PASSION FOR TINION (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006
Marriage is between a man and a woman. Couples can engage in three types of marriages. Number two Marriage fulfills the animal instincts which we all still sway under. Yes, hard as it is to believe. The human female goes into heat and the males want to mate. With human beings this entire process, unfortunately means the children are not out of the danger zone until five years of age. These marriages are for increasing the family line of humanity on earth
--- FIRST WORLD COMMISSION ON DUALISM.
CHAPTER 25: THE ROYAL WEDDING
© Cupideros, Saturday, April 25, 2009
Everyone gathered outside for the Royal wedding. The crowd was immense. People packed the open green fields in a huge circle. Inside the circle, metal chairs for the Galans and wooden chairs for the Quoardians. Several rows of white cloth covered tables lined the green. Seventeen types of animal flesh and thirteen vegetables fill the Galen tables. Fourteen types of bird flesh and thirty-six vegetables decorated the Quodarian tables. Each side brought their own dignitaries to witness the event. Musicians played a mixture of Galen and Quodarian light tunes as people milled about introducing each other. No attempt to blend the cultures occurred. Little girls around in their white dresses and white shoes chasing little boys dressed in their black tuxedos and black shoes. Every race of Quodarians and Galens represented by some couple decorated the grounds. All chatting and laughing and musically blending their voices. This was business. A single honeybee made his rounds from white tulip to tulip to chrysanthemums, blue daisies to roses his mail pouch legs plump with pollen. Several women and men attended for Queen Morah, one of which were four high schoolers Team As and one middle schooler Team B named Heather. They wore all white outfits consisting of flat sensible shoes, dress pants, simple blouses with gold belts. The formers were youth squad Quo members. The latter had trouble accepting authority. Jaine invited the grouping to encourage cross training and for helping Heather answer her final Middle School exam. No one would give her the answer. No, the Quoardians were particular in science. You had to pass the test on your own. The Quoardian Priestesses came out in their entire ancient garb being at best hidden Abyssiarian believers. Believers in the Last Prophet CE and his 3,500 sayings packed in nine books, 200 sayings each. The Last Prophet CE wrote several other books of note too. This Ancient Abyssiarian religion flourished greatly for 5,000 years and was fading out at the time Queen XI’I became the First World Ruler to last more than 100 days. Since science ruled the Quodarians, no involved religious tenants would be presented unless strictly based on scientific principles.
The guests and host upheld their majesty and splendor: Lord Tweezer and Queen Morah both dressed in all white. He in his military uniform and she in her stately queen white wedding dress.
Queen Morah carefully scrutinized all of Lord Tweezer’s men. One guy with dark pointed beard, thin mustache carefully combed into the beard stood out as odd. He match Lord Tweezer’s height and the man had deep blue eyes and long dark hair. Almost as if he had arrived from the war front, Queen Morah pulled Lord Tweezer closer. “Who is that man, with the dark painter’s beard?”
Lord Tweezer turned slowly and raised an eyebrow as he watched the man chatting with several men smaller in height. “Aha. Yes. A son of my father’s best friend, Kinum. A fine warrior. Surprised he’s not at the front, being one of our brightest commanders.” Lord Tweezer stiffly turned back around.
“I don’t like him,” Queen Morah said lowering her voice.
“He can be trusted. He is a tad ambitious I must warn. He’s probably geomapped the entire grounds laid out in his watch by now. Every face zoomed in and an underline to fill in their names.”
Queen Morah smiled. “Did you ever read about Queen XI’I ascension to the world throne? She was ambitious too.”
Lord Tweezer had a heart laugh. “I remember something about the story…she got head on the head by a book on Taoism and declared herself world emperor.”
Queen Morah and Lord Tweezer received drinks from a tray cared by a waiter wearing white shirt and black slacks. Kinum in two steps rushed over and said deeply, “Excuse me, Sire.” He stared coldly at Queen Morah as he sipped it and eyed it in the sunlight suspiciously. “It’s okay, Lord Tweeezer.”
