come back" he said, giving his sister's paw a light squeeze. "Do you want us to bring you something?"

"Something to read would be nice."

Once she was alone, Risha leaned back against her pillow and stared up at the ceiling.

I suppose I can't blame my brother for being skeptical, she thought. Had I been told this same thing, I would most likely feel the same way. Still, I know that I'm right: Merees, my Merees would never do anything to hurt me. She wouldn't.

She. Wouldn't.

*****

The Clientele gathered in the shady tavern looked up from their tankards and stared at the person who had just stepped inside. 

Their surprise was understandable, this was not the type of establishment frequented by women, except for those belonging to a certain line of work and even then, they were usually accompanied by a man. This woman was alone and, judging from the way she dressed, not a member of the world's oldest profession. Furthermore and this was by far the most notable thing about her, she was a dragon.

The Dragon made her way confidently up to the bar, where the patrons, usually not known for gentlemanly behavior, made room for her. One of them tentatively reached out to touch the area below her tail, but thought better of it and withdrew his paw before it made contact.

"What's yer poison?" Asked the boar behind the bar, he seemed to be the only one unaffected by the stranger's presence.

"Absinthe" came the reply.

The Dragon got her drink and downed it in one gulp. She then put down the required amount of coins next to the empty.

"Anything else?" 

"As a matter of fact, there is. I have a problem that needs to be taken care of. I have heard that this is a place where you can find competent problem-solvers. If you catch my drift."

She put down another coin on the table.

The Bartender was not about to ask were the dragon had heard these things. Instead, he let the coin disappear into his pocket and pointed to a lone table at the other end of the room. Without a word, the dragon headed towards it.

Some time later, Zevedo left the tavern and began his walk back home. As he traversed the steets, he thought back on last night. He had to admit that the appearance of the lynx had taken him by a surprise. Last time he had seen her had been five years ago, at the slave-market where he had purchased the body he was now making use of. 

At the time, he had been completely unaware of the relationship between the lynx and the original owner of his new body. Though the words the lynx had screamed after him when he left the market with his purchase, should have given him a clue. He had never expected to see the lynx again, so he had not taken her threats seriously. As a matter of fact, they had sounded like music to his ears at the time, the impotent menaces of some female who would no doubt end up in a brothel somewhere. So, what circumstances could have lead to her ending up here, on a completely different continent and, judging by appearance, a free woman?

He would have killed her last night and he had almost succeeded, but had been prevented from doing so. From out of the darkness, a group of ruffians appeared, carrying weapons in their paws. No doubt it was Fuchul who had hired them in order to intimidate him.

 On the subject of Fuchul, apparently that well had run dry. Of course, it was bound to happen eventually, but it was a shame, nonetheless. 

Since he was still getting used to his new body, Zevedo had decided not to take the risk of partaking in combat against several foes at once. Fortunately, he had made it a habit to always carry some homemade flare-bombs on his person. By the time Fuchul's hired thugs had regained the use of their eyes, he had already disappeared into the night. 

It was not only outside interference that had saved the lynx's life. At first, Zevedo had rejoiced at the ease with which his new claws had pierced her fur, flesh and bone. However, his joy swiftly gave way to another sensation: One much less pleasant.

Although he was in full control of his new body, Zevedo knew that he was not alone in it. Its former owner was still there. Usually, her presence could barely be felt, but last night, he had sensed it grow stronger. It had only lasted for a brief moment, but it had been enough to cause Zevedo serious concern. 

Doubtlessly, the lynx's comrades had taken her to a hospital. Zevedo knew that he had to take her out, before she had the chance to recuperate from her wounds and go in search for him again. Of course, he could not do it by himself. For one thing, even if he was successful, there was a high possibility that killing the lynx with his own hands would cause  the former owner to awaken and regain control of her body. He could not allow such a catastrophe to happen, especially since he had already disposed of his old form.

A good thing then that he knew at least few waterholes in town where one could find people who was willing to do anything for the right prize. had only taken him a few minutes with the assassin he had met at the tavern to realize that this was the person for the job. He had paid half in advance and would pay the other half upon confirmation that the deed had been done. 

Afterwards, he would leave this town. There was nothing left for him here and besides, there was a whole world out there and now, he had many centuries ahead of him in which to see and eventually own it all.

Cancelled Comics

 When it comes to comics, I can think of few things that bum me out more than when a title that I like ends up being abandoned by its creator(s). I know that there are always reasons for why this happens, but that does not stop it from being disappointing.

For example, take one of the comics I've written about on this blog before: District 14 (original title: Cité 14) , by Pierre Gabus & Romuald Reutimann. Its been years since Season Two (in case you wonder, the volumes of District 14 are called 'seasons') came out and, aside from some artwork, there has not been a word of a Season Three. Yes, I am well aware that The Fantastic Voyage of Lady Rozenbuilt is sometimes listed as the third season, but as far as I'm concerned, it shouldn't be: Lady Rozenbuilt, while perfectly good, was a prequel/spin-off, focusing on the character of Captain Bigoodee and his past. It didn't advance the actual main story in any way. 

That said, although their title languishes in comic-book limbo and its disappointing that we will most likely never get another comic featuring Michael, Hector, Vanita and all the other inhabitants of the District, Gabus and Reutimann did resolve some of their plot-threads, so they did not leave their readers completely hanging.

