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“Lazio denHarveth and Barolo denSath, ambassadors from his Imperial Majesty, Shah Armand of Rajfahar, seek audience with Lady Patra vanDraco conAgri.”
As the men walked forward, Pahpey signaled the captain, and he closed the doors to the hall, but positioned himself on the inside, as a guard.
Even before they said anything, I could tell that something was very wrong. It was as if I were seeing something, and yet not seeing something at the same time. As if there was something or someone following behind them. It was very disconcerting. I couldn’t tell if this was real or if it was an emanation from the crown.
The men were definitely Rajfaharans. They were tall, slender and handsome as their people tend to be. They both looked to be in their late forties or early fifties in age. Their skin tones were medium brown. Their hair was short, curly brown with a few streaks of grey. Their clothing was elegant but modest. Lazio wore a red embroidered silk coat over his yellow silk kaftan and sirwals. Barolo wore a dark blue embroidered silk coat over his gray silk kaftan and sirwals.
They came forward towards me, bowed deeply and gracefully, and, straightening, Lazio said, “Your Ladyship, we bring greetings to you from our master, Shah Armand. He sends his regrets and apologies to you. If he had but known who you were, he assures you that your treatment would have been entirely different.” I heard Donal snicker. Lazio’s face went from pleasant to hostile and back to pleasant in an instant. He took a deep breath and continued. “Be that as it may, since you have given birth to his child, he sends his thanks to you for such a precious gift and wishes to unburden you of the child’s care and, undoubtedly, the constant reminder of your stay in Rajfahar. It is his wish that his child be brought up in the proper Rajfaharan manner and under his protection. We are here to negotiate and facilitate his wishes.”
“I am sure that his Majesty has the best of intentions,” said Pahpey, with an edge to his voice that told me that he was angry but under control. “But for him to imply that the wife of my grandson had an immoral relationship with him goes beyond the boundaries of acceptability. He raped my granddaughter and got her with child against her will. I don’t want to hear anything more about this ‘gift’ malarkey.”
“Oh, no, no, no!” replied Barolo vehemently. “That is not what his Majesty wishes to imply! I am sure that it is our poor choice of words. Do not blame our master for our imperfect presentation!”
“Nonetheless,” interjected Donal. “This message in and of itself implies both that my wife had consensual sex with him and that she, therefore, is a poor mother who cannot be trusted to raise his child properly.”
“No! Absolutely not!” argued Barolo. “He just desires that his son be raised under his tutelage and in the manner befitting the future Shah of Rajfahar. Is that so hard to understand?”
”Who has told you that the child is a boy?” demanded Pahpey.
“Um…” gulped Barolo.
“The Shah has been searching for his child ever since Lady Patra’s disappearance. Informants have sent word to him that the child was born and he was male,” answered Lazio.
“And did these informants tell him who she was and where to find her?” snarled Pahpey.
“Not entirely. His Majesty was devastated by her Ladyship’s disappearance. But it wasn’t until he visited an art gallery in Rajfahar Capital that we finally got a clue as to where she might have gone. Some sculptor had done a likeness of her that eventually brought us to search in Alfaria.”
“Oh Ghod!” Donal paled and swore under his breath, when he realized what had happened.
“But the fact remains that Lady Patra, my granddaughter,” continued Pahpey, “never wanted to be in Rajfahar and was held there against her will. It is her wish that she nevermore be contacted by anyone from Rajfahar or reminded again of the shameful treatment that she received there.”
“That can certainly be done, once the Shah’s son had been given into our care.” said Barolo, placatingly.
“Absolutely not!” declared Pahpey. “That is totally out of the question!”
While this exchange was going on, that strange feeling continued to disturb me. In fact, it seemed to be coming towards me. Fear started to fill me. I had to do something.
“Halt!” I screamed out loud, putting up my left hand, palm away from me. “Do not come near me.”
But the shadow came closer.
I then asked the crown, “Reveal that which is hidden.”
