The Distant Kingdoms Volume Sixteen: Times of Peace

By David A Petersen

Peace has reigned across the world of Perencore for a great many years ever since all of the enemies of civilisation have been soundly defeated. No wars rage, slavery is abolished, crime is at its lowest recorded level and the peoples of all countries are content with their lives. And yet, some threats still exist, but are yet to make themselves known to the citizens of these different nations.

In Xerous City, the capital of Porra, Colin Bourke has gone from being a revered leader of men and women, the hero of the Hamaforth Kingdoms, a fearless discoverer of other civilisations and all-around good guy...to just sort of hanging around, wasting time. His former spouse, Jenrin Hul has provided him with two wonderful twin daughters who would be the apple of anyone’s eye. Colin constantly refers to his greatly cherished daughters as; ‘The Twins of Evil’.

Lady Pira Laninval finds herself in a loveless marriage with an abusive husband who conspiries against her in order to seize the authority of the Porran regional throne. His extensive family, a pack of devious members of the lower nobility, are likewise in league with his Lordship’s dishonourable schemes.

In the once dreaded city of Terrimorter life is far more relaxed - at least for a short while. Sergeant Major Walter Bradshaw and the rest of the soldiers in the British squad have retired from army life and run an upper-market tavern near the Imperial palace. Their business partner is non-other than Sean Corrigin, a fact that confuses a great many people. Their business is quite the success, although there appears to be pressure from a mysterious business consortium to sell their establishment.

In the Imperial palace, Ruler Entell Thellon and his beloved spouse, Empress Dara Thellon reign over the Azzil Territories with intelligence and fairness that is unheard of throughout its recorded history. Although they have not managed to produce their own children, they have adopted the child rescued from the doomed city of Innolin; Herrina Thellon is now like a daughter of their very own, although she holds a deep-seeded hatred beneath the surface of her tranquil exterior.
Connie York and her partner, Carl Buchanan likewise reside within the palace - at the Empress’ insistence. Their life is a serene affair as they simply live life to its fullest extent. The communication system discovered over in the Landmass of Sesquain allows them to maintain contact with the surviving members of the former Confederate squad who presently reside in a small village much closer to the northern coastline.

In the Hamaforth Kingdoms, the Iroquois crew, once under the leadership of Lieutenant Gary Wyndham, have now disbanded to run their own ranches and farms. Wyndham has married one of the local women, Ilit Vannur and they have a child - and so far their lives are nothing but perpetual bliss.
In the city of Valderhien, their Royal Majesties continue to rule over the entirety of the Hamaforth Kingdoms in a joint effort. The king generally deals with the more noxious bureaucracy while her Majesty is more involved in fending off her subjects attempting to organise an arranged marriage with his Highness, Zarr Thellon - who is nowhere near old enough to be married.

Ernest and Edith have suffered a terrible tragedy that threatens to completely destroy their lives. They continue to work through their grief with the kind assistance of a great many friends and companions, including Lorraine Hanis, her husband, Immir Hanis and Doctor Victor Chan.

To the east in the nation of Phornimiren, the Appor tribe live under the constant threat of poachers and criminals, all in desperate need to steal the wondrous flying horses. The tribe’s leader, Sil-Ta-Dan and her partner, Kurt Limmen lead a constant counteroffensive to maintain ownership of these incredible animals.

And high above everyone, a great threat looms, ready to annihilate the entire population of Perenco

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: Aug 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9781922628756

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PROLOGUE

It was cold: So very cold. Nothing moved. No sound was to be heard. No breeze blew. No animal call or bird cry was audible. Nothing was the main characteristic of the vacuum of space. The planet itself was slightly smaller in stature to Earth, a picturesque green and blue world possessing a massive continent that stretched across the surface of the large orb. The landmass was surrounded by the deep blue of numerous oceans that teemed with life of a great many aquatic species. Near the planet hovered its three moons, all minor in size, all completely devoid of life. These celestial bodies hovered around the planet as though faithful pets, seeking only approval from a kindly master. They never strayed or complained about their meagre lot in this, their eternal life.