“See. What did I tell you.” Lord Tweezer took the drink and a big swig of it. “I was telling the Queen here what a find and ambitious commander you are, Kinum.”
“I do what must be done,” he said in a deep voice.
“Did the wine displease any of you?” Queen Morah asks.
“Fine.” Kinum responded tersely.
“Excellent grade, red wine.” Lord Tweezer said to Morah. “That will be all Kinum.”
“The full story is fascinating. Nine-year-old orphan XI’I brought back a small basket of vegetables from the market for her family. She passed by a Taoist temple designed back in the 18th century in Shanghai. An old monk stood in the open double window directing the man with a crane of books. The small temple had no hall space to handle, easily; all the Taoist books being stored in the upper section of the temple. XI’I walking by saw a man operating a crane moving them toward the open double window when one book fell off. XI’I rush over. She put down her basket of vegetables and picked up the book to read, when the crane shook and trembled then all the Taoist books meant for the second level fell on her head. XI’I lay buried in a stack of books.”
“What a crazy story,” replied Lord Tweezer as he took another zip.
“The old monk rushed down stairs to see if she was alright. He uncovered her. She awoke three minutes, sat up and said, “I will teach you the Tao!”
The monk sat back aghast. “What!”
XI’I then began to expound the Taoist teaching and astounded the monk. He quickly sent the crane man to get the other local monasteries to hear XI’I. The monk rushed XI’I inside where she talked nonstop. All the local monasteries came to hear her. Then her fame went throughout all of China. After a year, XI’I abruptly stopped and said, “I will go see the emperor.”
The monks all shook there head fearfully for their emperor was a 30-year-old despotic ruler. In rushed a guard of the emperor at that moment. “The emperor wants to see this brilliant child.”
XI’I went with the monks to Beijing as it was not the capital again after having been in Shanghai for 300 years. When she arrived at the Forbidden City and inside at the throne room, the emperor stared at her. He stood up on his feet. He stared and said, “She is my successor!” Then he died, right there.
“Amazing.” He finished his drink.
Queen Morah lovingly reached up and brushed off Lord Tweezer's pristine white shoulders. She suspected his Security would have nanotechs perched on each of his shoulders to view everything and record everything looking for some kind of weakness. “She sat about making abrupt announcements:
The army is inefficient. I will make it efficient.
The financial markets expand them.
Our education system, I will reform them.”
“And then China grew strong under her leadership, expanded in power.”
“Yes. Then one day, just as abruptly, XI’I said, “I will be World Ruler. Her advisors and ambassadors and generals were astounded again.”
“Take me to see the World Ruler.”
“Who was one of the many weak rulers not lasting for more than 100 days. That part of her story intrigued me, because it was so obvious these rulers knew nothing about ruling.”
“Exactly, XI’I is fourteen years old. She’s waiting in line in Belgium to see the World Ruler. A long long line full of people of all races. She says, ‘I will see the World Ruler now.’ She broke out of line, walked, walked, walked in front of all those people, and stood in front of the World Ruler. She said, You’re time is up.’ The World Ruler aghast stood up and said ‘My time is up!’ and he fell dead on the spot. She went to sit on the throne, but the previous World Ruler’s men pushed her off the throne. XI’I stumbled a bit. “I’m the World Ruler now. I don’t need his throne.” She went home, launched a war, and overcame all of the Europeans and all the Middle Eastern nations in the process. Other nations tried to depose her…”
“Which is why none of the early World Ruler’s lasted more than 100 days.”
“She pulled it off and ruled for 500 years.”
“I’ve always wondered how she decided whom to conquer first.” Lord Tweezer grew animated. “That’s always the problem isn’t it? Who is the one country that will give you the worst go at it? She apparently knew the right order.”
“That the amazing part.” Queen Morah quipped. “My security chief, Jaine, is a descendant of XI’I.”