***Acceptance***
A golden light emerged from my upraised palm and spread out in front of me like a mist. It gathered around a form about seven feet away from me and it coalesced. The form screamed and the light grew brighter and brighter, until the form materialized and revealed Florazelle, the Shah’s mother.
She screamed again trying to shake off the light. When I put down my hand, the light stopped and she was freed. Her once beautiful face was suffused with rage. “I want my grandson and I want him NOW!” she shouted.
“No! You will never have him!” I shouted back at her.
“Why you little ungrateful b…” she started to yell as she once again tried to approach me. But she was unable to finish her sentence as I had raised my palm up again. Fear replaced her rage and she backed away.
“Captain!” Pahpey commanded. “Please call in the guards. Escort these … people out of the compound. This audience is over!”
“NO!” cried Florazelle. “Please let me at least see him? Please? I am begging you?” She got done on her knees and started pleading.
“I am sorry, Florazelle.” I said coldly. “If you had come to me openly, face to face, and asked from one mother to another, I had been prepared to let you see him. But your deceitful subterfuge tells me that you intended to abduct him from the beginning. I … WILL … NOT … ALLOW … THIS!” I could feel rage starting to overwhelm me and I tried to suppress it. “I will protect my son from you with every fiber of my being. You will never see him! EVER! If you try once more to abduct him, I will place him somewhere where you will never find him. The thought of you raising my son so nauseates me that I would rather see him DEAD, than have him brought up by you. HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?”
I then signaled the guards to escort them out. Captain Quinton and six of his guards came forward and started to drag Florazelle to her feet. “Don’t you touch me!” she screamed at them. The two ambassadors ran forward and helped her up. Florazelle started to scream something back at me, but the men quickly grabbed her and hustled her out of the room, the house and the compound. They got back into their waiting carriage and drove off.
I watched them leave from the windows of the great hall. I began to shake uncontrollably and to cry. If Donal hadn’t been standing next to me and holding me, I probably would have collapsed to the floor.
Our eggs:
§ § Our hatchlings:
§ § § § § “Lazio denHarveth and Barolo denSath, ambassadors from his Imperial Majesty, Shah Armand of Rajfahar, seek audience with Lady Patra vanDraco conAgri.”
As the men walked forward, Pahpey signaled the captain, and he closed the doors to the hall, but positioned himself on the inside, as a guard.
Even before they said anything, I could tell that something was very wrong. It was as if I were seeing something, and yet not seeing something at the same time. As if there was something or someone following behind them. It was very disconcerting. I couldn’t tell if this was real or if it was an emanation from the crown.
The men were definitely Rajfaharans. They were tall, slender and handsome as their people tend to be. They both looked to be in their late forties or early fifties in age. Their skin tones were medium brown. Their hair was short, curly brown with a few streaks of grey. Their clothing was elegant but modest. Lazio wore a red embroidered silk coat over his yellow silk kaftan and sirwals. Barolo wore a dark blue embroidered silk coat over his gray silk kaftan and sirwals.
They came forward towards me, bowed deeply and gracefully, and, straightening, Lazio said, “Your Ladyship, we bring greetings to you from our master, Shah Armand. He sends his regrets and apologies to you. If he had but known who you were, he assures you that your treatment would have been entirely different.” I heard Donal snicker. Lazio’s face went from pleasant to hostile and back to pleasant in an instant. He took a deep breath and continued. “Be that as it may, since you have given birth to his child, he sends his thanks to you for such a precious gift and wishes to unburden you of the child’s care and, undoubtedly, the constant reminder of your stay in Rajfahar. It is his wish that his child be brought up in the proper Rajfaharan manner and under his protection. We are here to negotiate and facilitate his wishes.”
“I am sure that his Majesty has the best of intentions,” said Pahpey, with an edge to his voice that told me that he was angry but under control. “But for him to imply that the wife of my grandson had an immoral relationship with him goes beyond the boundaries of acceptability. He raped my granddaughter and got her with child against her will. I don’t want to hear anything more about this ‘gift’ malarkey.”