The craft was large in size, about three hundred metres in length with a triangular mainframe and possessed two large dorsal arches, almost as if it had sprouted massive wings. The huge ship was black in tone with a dark green tinged that would create some minor confusion in the mind of anyone attempting to state its colour. For close to five years the craft had been in orbit around the planet, neither altering in height nor changing position. A light coating of ice covered the tough outer skin of the craft, the result of having spent such an extended period in the freezing cold vacuum of space. Even the distant sun with its extensive warmth could not melt the constant reminder of space’s merciless, cold grasp.

Even more time passed as the foreign craft free-floated in space. Nothing changed around nor inside as it continued to faithfully obey the laws of physics. And quite soon the vessel would come to life and a great menace born with it.

CHAPTER ONE

THE HAMAFORTH KINGDOMS

THE NATION OF PORRA

XEROUS CITY

It was always something. Despite having lived in a state of peace for over five years, as measured on Earth, there always seemed to be some sort of desperately urgent difficulty that required his immediate and undivided attention. On that sunny, reasonably warm day, Colin Bourke rode a horse along the narrow dirt road that led between Xerous castle and the walled city located a touch further down in the valley. On looking up, he could not help but marvel at Xerous City in all its glorious ugliness. The grim, grey metropolis with its high stone walls, protruding roofs and towers and the ever-present pall of smog was now the place he thought of as his home city. A light smile made its presence on his freshly shaven features. It was quite the change from his former abode – New York City.

As per standard operational parameters, a group of uniformed soldiers, both male and female, were to be seen scattered in no discernible order about the entrance. They gave no indication of having noticed Colin’s approach and continued to idly talk amongst themselves – and in one instance a trooper was obviously fast asleep, using a bale of hay to remain propped up in a sitting position. A number of people entered or departed the city and they too paid no real mind to the lone horseman riding towards them. On finally noticing the new arrival from the castle, some of the soldiers did acknowledge the man in question.

Good morning, your Lordship! one uniformed girl pipped up.

Colin nodded towards her. Morning, he replied. He frowned. Are any of you really old enough to be in the army?

Most of the soldiers openly chuckled at his quip.

Yes, your Lordship, one of the youths replied.

I must be getting old, Colin grumbled. Oh, and you do realise that whole ‘lordship’ business no longer applies to me. I had the King rescind the title last season. Everyone kept giving me preferential treatment over Lady Pira. The whole business was driving her nuts.

One uniformed youth frowned. Nuts?

I mean ‘crazy’. You can’t really be expected to run the entire country if no one recognises your authority.

And how is Lady Pira Laninval doing this day? the same female soldier inquired in an obvious feint for gossip to share amongst the other troopers.

Colin brought his horse to a standstill. Oh, she’s just loves her new life as a married woman! He commented, his tone laden with sarcasm. Only the other day, the good Lady Pira tried to have her own husband stuck in the dungeons.

I was under the impression the dungeons had been sealed off?

They are. She wanted them unsealed; his Lordship put inside and then have the entrance bricked up again. He gave a quick laugh. I swear those two are the best night’s entertainment available! They do nothing but fight all the time! You can clearly hear them from one end of the castle to the other. He ceased his enthusiastic diatribe to frown. Mind you, at least they’re still married. Which is more than can be said for me.

A terrible shame, the uniformed girl sympathised.

Anyhow, I’d better be moving. Many places to visit and many people to annoy to the best of my limitless ability. Colin egged his mount to begin moving – then halted yet again. Oh, and just a friendly piece of advice for all of you; don’t just drift around the entrance. If the Colonel happens to wander past, she’ll tear you all new assholes. He pointed to one of the sentries. And it might also be an idea to wake him up – before he really gets into some serious trouble!

Having delivered his friendly warning to the troops, he continued on into the city proper.

One soldier turned to the uniformed girl. What, by all the great gods, does; ‘tear you all new assholes’ mean?

She shrugged. I have no idea – but it sounds painful.

