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James stepped down onto the dock, the Kikker fishing village of Visvang before him.
What the fuck was Shanna doing back here so soon?
The message, relayed by flag from the city, had been not just unexpected, but baffling. Instead of coming directly to Fredrick, Shanna had sailed to Visvang, sent a rider (Piotr, of all people) all the way to Nowy Warsaw, where a cryptic communication was sent to the mainland, telling him to get his ass to the Frog village as soon as possible. Something had happened. Something was STILL happening. Something secret.
That was never good.
Shanna was walking across the village square. Even from here, he could see the seriousness of her movements. Again, not good. James began his own walk down the wooden dock, guards following. Shanna met him as he stepped on to shore.
"You made it," she said, as soon as she was before him. "Good. I didn't know how long it would take, or even where you were."
"I THOUGHT I knew where you were," James told her, unable to keep the exhaustion out of his voice. "Why the hell are you back? What happened?"
"Fucking shit happened, that's what. I got Helmut killed."
He saw it in her eyes behind those glasses. The pain. Soon, he knew, he would be where she was, would have blood on his hands. Maybe he already did. Shaking his head, he put a hand on her shoulder.
"Damn. You OK?
"Oh," she replied, voice bitter, "I'm fine. Bogdi got his arm sliced. Doesn't look infected. Got everyone else home."
"Good. So what's the emergency that drew me away from the other five I've been having fun with?"
Shanna let out a snort.
"You're going to love this."
James looked across the tavern.
Elves.
And not just Elves, according to Shanna. An Elven Princess. A Queen, too, unconscious upstairs, if only a new one with no kingdom to rule. Fucking Elven royalty here a short ride from the new Polish capital. Oh, this was wonderful. Nothing but good things could come of this.
His eyes could not leave the young girl. She was ... inhuman. Yes. That was what came to his mind. Beautiful, but inhumanly so. Someone in some podcast he had listened to, back when such things existed, had said that the most attractive movie stars were only partly human. They were so ... PERFECT, they seemed alien, a race apart. So it was with this one. It was not the skin, the eyes, or the long pointed ears that turned him off. It was her beauty itself. He had never found himself attracted to plastic dolls.
The Princess was seated at one of the many tables scattered around the inn. Her four remaining soldiers stood against a wall behind her, flanked by some of Shanna's men. The Elves were clad in what looked like brown muscle shirts and underwear. It took a moment for James to realize they had been stripped of their armor as well as their weapons. He shook his head. The creature at the table could not be the same race as those ugly things. But, then, for all he knew male royalty was just as beautiful as their female counterparts, and most females were big breasted versions of the ugly males. Nature could be strange.
The girl looked up at him, black eyes wide. There was surprise there, he thought. Maybe a little fear. That wasn't good. A spell casting girl afraid for her life could be dangerous. As he approached the table, James gave the room another sweep of his eyes. Most of Shanna's thirty soldiers were here, armed. Even the injured Bogdi, upper left arm bandaged heavily, stood by the fireplace with his sister. The village Chief stood with them, as did his daughter. Chief Ajani nodded to James. This affected his people as much as it did the Poles.
Returning his attention to the girl, James smiled.
"Hello." He pulled out the chair opposite hers, sitting. He could almost feel her shaking, pushing back in her chair. "I'm James, King of Poland."
"Catty," she said. There was a flute like quality to her voice. He wondered what Elvish sounded like. He would never know, obviously. The magic inherent in him in this world made all language sound like English to his ears, and his words became the native tongue of others. A handy trait for a King, but much was lost. He nodded to her.
"Catty. Welcome to the doorway to Nowy Poland. We weren't expecting you, obviously, but I hope you are being treated well." Both their eyes went to the Elven soldiers. She smiled slightly as her head came around again to meet his.
"As well as can be expected."
"Good, good. Now, obviously, the question is ... why are you here?" He put his elbows on the table, fingers interlocked before him. "As I said, this is the doorway. The question will be whether we let you in."
"We have to enter," she said, voice sad, bitter.
"Why?"
Another sigh. If she thought it was having some effect on him, it wasn't. He kept his gaze unchanged until she spoke.
"It's ... my sister. Jaka. She is sick. I must bring her into your Kingdom, so I can search for what I need to cure her."
"And what is that?"
"A ... book. Of magic, herbs. Our Mother had it, but we could not find it as we were fleeing the castle. Jaka thought Mother had hidden it, although why I have no idea. Surely she could have used it, could have saved herself..."
James glanced over at Shanna. The girl was in the process of wiping her glasses on a cloth. She met his gaze, surprised. They shouldn't be, naturally. If this really was...
"YOU HAVE IT!"
The Elven Princess leapt to her feet, madness on her porcelain doll-like face. Her hands began moving before her, her mouth whispering.
"Renas ... AAHHH!"