“So that’s why you told me this. Scare the opposition a bit.”
“Would you be scared by an ancient tale?”
“Not really. I am a descendant of Bruno Morency, the Fifth World Ruler.” Lord Tweezer chuckled. “He didn’t last more than 50 days though. Besides, I’ve banned all religious text in Galens to prevent superstitious fears. No Last 3,500 sayings of the Last Prophets and no religions at all, expect for speculative religions. We, Galens, believe in the Willpower of our minds.”
“You worship the DVSM and Psychology.”
“The DVSM is a tool. Our beliefs expand beyond Psychology, Queen Morah. It’s personal effort too.”
“We Quodarians, like Queen XI’I make our own reality.”
“Or maybe it was simply handed to her,” Lord Tweezer said sardonically.
“Clearly she ruled by science, wit and will.”
“Those old earth days are no longer with us. We are a different people now. But what is the trouble you have in paradise over there…” he pointed to the Teams of girls.
Queen Morah looked briefly and then searched for Jaine. She gave her a hand signal toward the girls. “Security Chief will take care of it.”
***
Between to full tables spaced wide apart and stacked with food enough to feed two armies, fourteen-year old Heather stood in a circle of girls like a dog holding off several wolves. She wore no makeup on her round face had playful puppy dog eyes. She’d put her blonde hair into a neat bun. She had plump butt, full thighs and moved her 115 pounds in a extra girly fashion. She might have been a cheerleader in Galens. “All I’m saying is The Last Prophet said, ‘They shall be paranoid about water, in those last days.’:
Kate countered, “All Quodarians are paranoid of water!”
Heather said confidently, “I didn’t say that. He did!”
Blossom said, “You’re such a Team Ber! What’s your specialty, Heather Mystic.”
All the girls laughed.
Heather said, “History.”
Daniella said, “Then you should know Queen XI’I was the Last Prophet. She prophesied centuries after the Last Prophet CE.”
Heather countered, “That’s chronological order, but Last Prophet CE says are still coming true.”
Ciscla added, “I haven’t read a single prophecy about Quodarians in the sayings. Neither has our brightest scholars, Heather.”
Heather focused her attention on Kate. “Paranoid is the opposite of reality. Reality.
Sylvia said, “Don’t you think she should be a cheerleader. Give me a L. Give me a P….C. E.” Sylvia rolled her two fist around one another goooooooooo mystics!”
All the girls had a good hearty laugh.
Sylvia continued, “Heather, even Queen XI’I said she was the last prophet.”
“She did say that, but she didn’t mean it.”
“And what did she mean, Team Ber?” Blossom added.
“I don’t know,” Blossom. “I have my final exams in three days. I have to find out”
Danielle said, “You have to define paranoid. That’s your final exam question. I checked. Any Team can do a quiz check on another Team.”
“I know. It’s not fair. This is suppose to be a wedding. Fun.”
“Not when you are calling all Quodarian’s paranoid,” Kate countered.
Ciscla tossed in. “Let’s go slow for the middle schooler. First we all use water filters, except for” and she looked at her Team players, “you know who.”
Daniella added, “Let’s give her a history lesson.”
“I’m ready,” Heather snapped back.
Sylvia said, “Awe, the cheerleader is ready for science.”
Each of the Team A players pulled out their nanoclickers. So small are the devices that if held in the palm they are invisible.
Kate pointed her nanoclicker at Heather’s thigh.
Heather flinched and said, “Ouch. I only get a charley horse after soccer practice.”
Daniella added, “At least she remembers her body’s history.”
Blossom laughed, “Maybe it’s Wednesday, night at 08’o clock, Naughty Girl.” And Blossom pointed her nanocllicker on Heather’s clit. “Aren’t we feeling horny. Time to masturbate.”
All the girls laughed.
“Oooh,” Heather responded, her hands closing on her sex quickly. “It’s a Quodarian’s females right to masturbate if she wants.”