Colin rode his horse along the main road, past a vast variety of shops and other such retail outlets to be found in that part of Xerous City. He halted before one familiar place that tugged at his mind with both fond and grim memories. The shop in question was the very same café that he, the Dearnian guards, Boriculin and Zirinn had stopped at to have some breakfast before inspecting the rest of the city. His mind wandered back to that time so many years ago after having been accidentally transferred to this world as a result of activating the Minerva Project. He thought about those two members of his entourage. Boriculin with his atypical dark hair was still a residing guard at the Royal palace in the distant city of Valderhien. Poor Zirinn, who had personally saved Colin’s life on a couple of occasions, was long dead, having been killed on nothing more important than a scouting patrol one day.

Deciding not to let the thought go to waste, Colin tied his horse to the vertical hitching post and ventured into the café. A handful of other people, both visitors and residents were to be found inside the small eatery. Some cast a fleeting glance at the tall newcomer; others admittedly stared at him in abject fascination. He knew full-well the people gawking at him were locals. They easily recognised him as being the former leader of the nation of Porra.

A mere slip of a girl behind the counter stepped across to serve the attractive man. She to recognised him and blushed accordingly.

May I help you, your Lordship?

Ah … It’s … Oh, never mind, he responded. Look, I’ll have one of those cakes, thanks. He stated, pointing towards a pile of what appeared to be blueberry muffins displayed on a fancy plate.

The shop assistant retrieved one of the muffins, depositing the treat in a paper bag. Colin paid for his breach of a healthy dietary regiment then left the café. While eating his treat, Colin suddenly realised he had become the focal point of his horse’s attention. He halted before the strangely grinning animal.

So, I suppose you want your fair share?

He took the horse’s failure to answer his inquiry as a sure sign it did indeed wish to share in the cake. He broke off a large portion of the baked treat, feeding that part to the horse which greedily ate the unusual offering. Placing the empty paper bag into a nearby rubbish bin; one of his inspirational ideas while in charge, he climbed back into the saddle and ventured ever on.

***

Colin Bourke’s first port of call was to the Xerous City Cathedral. Much to his surprise there appeared to be some sort of function in progress in the nation’s main religious complex. A great many horses and carriages were to be seen crowding the streets about the massive structure. A collection of servants stood about the streets, looking bored with their lot in life. Some of these fancily clothed people did bother to interrupt their boredom by offering the recent arrival a fleeting glance, though most just remained as they were near their stationary modes of horse-drawn transport.

After hitching his mount to an obliging post, Colin stepped across to the nearest person, a middle-aged man in a dark brown suit.

So, what’s going on here?

The man turned to him. A wedding between two families with far too much money to waste! he huffed, indignantly.

Any idea when it’ll finish?

Oh, sometime soon, I would imagine. They have been in there since the early morning.

I might duck round the side and wait for Tennus Fen to finish.

The other man gave a mild shrug. Suit yourself.

Colin stepped through the main gates, diverting his path to a narrow trail that led through the extensive gardens and to a side entrance of the cathedral. Thankfully, he found the minor entrance not only unlocked, but actually wide open. There were no sentries on duty at the entrance or on any other way into the building. Tennus Fen had long since dismissed all forms of security from the entire cathedral under the correct impression that such human fortifications were no longer a necessity in these peaceful, bountiful times. During his excursion through the familiar labyrinth of the cathedral’s interior, he passed a couple of members of the cleaning and maintenance staff, pausing to greet these people. One of the permanent gardeners on staff advised Colin that the wedding would indeed be finishing shortly and that he could wait for the Archbishop in his Worship’s primary office.

Colin soon located the Archbishop’s main office and found it already occupied.

Linra Few nee Dynil was seated at a large desk and looked up on noticing someone venture into the office. A smile radiated on her face on realising the new arrival was none other than the former Lord of Porra.

A good morning to you, Colin Bourke! she greeted him, rising to her feet.

It must be said at the time that the Archbishop’s assistant was a good seven months into a pregnancy and standing upright was in itself quite the chore.

There’s no need to… Colin remarked, realising he was a touch too late. Tell me, why does the captain permit you to keep working here when your term’s almost up?

