Monday, October 20, 2008

“You are kind, Father.” The consort, ashen faced, looked up from where she was propped up by pillows of the high bed. “I am very sorry. I had such fond hopes that this time . . . . It would make your work a great deal more easy. Now . . . Now everyone will know, and I am sure it will get about this is not the first and matters will be more difficult.”

*An heir makes little impact on those that attack or those I may trust. My friendly remain trustworthy, the untrustworthy remain untrustworthy.” Father paused a moment, and continued: “There are few of the former and over many of the latter.”

“You meet with the officer later today, do you not?” the consort forced the question.


“And have you decided your course of action? Firm in your decisions:”

“He did complete the assignment. He did perform beyond all expectations. I will reward him as he deserves. You knew that. What else can I do? Shorten his terms of service as well? I would dislike losing such a valuable individual.”

“He stands above others so greatly?”

“He was successful where the staff and members of our neighbor country were being roundly defeated. He possesses something others do not. Our most dedicated advisor indicates this officer is salvation. I am not sure his talents extend to the supernatural, but he certainly approaches that definition.” Father gazed upon his exhausted consort. “What would you have me do?”

“Tell your senior advisor you want him in the audience chamber, out of sight, for just a moment when the officer enters to observe him. Just for a moment before you speak. Then question the senior advisor after as to his judgment. That should tell you what you need to know.”

“And then what?” Father reached down and smoothed back his consorts hair, caressed her cheek. “I am tiring you. I should not do so.”

“And then what? Have the officer be given a tour of the palace. Of all the palace.”

“You think then, that will reveal –”

“There are . . . “ she flinched from movement, “the officer could be as Brother, your senior advisor, or as we surmise, a man of principle and action doing as he believes best, even with other desires. I believe we reach a nexus. Whatever happens will tell much. If the officer is merely a good man, he will receive his rewards and return home. If more, then he will act upon what he sees, or not. If he is more, then the senior advisor may, himself act. You must give the situation time; prepare, in the officers presence, a message for his overall commander in the province. Then be prepared to act as necessary.” She grimaced. “I . . am very tired. . .so very tired.”

The Father touched the bedside caller, then bent to his consorts ear. “I am sorry. I did not mean to tire you so.”

“I like your . . . Visits.”

Father stroked her arm, and they waited.”

From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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