Ciscla added, “But every Wednesday, night at 8.o clock. Doesn’t that seem too regular a routine, Heather cheerleader? “
Sylvia pointed to Heather’s upper thighs, “And after you’ve Master Finger Fucked yourself. Don’t you always want to have a good hard cough, Heather?” Sylvia clicked.
“Cough! Cough!”
Danielle said, “She probably has sore nipples too, from pulling her cow tits.” Danielle pointed her nanoclicker at Heather’s huge nipples and flicked upwards.
“Ouch,” Heather said crossing her arms over her ample C sized breast.
“No maybe, maybe, Heather should be a half-C, get rid of that breast cancer growing.” Kate pointed hers at Heather’s uncovered left breast flesh.
Heather yelped.
“I got it, Heather is so confused because she’s having a baby,” Blossom pointed hers toward Heather uterus and flicked downward.
Heather doubled over in silent pain.
“Sometimes, when you’re pregnant you get dizzy,” said Sylvia,” and she pointer hers to Heather’s forehead and pressed.
“Could be Heather got vertigo,” Kate said and nodded as all the girls fired their clickers at Heather’s, shoulders, knees, ankles, and head.
“But you should really go see the doctor if you’re feeling a panic attack,” said Danielle as she fired her clicker at Heather’s chest.
Blossom said, “I’m studying to be a doctor. It’s a heart attack she’s having.” Blossom fired at Heather’s heart and pumped upward three times.
Heather’s eyes widened and she looked frightened.
Blossom said, “You can’t be a history if you’ve carpal tunnel and your wrist hurts all the time.”
“ouuuuuuu.” Heather winced, grabbing her hand.
Ciscla said, “Wait I’m studying to be a Historian. Maybe she’s got genetic diabetes.” Ciscla nodded, and all the girls rapid fired all over Heather skins giving her pins and needles feelings on her flesh.
Sylvia tossed in, “She looks a little old to me. Back pain can be a killer too.”
Heather wrenched upwards to her five feet five in height, both hands holding her lower back.
Kate added, “ She looks a little bloated to me.” She pointed at Heather’s large intestines and Heather gave a loud audible fart.
“Stop it!” Heather whimpered. “Whatever you’re doing to me.”
Ciscla shouted, “Not until you say all Quodarians are not paranoid about water.”
Blossom added, “Not until you start using the biowater filters to get rid of those nanotechs.”
Sylvia added, “BREATH HEATHER!” And Sylvia pointed her nanoclicker at Heather’s stomach and swiftly in a line moved upward to her collar bone.”
Heather surprised herself by taking a huge big breath of air.
Danielle pushed Heather’s back elbow joint and Heather arm went out towards Blossom.
Blossom clicked and balled Heather’s open palm into a fist. “So the Puppy Dog girl is trying to punch me.”
Heather exclaimed. “I didn’t raise my arm…. It just happened. Quit!”
Perhaps you need to sit down and think about your Aafrat blood disease, Heather. Ciscla pointed towards the backs of Heather’s knees. Heather’s knees buckled and she sat down on the grass.
Kate, with an angry look, brought her tiny pink wristwatch to her face and pressed a button for a ground view of the wedding. “There you are Heather right on my screen. Heavy blood and all. I’ll just press right here and you’ll—“
Heather stop. Stop! I can’t pee my white pants at the Royal Wedding.
“Eweee” all the girls exclaimed like it was a surprised. “Heather peed her pretty pants!”
Jaine, held up by a waiter, saying he had over heard ominous talk from Kinum, quickened her steps when she saw Heather fall to the ground. “Stop it, Girls!”
Kate added, “I’m tired of this would-be-snitch, saying Quodarians are all paranoid about water.”
Ciscla added, “We’ve been following her on screen for a year now. She didn’t get oor low level routine lessons.”
Danielle said, “So we gave her the full course.”