The smile fled her face to be replaced by a determined expression. Words have already been spoken between us on that very topic. And I tell you, as I recently explained to my noble, faithful, hard-working husband; I will cease to act as his Worship’s secretary when I am ready to do so!

Colin grinned. Don’t tell me you and Werer Few actually had an argument?

Quite an excessive one, she chuckled in a manner that reminded him of the young girl she had been only a couple of season ago. She frowned. It was, to be perfectly truthful, the worst fight in all the time we have been betrothed. He actually spent that night in the guest room.

Oh, that doesn’t sound like the Captain’s usual behaviour.

It is not. So I moved into the guest room with him.

Ah, isn’t that sort of pointless?

To be honest – yes. With me in this condition, there is not all that much we can do but lay there and hold hands.

Maybe if you just stick with holding hands, you won’t always end up in that sort of condition, Colin theorised, indicating her impressive baby bump.

She clutched at her rounded stomach. I will have his Lordship know, I quite enjoy being in such a condition!

How many will this one make, Linra Few? Eight, nine – maybe an even dozen.

She gave a laugh. You know full-well, the Captain and I have only three children already. This one will make four – naturally.

Archbishop Tennus Fen stepped into the office. His Worship was attired in his traditional formal robes, as was befitting for such an important occasion such as the marriage ceremony of two members of financially influential families. He halted before his assistant and visitor then promptly tore away most of these cumbersome garments.

I really, seriously do loath having to wear these outrageous costumes! Tennus Fen bemoaned, now standing in his usual attire of a plain brown monk’s habit. The short, slightly rotund man scratched at his thinning hair. Much better! He looked to Colin. And to what do I owe the pleasure, Colin?

Just passing and thought I’d drop in. It’s always a good idea to see just how things are down here in the big city. You never know when I might need to pass some item of news onto Lady Pira.

And how is her Ladyship faring these days? I must admit to missing her presence in my sermons.

And that’s what you get for basically forcing poor Pira into a marriage that she really wanted no part of … And I think I just ended a sentence with a preposition.

Nonsense!

No – I’m pretty sure the word ‘of’ is a preposition.

I mean, I did no such thing to Lady Pira Laninval! the Archbishop protested.

If we weren’t standing in the middle of a really big church, I’d tell you just how much bullshit that last remark was.

Language, thank you! Tennus Fen huffed in indignation. All I did was to constantly remind her Ladyship of her dutiful requirement to bear the future line of the Laninval family so they could rule the glorious nation of Porra throughout the passing eons. It was not as if I put any undue pressure to bear on her Ladyship.

No, what happened is she’s married to that moron that she now hates. You don’t get to see or hear the worst of it, tucked all the way down here in this nice, safe, quiet cathedral. I, along with everyone else up there in the castle, have to listen to them fighting all the time. Seriously, I think it becomes physical from time to time. Pira was sporting a black eye for a while. That’s why she didn’t drop by for a nice chat and mutter some prayers to a big bunch of non-existent gods.

That will be quite enough of the blasphemy, thank you! Tennus Fen growled. He was obviously deep in thought – which was the only reason the former Lord of Porra did not receive the verbal admonishment of the ages from the Archbishop. You say her husband, his Lordship struck her?

That would be my guess, the far taller man answered, noticing the angered, in fact, furious expression on Linra Few’s features.

What happened afterwards? the Archbishop inquired.

You mean before or after Tillisar and Hock dangled the most recent Lord of Porra from out a high window and threatened to drop him the very next time he dares lay a hand on Pira – under any circumstances imaginable?

I never realised events were so terrible up there, Tennus Fen gasped.

Let me tell you this for free, Colin explained, even when Jenrin Hul and I were breaking up, our fights never once involved violence. Threats of violence perhaps, but never any actual physical contact.

It was a shame about you and Jenrin Hul, Linra Few mentioned. You were both such a lovely couple.

I thought so too, Colin assured her, his features grimacing. However, we may have loved one another at a certain time, but we just couldn’t occupy the same house – not without causing serious damage to the building.

Still, Tennus Fen muttered, apparently still considering the other, far more serious issue. You both have two lovely daughters to show for your affections.

