PASSION FOR TINION (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006
CHAPTER 49: MARRIAGE FOR TINON
© Cupideros, Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Lord Tweezer and Queen Morah both wore robes tied. Their moods somber. Many things weighed heavily on them. They saw Lucky Nardino’s death or his not so dead death on CyberPages. “Things are deteriorating rapidly,” he said. He got up and paced the long rectangular bedroom. This struck him as odd. He concluded some defensive reasons structured the room. The fact, he never heard Jaine’s footsteps or his wife’s and occasionally the purposely-clumsy Lady Lomarah suggested things. These three work closely together in some other capacity. No every staff members floated like butterflies around the halls. He recognized the footsteps of the cook, messenger, and the cleaning lady. The food had been tasted once before delivery and then again by Queen Morah herself. She’s taking a big risk protecting me. She’d proven to him her trust. “If your family didn’t possess such warlike tendencies, we could make a fine marriage and heal Planet Tinon.”
Queen Morah balked, “What to you mean my family’s warlike tendencies?”
“We all know, the Morahs started this Eternal War!”
Queen Morah paced with him. “Who put such vile unhistorical thoughts in your head?”
Lord Tweezer climbed on down her bedroom. “All our records show this.”
Queen Morah grabbed his hand and stopped him. She stared into his brown eyes. Admiring his gorgeous Sun King face. A face of a man meant to father beautiful children. Someone too wise, to believe stupid things. “Do you suppose all Quodarian records show this too?”
He hated being the annoyed. Someone has to resolve this. End things, get tings moving. So I can get back home and destroy Eolith and the SILTH. “I don’t have to suppose. The SILTH says it’s so.”
“The same SILTH organization trying to kill you on our wedding day?”
Lord Tweezer paused. “They’re simply protecting Galan. That’s SILTH’s job.”
“I’m glad you were around when SILTH started this war. Oh yeah. That’s makes it clear.”
“I wasn’t around.” He pulled her hand and started walking again. “Why would SILTH lie?”
“Because that’s all SILTH does?” Is he some kind of fool? Does he think I’ll love a Sun King, unaware of his surroundings?
He scoffed, “All Intelligence Agencies lie for their own benefit.”
“Quo has higher standard.”
“Bah!” No doubt because women dominate things. If had their advantages in technology, this war be finished.
He thinks Quo is weak. Full of women and the Hippocratic oath. “SILTH keeping you fighting against us, and the Quodarians. Can’t you see that? What have you got to gain from fighting against us?”
“Honor.”
“Shall I take you to our graves,” she countered. “Let you basks in your martial glory? Lord Tweezer, my Husband, Do Not Honor lies. It is beneath a King. Honor what you think is truth; not some mythical Group Think from bygone ages locked on you like a ball and chain.
“I think! My love. Far too much.”
“Without correct facts?”
Lord Tweezer paused. “No with my heart.” He pulled her too him and held her close. “Why are we here. What are we doing? Why do the Gods torture lovers so!”
“Think, My King. Not about our loses.” She hugged his strong back. “We can have Tinon to ourselves--The Galans and the Quodarians. What’s wrong with that?” She looked up with her blue eyes, searching for his soul.” Have I reached this man’s conscious brain? Can’t he see I am in love now? This is no longer a game of make believe. A woman loves when she has sex.
He pulled her up and cradled her in his arms. “I need exercise.” He walked with her up and down the long bedroom. His ears listening for any strange footsteps. “All the priest of religions say Tinon disruptive effects forced our mating. It’s not my doing. We, Galans, see the effects every day. Over here it’s relatively quiet.” He had transverse half the room. His strides large.
“I hope the child we give to this storm will heal Tinon. I doubt it though.” All the odd ways men and women can relate. Being carried around like this only makes me love him more. He is hiding his feelings. I can tell. Why men are so stupid!
“This feels good. Back down the other way now. You know, Gian prophecies said, “Do not live on Tinon. For a warlike people will come, suited to that place.”