Jaine said, “I’m sure you’ve made your point.” Jaine lifted Heather up, gave her a napkin to cover her pants with, and walked her away from the girls. “Heather you can go. And use the water filter for heaven’s sake. What if those were Silth agents? You could be dead now!”
Heather’s eyes widen. “I will. But what do I answer for my test in three days: What did the Last Prophet mean when he said: All will be paranoid in the last days about water?
Jaine said, “I’m sorry, Heather. I cannot help you.”
“But if I don’t pass, I’ll have to go into the physical trades.” She almost cried. “I’m no good with my hands.”
Jaine said, “What’s your subgenre?”
“Abyss…words.”
Jaine said, “You mean paradox.”
“I see.”
Jaine said again. “What’s your second subgenre?”
“Archery.”
“Figure out what Last prophet represents the bow and what Last prophet represents the string,” Jaine smiled. “And you’ll do just fine.”
Jaine walked back to the wedding party. Her security day was busier than she expected. This even after she was forced to requests Lord Tweezer strip nude before the ceremony so they could make a careful note of any body marks. All this under the pretext of assuring he was not a clone. Lord Tweezer laughed and commented, "He would never jeopardize Tinion’s safety." He earlier agreed to try to love and cherish and work out amicably any disagreements if any arise on the night of the marriage. Both parties and religious cultures agreed, no virginity test was required of Queen Morah. Quoardians women were fairly opened minded about sex. They took the cause of intelligent sex with birth control as the scientific feminine model since childhood. Queen Morah refused to wear a veil for security reasons. As Jaine passed the horizontal plane of the Team A girls, she gave them a nod. They had successfully convinced Heather to use the water filter whenever she drank water. Jaine had to hurry back. The wedding was beginning. Everyone was moving into place. Kinum was Lord Tweezer’s best man. She also had to pass word about the strange conversation of Kinum to Lord Tweezer. Just as she was hustling back in place, a glint of light flashed and Jaine shouted. The small curved knife was heading straight for Lord Tweezer’s back. Then suddenly something invisible jerked the murderous hand as the curved knife blade rip the tip of Lord Tweezer’s tuxedo.
Kinum let out and loud scream as his wrist was severed.
Lord Tweezer and Queen Morah turned around fast. Lord Tweezer jumped in front of Queen Morah ready to take on any more assassins.
The knife still in the clinched fist lay twisting on the ground. Lady Lomara holding her spider wire and reeling it in; so no one else can grab the would-be murder weapon.
Kinum began to run and wince from the pain. He was a big man and threw of several skilled waiters, as not everyone was a real waiter but Quo security. He ran toward Team A girls who seemed rather calm.
Blossom pointed toward his severed wrists and clicked.
Kate pointed toward his lungs knocking his breath out of him.
Danielle and Sylvia aimed at his knees and pushed them together.
Ciscla aimed at his ankles and Kinum fell down hard right by their feet. Then all four girls pounced down and lay their full weight on him until strong men arrived. They lifted Kinum up.
Queen Morah, Lady Lomara, Lord Tweezer and his mean rushed over.
“Why, Kinum?” asked Lord Tweezer.
Kinum in an angry spat he said, “You’ve been whipped faster by these women, Lord Tweezer, than in twenty years of war. To hell with you and your Kingdom.”
They began taking Kinum away when he seized upward and his face widen. He slumped in the two Quo security officer’s arms.
The waiter who had warned Jaine held up his chin, examined his neck. “He’s dead.”
Queen Morah looked at the projection. “Blossom or Kate, which one of you killed, Kinum.”
Blossom replied, “I did not do it. I followed orders. Anyone causing trouble restrain them.”
Queen Morah turned to Kate.
“I wanted to…but I followed orders as well.”
Lady Lomara spat out looking at the slumbed over man on the ground, “Bad seeds deserve to die.” Lady Lomara turned her face to Queen Morah, “We don’t need Kinum sucking up our national energy in some television entertainment circus for lawyers distracting the population. We’d see Kinum again, I’m sure of it. Maybe a stronger, Kinum.” She looked toward Lord Tweezer. “More connected next time. I did what must be done.”