What! Colin blurted. ‘The ‘Twins of Evil’!

The Archbishop was now staring up at the other man. Did it ever occur to you, Colin that perhaps the reason you and poor Jenrin Hul kept fighting was in part because of your continual usage of highly derogatory terms in regards to your own offspring?

Colin stared back at him. Now what would give you that strange notion?

It was just a thought on my part.

Anyway, they both hate me. Colin looked to Linra Few. Can you imagine such a thing?

If my husband; who I both love and cherish, ever dare say anything of the sort about our children, I would have no hesitation in putting rat poison into his oatmeal one morning.

You make the Captain eat oatmeal?

Sometimes there is just no talking to you.

That’s just what Jenrin Hul used to say to me.

It is time for Colin to leave, Tennus Fen announced. I have to go to the castle and see if a certain marriage can be saved.

Colin looked to Linra Few and shrugged. And on that note, I guess I’m out of here.

Please drop by for dinner one night! she called to him, as he wandered from the room.

Will do! Colin Bourke’s disembodied voice called right back.

Not uttering another word, a troubled-looking Archbishop Tennus Fen likewise fled the office in search of the cathedral stables. He was a man on a mission and nothing would get in his way.

CHAPTER TWO

Colin Bourke’s next port of call was the private and quite exclusive gaming house owned by his former love interest, Jenrin Hul. On finally reaching his ultimate destination, he tied his mount to the front veranda of said institution, greeted some of the security men on duty and stepped inside. To no great surprise, he found nothing much at all going on in the main gaming rooms. There were only two patrons to be seen so early in the afternoon and both were seated before one of the games tables. A couple of bored-looking hostesses hovered near these elderly men, occasionally offering a word or two of advice on how best to finally become something either man had never been before today – impoverished. Another hostess, tall, possessing dark hair and an exceedingly curvaceous figure stepped from the main bar, a tray of drinks clutched with both delicate hands. She noticed the new arrival, turned and offered him a bright smile. Once done with plying the patrons with even more free alcohol, she quickly stepped across to properly greet him.

Good afternoon, Colin!

Hi, Pennin Aillon; how’s tricks?

She frowned. Ah … I am doing very well. She hoped this was the correct answer to his rather odd inquiry. And how are you faring these days?

As well as can be expected. Apparently, Jenrin Hul, you know; ‘she who must be obeyed’ sent word for me that my presence was required. He grinned. So here I am!

You do realise if she ever catches you using that term to describe her…

She’ll pull off both my arms. Yes, I understand the concept and make every endeavour not to have her find out. He gave a nervous look about the gaming rooms. Ah … Where are the ‘Twins of Evil’ at right now?

If you mean your very lovely twin daughters, they are upstairs – along with their easily angered mother, the hostess commented, flashing him a warning look. And take my word on this; if Jenrin Hul gets angered, everyone here gets to pay the price.

Point taken, he smiled. I’ll try not to upset; ‘The Wicked Witch of the West’.

The hostess placed a hand over her open mouth. She quickly recovered from the initial shock of his outrageous comment. You really do yearn for your own violent death, Colin Bourke!

Nonsense! I just have an overactive sense of humour is all. He turned towards the stairs that led to the upper level. Oh, one more thing! He remarked to the hostess. Lady Pira was wondering just what happened to the Colonel. She’s hardly ever up at the castle anymore.

Pennin Aillon blushed – just a touch. The Colonel’s absence may be my doing. Also, she really does hate being around and hearing her Ladyship and his Lordship fight all the time. She told me the whole thing gives her a bad headache.

Colin rolled his eyes. Tell me about it!

After going to the upper level, he easily located his former love interest, Jenrin Hul standing in her bedroom. The gaming house owner was dressed rather immodestly in merely her undergarments. She was searching through her particularly spacious wardrobe, obviously for some mode of clothing that happened to take her interest.

Hello, Colin, she muttered, not so much as bothering to look at him.

Hi, there, he replied, his eyes indiscreetly running over her quite attractive figure. You called for me?

She nodded. Yes, indeed I did – and not to stand there, staring at me with adolescent lust.

