There is pride for the heroes and pride for the leader of a battle, but what about pride for the fighter that keeps going without respect or reward? To be as tough as nails requires fortitude and strength, but the support of others makes this strength more powerful. Is that enough or is more required, let’s see how the king responds . . .
Published by Ava D. Dohn at Smashwords- Copyright 2011 Ava D. Dohn
Sisters of the BloodWind #46
Of Councils Great and Small
THE CONTINUING READ . . .
Ma-we had done the best she could, seeing her new king did nothing. Not wanting to usurp the throne, she worked out a compromise that still permitted Darla’s presence at the Prisoner Exchange while salving the concerns of the child’s opponents. Ardon would stand in as guardian, being near just in case his protective services were needed. But protecting whom? The ‘WastePipe’?! Mihai rested her head in her hand, slowly shaking it in sadness.
What of Darla? The woman proved she was tough as nails. Mihai had looked into her eyes when the pronouncement was passed by Council vote that she must submit to Ardon’s oversight. She had been pummeled for over twenty minutes, one councilor after another publicly extolling the child’s unstable sickness, which statement was always followed apologetically by ‘through no fault of her own’. Then to be crushed by Mother’s request she promise to respect and obey the council’s decision? How devastating and humiliating!
What made Mihai feel the worst was the fact that Darla stood alone through all those insults, only slipping away after the Council was finished with her and had moved on to other subjects. And Mihai? The new, great and wonderful king? She had not even noticed the girl leaving…
A gentle hand touched Mihai’s shoulder, stirring her from those thoughts. She looked up into Terey’s face, forcing a smile. How old Terey looked – that is, if the people of this world ever looked old. No, it was more like worn and tired, like a weathered tree that has seen too many winters. She sighed, “Well, my Dear, we have survived another one.”
Terey smiled oh, so lonely, and took to gently massaging one of Mihai’s shoulders. At length, she asked, “The Chisamore pulls out tomorrow. I will be leaving by shuttle from the Palace City Spaceport in the morning. Will you come to see me off?”
Mihai stared at her, a questioning gaze growing on her face.
Terey answered without being asked. “They are short experienced pilots, so I volunteered to help them out for awhile. After all, I wasn’t needed at the Prisoner Exchange, me only being here tonight to offer support to you and that new field marshal of yours. The Chisamore is an old tub more ready for the ‘bone yard’ than a front line carrier, but it’s the best we’ve got seeing production’s behind schedule on its replacement. It’s been refitted… as best as could be. I don’t think its engines will blow.”
‘How tired she appears, almost pallid.’ Mihai thought as she looked into Terey’s troubled face. Terey needed some rest, a break, but could she survive one? Maybe the woman’s body needed rest, but could her mind take it? No, Mihai doubted it. ‘Better to keep busy than have idle time to think.’ The mind might take a person places it rather not be. Still…
Mihai was concerned for Terey’s safety. The Chisamore was a relic by any stretch of the imagination, better suited for a museum than for fighting. Originally built as a capital ship, it served valiantly for several decades until being torpedoed with the loss of half its crew during the GrayStone Debacle. It was salvaged from deep space and refitted and then rebuilt into an attack carrier, it remaining on front line service for over the next three hundred years, until the end of the King’s War. Its list of honors included every major engagement of the Fourth Fleet during that time.
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