The Galen prists watched all this in silence. “May we have his severed hand.”
“No you may not,” Lady Lomara replied nicely, “We’ve never studied someone under decades of Body Magnet technology influence before.” She held up the bloodly lifeless hand and knife wrapped in one of the large table cloths. “There is much science we can learn.”
The Galen priest turned to Lord Tweezer in shock.
Lord Tweezer said, “We’ll tell the family. Kinum died honorably in battle. I want nothing more said. Do you Galens all understand!”
All the Galens nodded.
Queen Morah and Lord Tweezer lined up again. This time another one of Lord Tweezer’s men became his best man.
Lord Tweezer’s eyes flared. Assassins. I’m viewed as a cockle husband. There’s more to this than a weak image. Rolth! I will see him go to hell, Lord Tweezer thought to himself. He put on a wide smile.
Hand in hand, they both walked down the grass aisle.
"I understand," Queen Morah offered, "you will replace your clone after tonight's wedding activities," she said to Lord Tweezer.
He looked straight ahead. His collar stiff and straight. His jacket overflowing with metals. He felt in his right pocket for the platinum wedding ring. "And I understand, Quoardians women have a sixty day cycle." and he turned slowly to Queen Morah.
A huge windblast came out of no where, buffeted the crowd, and sent decorations flying.
"That is correct," and Queen Morah turned slightly toward her groom. "We are getting married 17 months before the speculated Tinion destruction. But I have no control over these matters." They continued to walk, "Rest, peace, comfort, these are conditions that will make for a fast pregnancy."
"Surely you jest!" Lord Tweezer said in a very polite and low tone.
Everyone watched the couple and the ancient Quoardian music played while a chorus of female singers sang a tune of joy softly.
"I do not."
"I don't intend to be here more than a month. I have a nation to run." and he pulled on his jacket hem.
"I likewise have a nation to run," and she pulled a lose red curl from over her left eye. "I don't like this arrangement anymore than you, but we must go through with this."
"I agree. Our scientist say there is no other way."
She chuckled, "Just think, if we are successful throwing the baby into the black hole, we can go back to killing one another!"
He stopped abruptly. "What did you say?"
Queen Morah, pulled him gently along down the green path, worn from other couples practicing the entire scene for Jaine's Quodarian Security detail. "Yes. The child will be rushed on board one of our space craft--"
"Why not one of ours!"
“Quoardians are the best scientific builders," she said looking straight ahead walking slowly. "Your scientist and ours will watch the entire thing on camera screens. The details will be worked out later. Our team of scientist-priest will have a small funeral ceremony and send the child into the void in a space pod."
"I'm not going to kill a child."
"No one is killing a child. This child will save our world."
"How can anyone be sure this sacrifice will work?" he said incredulously.
Just then the earth rumbled and everyone screamed, shouted, and held each other for footing.
She gave him a stern, but soft look. "Do we have any choice in the matter. If this fails, and it is true we will all die within a month of the attempt. If this succeeds, we have a real opportunity for peace."
"Marriage peace."
"Marriage of your People’s and mine. A new vision."
They were nearing the simple Quoardian altar.
"And what if I don't love you?"
Queen Morah was unfazed. "You are a man of loyalty. You love your people. For six months, you will give this a try."
"I've ordered a cease fire on all fronts during the marriage proceedings . . . for as long as it takes to conceive the child."
"You will visit me during the pregnancy?"
"No. Affairs of State call."
They were at the altar.
A very solemn wedding took place. A marriage for five years, until the children were grown. Each pledged to assist one another in marriage duties. Each pledge to treat each other with equal respect and each pledged to maintain a loving atmosphere for the well being of the sacrificial child. When the celebration was over, Lord Tweezer and Queen Morah proceeded to the bridal suite located an exclusive thirty-three-room hotel built specifically for this wedding occasion.
end chapter 25