Sorry, sometimes I just can’t help myself. After all, you are an outstanding-looking woman.

That is all well and good; however, I have need of your services tonight.

Oh, God! I was hoping you’d say something like that! Take the rest of that stuff off and let’s get into bed!

She laughed. Not quite so fast, Colin! As a matter of fact, I need you to firstly take charge of the casino and also actually spend some time with your daughters.

He fell silent, his mind not even lingering of the sight of an attractive, scantily clad woman. Is that really necessary?

You have spent more than enough nights here. You should know exactly how the casino operates.

No – I mean the other favour.

Jenrin Hul ceased sorting through her wardrobe to turn and stare at him. Do not start with that nonsense!

But, they hate me! he protested.

Your own daughters do not hate you! she scolded him, her attention returning to the seemingly ceaseless quest for just the right outfit. Perhaps if you did not constantly ignore your parental duties, they might come to know you better. Anyway, they are both only ten seasons of age; where you are supposed to be a grown man.

There must be someone else who can do the babysitting routine while I mind the gambling-alcoholic drunks? He smiled. Pennin Aillon likes the girls! Get her to look after them!

Pennin Aillon has been on duty for the better part of the day and all of last night, I have no intention of making her stay here through this night. Also, there is one important fact you have forgotten about her.

"What’s that?’

She is not the children’s father – you are.

I just knew I was going to walk right into that one! he grumbled. He looked around. So, where are they?

I am not sure, she answered, hauling a red dress from out of many others. They must be around here somewhere. She quickly placed the dress over her body.

Now you’ve gone and ruined the view!

Jenrin Hul ignored his remark and instead stood before him. How does this look?

Colin gave a deep sigh, but decided against better judgement to be absolutely truthful. If you must know, that dress makes you look like a cheap streetwalker.

She pointed a warning finger at him. Do not start with me – Colin! You are staying here with your own daughters, whether you like it or not!

But, I still don’t think they like me! In fact, they both have an abject hatred of me! Especially … What’s the name of the one with dark hair?

Jenrin Hul unbuttoned the red ‘streetwalker’ dress, allowing the discarded garment to plummet to the carpeted floor. Her name is Pollinar Hul – and do not ever again pretend to forget your daughter’s name or I will do everything in my considerable power to make your life a living misery. Next up, Jenrin Hul tried on a black dress, cut low at both the front and back. Is this better?

He nodded. Much better.

A thought came to mind. Just why are you leaving tonight? Normally, we can’t get you out of the place.

That is not true. I go out on many occasions to visit friends and do some shopping. Only the other day, Inlo Ricc and I visited some of the better clothing boutiques in the commercial district. She gave her head a sad shake. I swear I have never met a more frustrating woman in all my days. She is a full colonel at such a young age and yet has absolutely no notion of her own worth.

Your idea of worth is for the Colonel to take up duties again in the casino.

Believe me; I have made her numerous offers. Very generous ones, I might add.

Why are you going out?

Jenrin Hul paused. Ah, I actually have a social engagement to attend.

Now Colin’s interests were on high alert. His former love interest was being coy – and Jenrin Hul was never, ever coy about practically any topic imaginable.

You’re going out on a date! he exclaimed.

She sort of smiled at him. I really have no idea what that means.

You’re going to have dinner and sex with some man I don’t approve of!

Well, the ‘dinner’ part is correct, she assured him. I have still not made up my mind on the ‘sex’ part of the arrangement.

I forbid it!

She gave a light chuckle at his command. Colin, my dear, you have absolutely no authority to order me around.

I’ll have you know, I used to be a very important person around here!

With emphasis on the term ‘used to’, she chided him jokingly while removing a pair of green dress shoes from the same wardrobe.

I could always talk to Lady Pira and have her command you not to see other – lesser men! he insisted. Oh, those shoes don’t match that dress.

Jenrin Hul tossed the offending footwear aside and continued searching for better shoes. You forget, Colin that Lady Pira Laninval is a close friend of mine.

She’s my friend too.

That is beside the point. And besides, why do you care if I spend time with other men? We have not been intimate with one another for a couple of seasons now.