“I am grateful for the Gians. They gave us inoculations permanently curing all sexual diseases. Let us accept their wisdom. And even refute it in this war business!”
“I agree; they have been generous.” He paused still holding her. “Do we know making peace will cure Tinon? Are we some foolish idiot window shopping in the middle of a war zone?”
She laughed. Someone must search for peace. Soon when she is ten years old, we must give up our child. Think of it! We can’t quit on our future children. We shall not give in to our doubts. Doesn’t a scientist pursue his goals until it is proved true or false?”
“I want to be a father.” I can do this. I do have some experience with caring for plants anyway.” He thought back to his green-thumb days. I don’t have to follow my father’s path. I am the King now. “I don’t think we have time for the latter or falsehood. For indulgences.”
“It won’t work.”
“Yes it will.”
“You don’t understand. I’m not—“
“What have we been doing--!”
“Creating a family, My Husband. Don’t you see?”
Lord Tweezer held back tears in his eyes. “I, too, can not give up our child. I’m so glad you said it first. I think we will be the destruction of our people’s. They will demand our blood, not just our crowns!”
Queen Morah Laughed. “We, by then, will control all Intelligence groups on Tinon. Who has to know the truth? We send a bundle of rags into the storm’s hungry mouth?”
“We cannot fool the Goddesses and Gods. There is an old saying: The weather reflects the mood of the Gods toward the people below—on earth.”
Queen Morah defended. “The Abyss wants children! Not to destroy them!”
“We don’t give the child up. Power does not like a vacuum. It is the way of the world; even the prophets say so.”
“What prophet would says war is the way of the world? Besides, to win peace, you must create a loving space for peace. Tinon’s disruptions have done that for all of us. Must we always fight wars? Have we not learned our lessons from old earth’s destruction, Lord Tweezer?
He let her down. “I’ve talked extensively with our Prophets. They say, the negative prophets, we live this game of life in conflict. Without conflict, we wouldn’t grow. We’d vegetate and grow weak. We don’t think unless pressed by some external or internal needs.”
“I see our growth coming from our willingness to press forward and do good. Research and Development is not a new concept. Simply sit down and say, how about creating this product?”
“Even the Goddesses and Gods have left us with Satina, and our shadows selves to promote our own good development.”
“Go negative on me. I hate to agree. I agree. We’re lazy beings. We put ourselves to the stake to learn. I don’t want that stake. I want us to see opportunity and pursue it. Can we not agree on that?”
“You ask too much woman.” Lord Tweezer said in frustration. “This is not about you and I. Yeah, we could do this. We are strong. But what of all the others on Tinon?”
“That is why you are King?”
He turned his head up, a rare statement. “You refer to the King or Queen’s mantel? Your point is daring, scary but true.”
“My Wife, give me a piece of paper.”
She gave him a white small pad.
“I’ve decided this matter. I must not accept any Quodarian help unless I ask for it. It’s bad enough I have Gian’s help.” He sketched designs on the paper.
“Emblazoning your family crest!”
Lord Tweezer said, “Yes. It is time. Support this banner if it appears. Vert, tree or a robust tree on a green background. Quarterly, 1st a King’s Crown, and 4th, a eagle; 2nd argent, a fleur, and 3rd, argent, guadrant lion face; in English, if you see a robust tree with lots of dark green leaves in the center on a regular green background. The first upper left hand quarter a King’s Crown, the second upper right quarter, bright red, Spearhead, and third quarter lower left with a bright red lion face and fourth lower right quarters hold an eagle.”
“A dramatic family. Your mom being a spearhead argent fluer and eagle.”
“How will I know your forces, should I ask for assistance?”
“Blood red clothes or swatch.”
End chapter 49.
Our universal hope:
Each person finds peace with their shadow self.
Women find peace with the Abyss.
Man and woman find peace in marriage.
FROM THE ABYSSARIAN BOOK ON MARRIAGE
