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Wednesday, July 13, 1971
It took us quite some time to make our way through the throng of Tapatoans, to a small covered grandstand on the side of the airfield that had been erected to protect the queen and her party from the mid-day sun. When my family had all reached the queen’s covered pavilion, I bowed low, as did the rest of my party.
“Welcome home, my daughter,” Kalani said as she stepped to the front edge of the platform.
“I am glad to be home, and delighted to see that the Queen, my Mother, is well,” Ileana replied as she bowed her head to the monarch.
Then to me the Queen said, “Welcome to Tapato, Crown Prince Michael!”
“I too, am glad to be here, Your Majesty, and I am looking forward to serving the Crown and the wonderful people of Tapato!” I told her just like Ileana had coached me to say. The crowd, or at least those that heard me, cheered. Ileana smiled as I stepped back into line.
And so it went down the line as Kalani welcomed each of the others. Then, turning to the large crowd, she gestured to the people as she proclaimed, “The Royal Nation of Tapato is pleased to welcome home her daughter and the crown prince and his family and friends. Please help me make them feel welcome.”
This was supposed to mark the end of the official welcoming ceremony and the beginning of the receiving line to meet the gathered dignitaries and other important people of Tapato. However, Mikeya couldn’t wait any longer and jumped from the small platform, her arms around my neck as she kissed me.
I caught her and held her in my arms, as I opened my heart to her for the first time in a long time.
“Michael!” thought Catherine, Vickie, and Anna all at the same time.
“Oh, it is all right,” the queen told them. “Tapatoans are no strangers to affairs of the heart!”
Mikeya slid slowly down until her toes touched solid ground, then kissing her upturned face once more, I asked her, “Okay, what’s next?”
Kalani didn’t miss a beat as she immediately introduced the ladies of her cabinet who were on the podium with her, followed by another dozen or so dignitaries. After I was introduced, Mikeya would then start them down the line, meeting the rest of my family. Finally, Kalani led me over to a small, bent man, who had sat on a small stool throughout the entire proceedings just to the side of the viewing stand.
To everyone else, Kalani had used my formal titles. But to this man she said simply, “Michael, this is my papa. Papa, this is the one. The one who found your inscription.”
I knew immediately that he was the one who had carved the simple but elegant pendant I wore around my neck. Without saying a word, I drew myself up and arms stiff to my sides, I offered him my most noble bow, holding it as the crowd fell quiet around me. Then, as I straightened, I simply pulled the necklace from inside my shirt for him to see.
His response was in Tapatoan, so the queen translated for me.
“He says that you must be the son of the gods, and that he is humbled that you would wear the work of one so ... I think your word would be insignificant, ... that you would wear the work of one so insignificant so close to your heart.”
“Help me, Ileana,” I thought to her. “How do I say favored grandfather?”
“Sha-mah ah-hah-lean-e fa-ma mon pat-teeta-e,” she thought back quickly.
“Sha-mah ah-hah-lean-e fa-ma mon pat-teeta-e,” I told the old man. (I am honored, Favored Grandfather). “And please tell him for me that anyone who could bring forth a treasure such as yourself could never be thought of as insignificant,” I told Kalani, who immediately started translating until she realized what I had said.
Stopping in mid-translation, she looked at me with loving eyes as she finished my words for her papa. Then to me she thought, “I told him that you said that anyone who could ‘carve’ such a treasure could never be thought of as insignificant.”
Mikeya and Kalani both remained by my side now as more of Kalani’s people along with many of the Americans from the State Department now came forward to introduce themselves. Meanwhile, I noticed that my entire family had lined up to meet Kalani’s papa. I was pleased to see that Ileana had remained at his side, making the introductions and serving as her grandfather’s translator.
Finally, with the introductions concluded, we were shepherded to several waiting vehicles, including a pair of school buses, that took us across the island to the capital city of Manatiku. As we rode, I couldn’t help but notice all the construction going on around the city and commented on it to Kalani.
“Our local infrastructure is getting a much needed facelift,” Kalani told me. “Thanks to the generosity of the Wagner Foundation, and all the money being spent by the United States government on the new military base going in on the northern end of the island.”
“Oh yes, Michael. Soon we will break ground on the new hospital and would like to name it after your parents since the money came from the foundation that honors their names,” Mikeya told us.
“Does Nicky or my grandmother know this?” I asked.
“Not yet. We wanted to discuss it with you and get your approval first,” Mikeya said.
“You have my blessings, but could we keep the name a secret for a little longer?” I asked.
“Certainly, but we’ll need to announce it at the groundbreaking,” she added.
“We are also making plans for a school, similar to the one I ask you to visit in Honolulu that will focus on preparing our students for college while reminding them of their proud heritage here on Tapato,” Kalani said. “Did you get to visit the campus while you were there?”
I quickly filled her in on our visit to the Kamehameha School, telling her we would discuss it at length later. I couldn’t help but smile as I remembered little Anela and her proclamation of one day becoming a princess. Once again, I proved that just because someone is given special powers doesn’t always mean they received the wisdom to use them. But that part of the story is for later.