To be quite honest, when you said you were going out with another man tonight, it sort of broke my heart – just a little.

She stepped over, wrapping both arms around him. You are such a good, decent man, Colin Bourke – even if your behaviour tends towards being childish at times. I am certain, beyond all doubts that you will find another love in your life. But, I deserve to search for someone special as well. She released her grasp of him to display the next pair of shoes.

Much better.

She quickly shoved both shoes onto her feet. Anyway – going back to the girls, you really should not make fun of them. Think of what happened to your friend, Ernest Bonaparte.

Yeah, Colin retorted with a cringe. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. Edith’s even worse off. Apparently, most days she’s just catatonic. He paused to reflect on such a great tragedy. Yeah, I’ll mind our daughters – and even look after the stupid casino.

On giving a shrug, Colin Bourke decided to locate his currently absent daughters. There were far, far worse things in the world than babysitting duties for a night.

***

Lady Pira Laninval sat on one of two high-backed chairs to be found on the podium. Around her position in the meeting hall were the usual array of sentries, the two Dearnian guards, Tillisar and Hock, along with an assortment of dignitaries and other such peoples from all over Porra. She remained seated, staring down at a finely-dressed man of middle-age who continued to drone on and on about his believed rights in regards to land ownership. The land in question was a vast tract of fertile plains to be found to the north of the nation. Unfortunately, two influential families were in line to claim ownership of the area, a condition that was slowly, surely bringing Porra to a state of civil war. Already there had been open hostilities between the two families resulting in at least three deaths and many more injuries. Her Ladyship was valiantly attempting to defuse the highly volatile situation before it could result in open warfare.

The representative of one family involved in the sordid mess was stating his case in his standard fashion – by going over the supposed facts of the matter in a repetitive, boring manner in the vague hope of lulling her Ladyship into siding with his family.

And furthermore, the family representative continued; it is a known fact our family has always held the titles to these lands, though unfortunately, the original documents have long been lost. Ask practically anyone from the Timmer family and they will all tell you this is a certain fact. The Reepin family members all lie when they say that land actually belongs to them.

How am I to know this, your Grace? Pira Laninval finally plucked up the courage to ask.

Willim Timmer rolled his grey eyes. Because I have just told you so.

But, is it not true that you would be acting in the best interests of your own family, Willim Timmer?

I hardly think accusations of corruption are called for, your Ladyship! the man huffed in great indignation. Look, is it possible to deal with his Lordship? You know, the real person in command here.

Both Dearnian guards turned to glare at him.

I must inform you, Colin Bourke is no longer the recognised authority here in Xerous, Pira Laninval countered, feeling her temper fraying.

The man at the centre of everyone’s attention blinked a couple of times. No! I mean the real Lord of Porra – your good husband!

She glared down at him. I do beg your pardon?

Look, this is ridiculous! he exclaimed. I was speaking to Lord Vernin Korr earlier this morning and he assured me my case would be heard in a favourable light. After all, he is a family cousin, so I feel it is best if I discuss the matter with him.

There was a moment’s pause as Pira Laninval mentally digested the man’s astonishing admission. She turned to one of her official guards. Hock, would you be so kind as to go and fetch my husband – you know ‘his Lordship’ and bring him to me.

Hock merely bowed before fleeing the meeting hall.

Tillisar turned to the seated woman. I could have brought his Lordship here.

I would prefer it if my devoted spouse arrived here in one piece, Tillisar, Pira Laninval retorted, giving a wry smile. Your temper tends to get the better of you. Hock is far more even-tempered.

Well, excuse me! the Dearnian woman muttered.

Pira Laninval returned her attention to the head of the Timmer family. Let me explain something to you while we await his Lordship’s arrival, your Grace. I and I alone rule the nation of Porra – not my spouse. He is my rightful husband and truthfully has no say in the running of our country. The fact he is a family member to you only highlights the reality that his views in this matter are seriously tainted and I am sorely vexed at him for having become involved in the debate without either my knowledge or permission.

