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Wednesday, July 13, 1971
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have been cleared for take-off. Please be seated and fasten your seatbelts. Stewardesses, please secure the aircraft for take-off,” the voice over the intercom announced.
Most of us were still a little bleary-eyed, as we scrambled to find a seat and get buckled. Yesterday had been a very full day with a trip out to Oahu’s North Shore, where we explored the Waimea Valley, including a botanical garden and the beautiful Waimea Falls. That was followed by swimming and a picnic on Waimea Beach.
On our way back to the hotel, we had stopped to visit the Kapālama campus of the famous Kamehameha School. Ileana’s mom, Queen Kalani, had made the request of us when she found out we would be laying over in Honolulu. The campus had been referred to her by Secretary of State Rogers during discussions of a similar campus to be built on Tapato.
“Aloha. Welcome to Kamehameha School,” said the young lady who greeted our coach. “My name is Makani, and I am the assistant to the administrator. I am sorry she could not be here to greet you personally, however, she asked me to share our fine school with you and try to answer any questions you might have.”
I introduced myself and my mate, Ileana, and then the rest of my family and thanked her for allowing us to interrupt their school day.
“Nonsense!” Makani laughed. “Do you not relish an interruption of your own school day? Besides, it is not every day we are visited by royalty.”
A half dozen students surrounded Makani as she spoke. The girls curtsied and the boys bowed when Makani introduced Ileana and I, then, dividing our large family into smaller groups, we set out on our tour.
Makani was the guide for my group which included Ileana, Eve, Izzy, Jessica, and Hanna. Several students, ranging in age from about seven or eight up to mid-teens also accompanied us. They were all talking excitedly among themselves as we walked across the campus, but quieted when Makani began to talk to us.
“The Kamehameha School was established in 1887 as an all-boys school, under the terms of the will of Bernice Pauahi Bishop, a descendant of Kamehameha the Great and a member of the House of Kamehameha. The 600 acre Kapālama campus opened in 1931 and became coeducational in 1965, merging with its long established girls school.
“As one of the most well-endowed schools in America, (the school’s endowment is rumored to surpass the endowments of Harvard and Yale ... combined), the self-sufficient private boarding school allows only Hawaiian students. And while we teach our classes in English, focusing primarily on college prep, we try to enhance those curriculums with extensive teachings in Hawaiian culture, language, and practices, preserving and encouraging the continuation of Hawaii’s traditions.”
As we continued our tour, I felt a nagging sensation in the back of my brain, but dismissed it as Makani stopped us to tell us the story of yet another building. As we resumed, I forgot all about it.
“This seems like such a huge campus for so few students,” Jessica noted.
“Oh, we’re in the midst of our summer break. However, we do offer a scaled back curriculum for students who choose to stay the summer,” Makani explained.
“So these students stay here all year round?”
“Unfortunately, some of them do not have families to return home to,” Makani said sadly.
As we got ready to say our goodbyes and re-board our chartered coach, a larger delegation of students approached us tentatively. Comprised mostly of girls, with a scattering of boys, they seemed to range in age from six to eighteen. Then, on some unseen cue, they began to sing to us in their native Hawaiian.
“I have to leave my heart and go away,” Makani translated softly as the students sang, “ ... to a land across the fairest sea...”
When they finished, our group applauded wildly. Then, one of the younger girls who had accompanied our group on the tour, approached me holding a string of flowers in her hand. When she looked up at me without speaking, I quickly knelt so that our eyes might be at a level.
“Aloha, Prince Michael,” she said reaching to place the lei around my neck. Then, looking directly into my eyes, she smiled at me.
The nagging sensation was back, but I couldn’t focus on it as I was captivated by those large brown eyes that seemed to look straight into my soul. I was so distracted that I was only vaguely aware of the other students approaching each of my family and friends, repeating the ritual.
On impulse, I opened my arms to the young Hawaiian girl. After only a brief pause, she flung her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly.
“My name is Michael,” I told her. “What’s your name?”
“Anela,” was her cautious reply.
“Anela is such a pretty name,” I told her.
The smile that crossed her face could have lit up half of Honolulu.
“Tell me, Anela, what do you want to be when you grow up?” I asked.
“I want to be a princess!” she replied with a huge grin. Then wrapping her hands around my neck, she kissed my cheek. “Aloha Keiki aliʻi. Wau ia ‘oe,” Anela added before turning and running back to the rest of her group.
Makani just grinned when I raised my eyebrows, questioning.
“She said, ‘Goodbye my prince. I love you!’” Makani translated, raising a hand to her mouth to cover the grin that accompanied her translation. But she couldn’t cover the surprise in her eyes.
Out of curiosity, I did a quick scan. Then I turned to look for Anela, the nagging sensation in the back of my head had just become greater. She was standing there on the steps as the other students streamed back into the school. The sensation in my head grew stronger as our eyes met. There was a silent message in her eyes as I quickly scanned her.
“Oh, oh!” I thought.
Then in my most courtly manner, I bowed. She giggled, then holding the hem of her uniform, she placed one small foot just ahead of the other and curtsied. Then she turned and scurried to catch up with her friends who were all talking excitedly about what had just happened.
“I’m impressed, Your Highness,” Makani stated.
“Impressed?” I asked, not understanding what she was referring to.