“Oh, no, no, no!” replied Barolo vehemently. “That is not what his Majesty wishes to imply! I am sure that it is our poor choice of words. Do not blame our master for our imperfect presentation!”
“Nonetheless,” interjected Donal. “This message in and of itself implies both that my wife had consensual sex with him and that she, therefore, is a poor mother who cannot be trusted to raise his child properly.”
“No! Absolutely not!” argued Barolo. “He just desires that his son be raised under his tutelage and in the manner befitting the future Shah of Rajfahar. Is that so hard to understand?”
”Who has told you that the child is a boy?” demanded Pahpey.
“Um…” gulped Barolo.
“The Shah has been searching for his child ever since Lady Patra’s disappearance. Informants have sent word to him that the child was born and he was male,” answered Lazio.
“And did these informants tell him who she was and where to find her?” snarled Pahpey.
“Not entirely. His Majesty was devastated by her Ladyship’s disappearance. But it wasn’t until he visited an art gallery in Rajfahar Capital that we finally got a clue as to where she might have gone. Some sculptor had done a likeness of her that eventually brought us to search in Alfaria.”
“Oh Ghod!” Donal paled and swore under his breath, when he realized what had happened.
“But the fact remains that Lady Patra, my granddaughter,” continued Pahpey, “never wanted to be in Rajfahar and was held there against her will. It is her wish that she nevermore be contacted by anyone from Rajfahar or reminded again of the shameful treatment that she received there.”
“That can certainly be done, once the Shah’s son had been given into our care.” said Barolo, placatingly.
“Absolutely not!” declared Pahpey. “That is totally out of the question!”
While this exchange was going on, that strange feeling continued to disturb me. In fact, it seemed to be coming towards me. Fear started to fill me. I had to do something.
“Halt!” I screamed out loud, putting up my left hand, palm away from me. “Do not come near me.”
But the shadow came closer.
I then asked the crown, “Reveal that which is hidden.”
***Acceptance***
A golden light emerged from my upraised palm and spread out in front of me like a mist. It gathered around a form about seven feet away from me and it coalesced. The form screamed and the light grew brighter and brighter, until the form materialized and revealed Florazelle, the Shah’s mother.
She screamed again trying to shake off the light. When I put down my hand, the light stopped and she was freed. Her once beautiful face was suffused with rage. “I want my grandson and I want him NOW!” she shouted.
“No! You will never have him!” I shouted back at her.
“Why you little ungrateful b…” she started to yell as she once again tried to approach me. But she was unable to finish her sentence as I had raised my palm up again. Fear replaced her rage and she backed away.
“Captain!” Pahpey commanded. “Please call in the guards. Escort these … people out of the compound. This audience is over!”
“NO!” cried Florazelle. “Please let me at least see him? Please? I am begging you?” She got done on her knees and started pleading.
“I am sorry, Florazelle.” I said coldly. “If you had come to me openly, face to face, and asked from one mother to another, I had been prepared to let you see him. But your deceitful subterfuge tells me that you intended to abduct him from the beginning. I … WILL … NOT … ALLOW … THIS!” I could feel rage starting to overwhelm me and I tried to suppress it. “I will protect my son from you with every fiber of my being. You will never see him! EVER! If you try once more to abduct him, I will place him somewhere where you will never find him. The thought of you raising my son so nauseates me that I would rather see him DEAD, than have him brought up by you. HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?”
I then signaled the guards to escort them out. Captain Quinton and six of his guards came forward and started to drag Florazelle to her feet. “Don’t you touch me!” she screamed at them. The two ambassadors ran forward and helped her up. Florazelle started to scream something back at me, but the men quickly grabbed her and hustled her out of the room, the house and the compound. They got back into their waiting carriage and drove off.
I watched them leave from the windows of the great hall. I began to shake uncontrollably and to cry. If Donal hadn’t been standing next to me and holding me, I probably would have collapsed to the floor.
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