PASSION FOR TINION (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006
CHAPTER 10: PUBLIC GOOD
© Cupideros, November 3, 2006
Queen Morah signed another check this time for the Mother's For A Loved Quoardians Children. Soon she'd be a mom. Although not by her choice. This whole save-the-planet activity felt unreal. Force Propagation never appealed to her and now by the Gods peculiarity, she too, the Queen, must contribute.
"Queen Morah, the Bankers Association like your support in establishing a trading index with the Gians. We believe when the Eternal War--"
"Don't ever use those hated words around me, Sir. If you want something in return, think positive." Queen Morah pushed the papers away."
"When the war ends," the near baldhead banker's anxious smile manage to cross his thin lips, "We want to establish a foothold in the Gian economy."
"As I am sure, the Gians want to establish a financial foothold in Quoardian economics."
"Yes. . ." He nodded. "A mutually binding agreement."
Queen Morah gave him her suspicious, curt business smile. She pulled her redhair back over her shoulders. She dressed in a blood-red skirt suit. She remembered Madam Rose's advice. "When you want to impress a man with your personal power, wear pants. Doesn't matter if they are tight or casual fitting, pants reminds him you and he are equals in all things. Wear pants if you do not want a man in a fertility or relationship manner. Wear a skirt or dress just above the knee if you want to impress a man with your feminine power. Saying in effect, you and he celebrate and cooperate in your differences. If you want a man, wear dress or skirt above the knee 98% of the time. He will subtle get the message. If you want to impress upon a man your fertility, wear a long dress to your ankles. Preferrably, something with lots of ruffles."
The men and women waited while, Queen Morah thought.
"What I want," she said beginning to sign the agreement, "is a lock on crystals."
"Crystals?"
"Crystals. We see many scientific benefits in their Jauarzite. You will invest in other more," and she pushed the signed paper back to him. "normal, well-known products and industries. But remember the Jauarzite."
Even these proceedings didn't take her mind off Lord Tweezer. Why such a blockhead? Why are men like this? I'm the one who has to go through nine months of changing. My body might never be the same, although I'll must remember for Jaine to modify one Eight Kung Fu style as a post-pregnancy workout. And then this baby, how will I ever recover from its lost. I'm losing life control here. I'm a puppet in a procreation game. I've always wanted children, but why this awkward path. Sure this path awaited me someday. Not now. I'm only 30 years old. I've got five more years at least. With our extended prenatal diets, I can have children at fifty.
"...Because the levees in province Lu received major damage. It must be repair in due haste. Not because of any flooding. But for security reasons."
"How are the levees in the other sections?"
"I . . . No one requested any thing for those levees."
"You're telling me you're here for your levee only?"
"Only my level was damage by the latest Galan attack."
"So you don't care if the other levees--"
"I care. I will get back to you tomorrow."
"No." Queen Morah said, "I feel this levee is important to Quoardian defense strategy. It symbolizes our superior technology. As long as we can erect sudden walls in the Galan's path, without their knowledge, the more secure Quoardian will rest easy."
The man bowed his head cautious. The levees are an amazing defense."
For four hours more, each minister or important contact from the providence’s or organization needing support, money or just a moral booster from the Queen, received it. Security guards waited along the far wall. She had chosen mostly men for this detail. Although Jaine reasoned female guards detect more nonverbal threats quicker than men.
This meeting gave the queen her nurturing fix and pleased her more than gardening or having children. As each person stated their request, Queen Morah pressed them for answers. She wanted proof their assessments provided benefits long term.
Still in between each request, she worried about this arranged marriage. That all it was. Some 16th Century old earth marriage. Only with the twist, she didn't need Lord Tweezer wealth or power. She didn't worry about running scared in a new, Gothic, ghost castle with a damage history in the relationship between the sexes. How often she thought people nothing more than puppets? Puppets to the Goddess' whims of fantasy. We're like this great live theater and our pay comes in the form of soul wisdom or enlightenment. Forget money. We can't take money with us, so what else are we working.
Queen Morah finished with the restoration committee. Old buildings some 500 years old needed to be meticulous rebuilding to ancient specifications. Morah signed that check, but held it in trust until the war ended. Design plans might be drawn but nothing more. Everyone left. Queen Morah alone in the public conference room felt the shiny red oak table, gaze on the red thick carpet, the white curtains and the black wall coloring. These her only solace.
Security. I trust Cousin Jaine to handle the security. Will Lord Tweezer behave or will he roam about seeking an advantage? So many questions when one wants to marry. This when the planet needs saving. Can Lord Tweezer control SILTH? He wouldn't be the first ruler overthrown by his security forces. He didn't stop them from killing my parents. Now he's been cloned. How many times? Don't I have enough problems dealing with my own country and its internal family bickering. Must I add to this burden, his own country's desires, yearnings and illusions.
How long can this relationship last after the child's born, sent to space to die? Will he freaking change? Will he see how valueable our union can be. We can make true peace. Is Lord Tweezer will to do forsake war and make peace? That what the Black Hole is telling us, Queen Morah mused on. Is my body ready?
Queen Morah’s sympathy spread over from her problems to the average Quoardian woman's problems. I have every resource at my disposal for this birth. I only imagine how frightened or other scared emotions ordinary mothers must contend. The Shattered Rose women or girls--the tattoo is all I can give them to restore their trust in life's goodness.
Perhaps these events shape me into the ruler I must become. A ruler at one with the masses. How is the Order of the Golden Rose taking this? Jaine will let me know. Am I wise enough to be a mom? "Jaine. Cousin."
"Hello Morah. The palace is clean now of all nanotechnology."
"The policeman--"
"He's under careful scrutiny. He's a Galan spy. Thought I'd be stupid enough to believe a protector of the peace couldn't be the perfect spy cover. Within the a few days, we arrest him. He's Galan citizen by the way."
"Slipped in during the last Lu quadrant attack, Jaine I bet."
"Yes.”
“Good work. I have to asks you something."
"Yes."
"Lord Tweezer is still in control of Galan?"
"I'll check into it. The prophets hold only you two provide the union capable of sealing the Black Hole breech. They are adamant, Morah."
"Adamant. As you know, Galan's practice all occult arts. Seeing the future being one."
"Jaine, just because one sees the future doesn't mean it's attainable."
"I agree, Morah. The future hinges on facts based on previous events."
"Those events might radically changed, Jaine when the future moment appears."
"Cousin, what are you getting at?"
"We might do everything possible and Lord Tweezer might be over thrown."
"An internal coup, Morah. Hmmm. Akyria won't put up with that."
"To many things are shifting, Jaine. I will speak to Lord Tweezer about this during our meeting arrangements and the honeymoon."
"Cousin Morah, you need to watch that he doesn't wander around too much."
"Certainly. I'll do that."
end chapter 10
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