“Anela’s story is not a happy one. Since she came here, she has always been very, ah ... withdrawn. We’ve seen her interact with only a handful of the other students and teachers, and then, only after she had taken a long time to get comfortable doing so. You are the first stranger that she has ever given a lei to, much less a hug,” Makani explained.
Distracted by what had happened, I couldn’t think of any way to respond, so I simply thanked our hostess for a wonderful tour. Then I headed for the bus.
“Is she going to be another of your women?” Kip teased as we boarded the bus.
“How old is Anela?” Izzy asked. Leave it to my attorney to bring up the legal stuff. But I didn’t bother to answer them. I was busy sorting out all I had felt as I scanned Anela.
Of course, the quips and jokes on the bus lasted all the way back to the hotel. But I found a seat to myself, erected my shield, and stared out the window. Most of my family somehow knew I wanted to be alone and avoided me.
What I didn’t tell anyone was that just for a flash, I had sensed a connection with the young Hawaiian girl. However, I felt that if anything were to come of it, it would be in the future. And that it would all work out somehow.
“Aloha, Anela,” I whispered.
“Aloha, my prince,” came the faint reply.
On our return, we were treated to another luau, hosted by the hotel, just for our family. Evidently Narvenia’s exploits of the previous day had already become legendary as almost everyone who was of age, was drinking Mai-Tai’s. And if this morning’s hangovers were any indication, quite a few of the underaged attendees somehow found a way to sample the exotic drink.
“C’mon, Michael,” Grace said as she and Vickie led me towards the back of the plane.
“Oh, goody!” I thought as I figured out our destination. I had not participated in the ritual of the Mai-Tai’s and consequently had gone to bed sober and alone. So I was ready to try out my flying bedroom again. “Besides, this might be my last chance if Uncle Harry can’t negotiate a good price for it.”
“Oh, this may be your last flight,” giggled Adriana, “but, you’re still not going to get to try out that flying bed for a while.”
Right before you entered my bedroom/office was what looked like a mini-conference table with six chairs. Adriana was already seated with three stacks of papers in front of her. Grace and Vickie quickly seated themselves at the table with Adriana.
“Darn,” I said with a faux groan. “No flying bedroom for now, huh?”
“With great power comes great responsibility,” intoned Catherine as she slid into the seat beside Adriana. “And after your team is through going over your paperwork, I’m going to call a meeting of all the board members that are on the flight.”
The flight to Tapato was almost six hours. But with the mountain of paperwork, a very extravagant (for an airplane) lunch, and then the board meeting, the nap with some of my girls looked like it might not happen, I realized when I looked at the clock on the galley wall as I made my way towards the bedroom.
“Only an hour before we land. Won’t be much of a nap,” I thought.
Suddenly, Ileana, Abby, Nicky, and Eve joined me as I made my way to the flying bedroom.
“Oh, goody!” I thought as I figured out that I wouldn’t have to nap alone.
“I’m really sorry, my mate, however, I’m afraid we will not have time for fun and games. We have to get you ready,” Ileana said.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Dummy! You’re going to be meeting your people for the first time,” Eve explained. “And you certainly don’t want to do it dressed like that!”
Then Abby and Nicky began stripping me while Ileana opened a trunk I had not noticed and began handing out items to Eve.
“Go get in the shower,” Nicky instructed.
“By myself?” I whined.
“Michael!” she replied sternly. “We don’t have time for that!”
“And be sure to shave,” Ileana added as I closed the door.
When I returned, my bedroom seemed even more crowded. I noted Shelby was in the corner with the new camera they bought in New York.
“For posterity,” Shelby said with a smirk as Nicky removed the towel I had wrapped around my waist.
Then the chaos began as they had me trying on at least five different shirt and slacks combinations. I felt like a Ken doll at a twelve year old’s slumber party, as they all got in on ‘dress-the-prince’. However, when Grace walked in the door and handed Ileana three more boxes, I called a halt to the games.
“Enough!” I said firmly over the excited chatter. “Everyone out!”
Interestingly, they all seemed to glance at Ileana before they began slowly exiting my flying bedroom.
“Will that be all, my prince?” Ileana asked after the others had left.
“Is what I am now wearing sufficient to meet Kalani and the people of Tapato?” I asked.
“Sufficient ... yes,” Ileana said softly. “But I am afraid it will speak poorly of me and my efforts to prepare you for your first audience.”
It occurred to me that my privileges as a Royal Prince would also bear great responsibilities. Remembering what had happened in the shower back at the ranch when Kalani and A’komi were getting me ready for the mating ceremony, I drew myself erect and as kindly as possible I told Ileana, “I am a man of Tapato. Do as you see fit.”
Surprised, Ileana came to me and hugged me to her. “Thank you for understanding, my prince,” she whispered. Then stepping away, she looked me up and down. Turning to another smaller and more ornate trunk, she began undoing the fastenings. Finding what she was looking for, she quickly stepped into the bathroom.
“Would you ask Abby, Sandy, Hanna, and Adriana to attend us?” she called from behind the closed door. I quickly connected to them, relaying Ileana’s request. When they were in the bedroom and the door to the rest of the cabin closed, the door to the bathroom opened and Ileana stepped out.
I think that my “Holy shit!” drowned out the gasps and mummers of the other four. But it was Abby who said it best when she said “By all the saints on the mountains, Ileana. You’re beautiful!”
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