The pair of school buses arrived at the Imperial Hotel, which was directly across the street from the Imperial Gardens, the site of Tapato’s government.
As my family began checking in, Kalani informed us that I would be staying in the official residence with Mikeya and Ileana. “And after your mating ceremonies, your new mates will join you there as well.”
So, after bidding everyone a quick goodbye, I followed Mikeya and Kalani across the street. Ileana told us she was staying to make sure that everyone got settled in and would see us later for dinner.
The Imperial Gardens was a walled compound that encompassed almost twelve acres in the middle of downtown Manatiku. Anchored on each corner by a branch of government, the middle of the compound was almost entirely given over to beautifully manicured paths that wound through the sculptured lawns and flower gardens.
“That is the Government House, where our lawmakers meet every two years to review our laws,” Mikeya explained as we entered the gated compound. “That far corner is the House of Justice, similar to your Supreme Court. The House of Service is over there,” she explained, pointing to our left, “and the official residence is there.”
“The House of Service?” I asked.
“It is where the administrative work takes place. My official office is there, as is Mother’s,” Mikeya explained. “However, we both also have offices in the Residence as well. Where we receive people depends on what we are trying to accomplish.”
“This is all so peaceful,” I told them truthfully.
“It can be quite chaotic some days,” Kalani said. “Such as on special court days, or sometimes when the lawmakers are in session.”
“Well, I think it’s beautiful,” I told them.
“One of the smaller projects that I have been working on is a small fountain for that area over there. I have always thought that water would add so much to the gardens, but ever since the announcement about being recognized by the United States, it seems to have become lost in the shuffle,” Mikeya said sadly.
“Remind me to discuss a fountain with you all when we get a moment,” I thought to Vickie, Adriana, and Grace.
“Okay, Michael,” one of them replied then promptly went back to whatever they were doing. Kalani looked at me and smiled. She was one of those that had a special connection with me and could often overhear my thoughts.
“Mikeya, I will leave you here,” she told her daughter when we came upon a fork in the paths. “I have some work to do in my office. Michael, I’ll rejoin you at dinner tonight. And Mikeya, remember, the cabinet will be there, so don’t be late.”
“I have missed you and look forward to spending time with you soon,” I thought to Kalani as she walked away.
“I have missed you too, Michael. But for now, please endeavor to make my daughter happy,” she thought back to me without turning around. “I think she has missed you even more than she knows.”
“C’mon, Michael,” Mikeya said anxiously as she picked up the pace. “I can’t wait to show you your rooms!”
The Imperial Gardens were located atop the highest hill on the south side of the island, with the city spreading out below it, all the way to the sea where one of Tapato’s main harbors lay. The Royal Residence was located at the back corner of the Imperial Gardens, at the top of a gently sloping hill which afforded a panoramic view of the coastline.
At the door of the Royal Residence, two sentries, wearing the ceremonial uniforms of ancient Tapatoan warriors complete with swords and spears, stood guard. Inside, the residence was lushly appointed with an open floor plan that created a feeling of spacious luxury. Everywhere you looked were paintings and artifacts, many going back several centuries, to the first monarchy on Tapato.
The residence was situated on the hillside so that the eastern, southern, and western sides each offered different breathtaking vistas of the southern part of the island. In the distance, you could make out several of the other islands of the archipelago that made up the Nation of Tapato.
While the entire main floor seemed like one big room, it soon became apparent that through the creative use of furniture and kalias, which were screen-like dividers made of bamboo or teak and interwoven with intricate designs in wood and sheer cloth that looked like mosquito netting, the room could be rearranged to accommodate large groups or intimate gatherings.
All this, I would learn later as, for now, Mikeya simply led me rather quickly towards the rear of the residence. After mounting a short flight of stairs, we came to another, smaller and more intimate foyer with two more sentries and a secretary seated behind a desk, who just smiled as Mikeya breezed through without introducing me.
Up another, longer flight of stairs, we came out on a wide hallway. I didn’t have time to measure, but it appeared at least as wide as the hallways that I was having built in the house in Tennessee. Mikeya stopped long enough to open the second door on the right, then, after tugging me in, closed the door with her foot as she encircled me with her arms and began kissing me.
“I have missed you so much, my husband!” she cried softly in my ear. “Take me now!”
“Your wish is my command,” I murmured in her ear.
“Wait!” she called out as I started to remove the wrap-style dress from her shoulder. Untangling herself from my arms, she reached into the folds of the dress to perform some hidden magic, and then handing me the loose end, she simply twirled away from me, the sarong style dress unwrapping itself from her lithe little body as she spun.
At slightly less than two months pregnant, Mikeya’s cocoa-cream colored skin radiated with a healthy sheen long associated with pregnant women, while still maintaining her very feminine teenaged figure.
“Do I still please you, my lord?” Mikeya asked as she posed naked for me.
I paused for a moment to study her. With the afternoon sunlight casting her as a silhouette to my eyes, I wished that I were a great photographer so that I might capture Mikeya at exactly this moment, exactly as I saw her now. I’m sure that the picture would become an instant classic. But did I really want to share her? Like this?
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