A better (or worse, depending on how one looks at things) example is another French comic: La Guilde de la Mer (The Guild of the Sea), by Nancy Pena. Set in an archipelagic world of several kingdoms, all populated by various races anthropomorphic animals, the comic focuses on the titular guild whose merchants are the only ones allowed to travel between the various nations.

La Guilde de la Mer is a comic that has a lot going for it, its biggest strength, in my opinion, being its world-building. Pena's fictional world is a fascinating place and its clear that she has put a lot of thought in it. The Characters that populate this world, while not among the greatest I've encountered in comics, are nonetheless engaging enough for me to be invested in them. 

Unfortunately, La Guilde de la Mer was cancelled after only two 48 page volumes (the standard format for European comics), meaning that all the intriguing plot-points Nancy Pena set up, including one about the protagonist's mother becoming the leader of a gang of criminals, will never be resolved. Story-wise, La Guilde de la Mer is all set-up with no payoff and as such, I can not in good conscience recommend it to my readers, much as I would like to.

I honestly don't know why La Guilde de la Mer did not sell well enough. Its not as if the French are strangers to the concept of comics not featuring any human characters, nor was Nancy Pena a newcomer on the scene when she made it. Whatever the reason, it failed to find traction with the public and that is a shame.

Bone

 Way, way back in the 90's, when I was but a child, I remember that during a visit to the local library, I spotted a comic that I did not recognize. Its cover depicted a young girl, standing in a forest, surrounded by hairy red-eyed creatures, while carrying a white, cartoony-looking figure under her arm. Intrigued, I checked the comic out and thus, was introduced to Bone by Jeff Smith, in its Swedish translation.

There were two attempts to launch Bone over here, made by two separate publishers and neither of them seemed to have met with much success, because neither of them got farther than the third volume in the series (as a quick side-note, I should mention that the Swedish translation divided each of the original English-language volumes into two).  Sometime later, when my English skills had grown sufficiently, I bought two of the volumes that were never published over here: The Dragon-Slayer and Rock Jaw: Master of the Eastern Border. Then, I got into other comics and Bone fell to the side.

Until now, that is. For years I had been aware that all nine volumes of Bone (not counting prequels and spin-offs) had been published in one heavy tome, aptly titled Bone: One-Volume Edition and after having it sitting on my list of 'things that I'll get to, eventually' for a long time, I finally procured a copy. Meaning that, after left it on-hold since my teenage years, I have finally finished Bone. Was it worth it? Read on and find out.

For those of you unfamiliar with Bone, the titular characters are the three cousins, Fone Bone (sensible, altruistic, dependable), Smiley Bone (carefree, happy-go-lucky) and Phoncible P. Bone a.k.a. Phoney (selfish and greedy), all of whom looks like they have stepped out of some old-school cartoon or comic-strip. At the beginning of the comic, the cousins find themselves lost in the desert, having been chased out of their hometown Boneville (a place we never get to see, but which I always pictured being similiar to Duckburg), after Phoney's attempt at being elected mayor ended in disaster.  

Soon, the three of them end up in an unknown valley, populated by all sorts of creatures, including humans. It is here that we meet Thorn, a young girl who lives alone with his grand-mother, Rose, a tough-as-nails old lady whose main hobby is to race against cows. There's also the gruff tavern-keeper Lucius, in whose establishment, Phoney and Smiley soon find themselves washing dishes in order to pay off their debt, the unflappable red dragon, Ted the talking bug and many others. 

Characterization (at least early on, more on that a few paragraphs down) is one of Bone's chief strength. Pretty much all the characters the Bones encounter in the valley have distinct personalities and while not all of them are deep, nuanced characters, they are nonetheless very memorable

As for the artwork, it is lovely to look at. Smith has a real knack for visual storytelling and while Bone has a lot of dialogue (most of it really good), he knows when to let the images do the talking. 

I should point out that I read the comic in black & white. I know there's a colorized version of Bone, but I prefer it this way. in my opinion, Smith's art needs color about as much as Hugo Pratt's does.

Story-wise, Bone starts out fairly light-hearted and humorous, with Phoney and Smiley and their get-rich-quick schemes being the primary source for comedy, although far from the only one. 

It soon becomes clear though, that dark forces are at work in the valley and as the comic progresses, Bone takes a more serious turn. Although the comedic elements never disappear completely.

For all it does right, Bone is not without its weaknesses. Personally, I found the second half of the story to be less consistently engaging than what came before it, though it certainly not bad by any means. Smith introduces a whole slew of new characters and while there's nothing wrong with that, none of these newcomers leave much of an impression. I can think of other comics that have handled an expanding cast better.

I also found myself disappointed by the ending. I won't go into the reason why, because that would entail spoilers. I may do a follow-up post where I discuss it in more detail, but for now, I'll just say that I did not care for it.

Bone originally ended in 2004 (although Smith has returned to its world from time to time, most recently in 2016) and its creator has since worked on other comics. However, this is the one he will always be remembered for and for good reasons. While it may not be the unabashed masterpiece it sometimes held up to be (I certainly don't think its one of the ten best graphic novels ever as Time Magazine claimed) Bone is, at its best, a terrific comic; highly recommended and well worth checking out.