A dagger struck one of her hands, hilt first, even as James leapt back onto his feet and away from the table. Soldiers were there a moment later, forcing her thin arms behind her back as she yelled and kicked like a demon.
"Gag her!" Shanna yelled. Something fabric was shoved in the Princess's mouth. Behind her, the Elven soldiers were surrounded, able to only glare at the humans manhandling their Princess.
Within seconds, it was all over.
James looked over by the fireplace. Anelie had a second dagger out, ready to throw. He nodded to her.
"Good throw, soldier."
"Thank you, Your Grace." The girl looked very pleased with herself, an expression which swiftly faded as her eyes went over to Shanna. James followed that gaze. His friend and fellow otherworlder looked disgusted.
"Fuck! Damn it, I'm sorry James. I should have..."
"Distrust has to be earned," he said. "The enemy of my enemy is a still a second enemy, et cetera. It was worth a shot being nice, as I, at least, am a nice person." He turned to the restrained Elf. "I'm not stupid, though."
"We were set up," Shanna went on. "I lost Helmut because I was stupid and..."
"We don't know that," James said. "It could just be a case of a young Princess not thinking things through." He could hear the girl growl around the wadded cloth. Bending down to pick his chair back up, he returned it to the table and sat down again. He waited as rope was tied around her wrists behind her back. "Let's start over. Sit."
The girl didn't protest as she was forced down into her chair. Those black eyes were like daggers, though. James smiled again.
"OK. As I was going to say, before we were interrupted, we do have a book. It may well be the one you are looking for. It might not. God knows we don't know what the hell it is. It was..." He paused, considering. Shanna's spoke behind him.
"Everyone but Bogdi, Jacek, Anelie, out. Duda, call in some more of His Grace's guards. Chief Ajani, you may stay, naturally, but understand that what you hear is under strictest confidence."
"Of course." If the Kikker was insulted, he kept it well hidden. His daughter stayed too, which made sense. She served as his Polish translator, although his own Polish was improving greatly. As Shanna's men, trusted but in no way used to dealing with secrets, were replaced by his own guards, James noticed the Frog girl sliding closer to Bogdi. The movement drew the King's eyes down to her breasts. Nice.
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Freddie steps off the Flying Dolphin onto the harbour side. He can remember when the low, sleek, hydrofoil ferries were new. Now, the throb of their diesel engines sounded more desperate than powerful. They were tired and battered by years in use. He felt the same way sometimes. Mykonos quay has the usual array of restaurants and bars. On the hill behind the quay, windmills stand like sentries guarding the port and trying to ensure the place goes on looking like the postcards of it. It's...
While Freddie's teams have been cutting a swath through Norman's back catalogue of wives, Norman St John-Ferris has been hosting a conference on the Commercialisation Of Heritage. Hamblingham Hall has provided a venue of historical distinction for discussions on the development of access, the improvement of presentation, and the role of info-tainment. The Trust has provided speakers. Members of Britain's impoverished aristocracy have come together to cry on one another's shoulders in an...
"Freddie, I'd like to help you out, but I'm not sure," Lee Kuan said as the two met in the King George Palace Hotel in Athens. The two men were sitting on the hotel terrace, looking out across the Plaka towards the Acropolis. A rowdy group in the street below were protesting the latest round of Government cuts. Ellie Grant, who'd joined Freddie on his trip to the Greek capital, was sitting a little way away. She preferred to leave him to get on with things. A half-read Stig Larson lay...
Back in the UK, Freddie took the opportunity to see how the girls from Belvedere College for Young Ladies were doing. In Clegg's training centre, Lucy Amory and Jill Pascoe were approaching the end of their conditioning and preparation for sale. Jill, the more independently minded of the two, had found it hardest to adapt and her pale skin bore the stripes of the beatings needed to achieve the required level of submission to the will of her trainers. Lucy, though, had determined at an early...
Explanations -- A Political Dabble By Ellie Dauber © 2020 Yes, this is another politically biased story. I just couldn't resist the notion. The President slammed the report don on his desk. "Too damn many pages," he muttered. "I've told them, and I've told them no more than two pages... and large type." He leaned back in his chair. The TV remote was in the top drawer of the desk. It wouldn't do to have it out where it might be photographed. He reached for it, then...
The International Women's Freedom Front Part I By Katie Dale John Tallon's father Paul was a successful doctor, so successful that John's mother Beth was able to stay home and not work. She was happy with that. They were a traditional Christian family with traditional - maybe old fashioned - Christian values. They went to their local church every Sunday, and were always volunteering for various church charity functions. Paul was considered one of the best Gynecologists in...
Our relationship had begun just before the end of the fall semester, so this would be our first Valentine’s Day together despite having been friends for our entire college careers. With just one more semester of studying and testing and applying to grad schools nationwide, we knew that we needed to make the most of our time together in case Jenni and I were to be separated by multiple states – or even multiple time zones – come September. That thus formed the backdrop of our Valentine’s Day....