Hock arrived in the hall via a side entrance. He was closely followed by a man of early age, tall, thin with an exceedingly lofty expression on his features. On viewing his wife speaking with Willim Timmer, he baulked ever so slightly before finally approaching the podium. Hock merely returned to his standard place near the raised platform. He still held the firm belief both he and Tillisar should have released their grasp on his Lordship while dangling the fool from a high window not so long ago.

What is going on here? his Lordship demanded, standing near his cousin.

Did you forget something, my dear? Pira Laninval inquired, a steely edge to her tone.

Oh… he grumbled, performing a fleeting bow.

She smiled. Much better! Now, please feel free to tell me exactly what is going on in regards to his Grace’s idiotic land-grab of the northern plains

How dare you! Lord Vernin Korr exclaimed. I made a deal with his Grace and so far as I am concerned it is a lawful agreement!

Well, I am abolishing the deal as of right now, she announced. There is the distinct possibility of this business developing into an unlawful vendetta between the two families. The land, to the best of my knowledge, has always been held in public domain and will continue to do so. Both families have my gracious permission to use the plains to graze their cattle and horses as they see fit. Any other requirements must be met with my permission.

Vernin Korr stood before the podium, fists clenched, eyes bulging in rage. No! No! No! No! he blurted, his rage finally causing all measure of common sense to take its leave. This is a disgrace and I will have none of it! How dare you withdraw my deal with his Grace! It is certainly none of your business and you should not even be up there! Just how much embarrassment must I endure at your hands! You humiliate me at every conceivable moment, undermine my authority and refuse to stand aside to allow your betters to rule this nation! It is an outrage!

Pira Laninval remained seated. She stared down at her husband as all others present in the hall remained silent, staring in abject horror at his Lordship after the man’s recent rant.

Everyone has my permission to leave, she instructed.

The main doors to the hall opened wide. A soldier entered, clearing his throat. His Worship, the Archbishop Tennus Fen!

The soldier then ran away, making certain to close the doors behind him once his Worship had entered the hall.

If his Lordship was enraged and Lady Pira Laninval furious then Tennus Fen could only be best described as a walking, breathing, talking, cataclysm in motion. The short, rotund man in his monk habit marched along the grey carpet runner directly up to the podium. By now most of the sentries and other such people within the hall were taking their leave via any available exit. The two Dearnian guards remained in place despite her Ladyship’s earlier command.

Tennus Fen bowed to Pira Laninval. My Lady Pira. He could not help but notice the slight bruising to her right eye.

Your Worship, she replied, a touch curious about his appearance. To what do we owe the honour?

I come here today to ask for your forgiveness.

Forgiveness for what exactly?

For basically forcing you into a terrible marriage with… The Archbishop turned to his Lordship, motioning at him with one hands. This creature.

How dare you speak to me in such a fashion! his Lordship protested.

How dare I! Tennus Fen snapped. Only this very morning did I find out that not only have you been disrespectful to Lady Pira, but on one occasion, you dare raise your hand and strike her! He gave his head a sad shake. If only I had even an inkling into the true worth of your wretched character, I never would have allowed the union to take place.

Out of interest, just how did you find out? Pira Laninval inquired.

Colin Bourke told me.

The mere mention of his name struck a chord with his Lordship. That man should have been arrested! He dared to place his hands on me!

The Archbishop turned to regard him. Really?

Yes! He assaulted me in my very own quarters. Made a terrible mess of the room!

I owe Colin a most humble apology, Tennus Fen mused. He did not mention the incident this morning. I had thought him extremely negligent in his duties for not taking matters further.

Vernin Korr aimed an accusing finger towards the Dearnians. And those two hung me from out a high window! They should both be hauled up on serious criminal charges and summarily executed for such malicious deeds!

Be silent, the Archbishop instructed.

What did you just say to me?

Please permit me to tell you just how your relationship with Lady Pira Laninval is going to proceed from this moment forth. At all times you will display nothing but good grace and common courtesy towards both her Ladyship and all others working in the castle. Never will you raise your voice to her in disapproval – and I cannot make myself more clear on this next matter; under no circumstances imaginable will you ever bring physical violence to bear on your wife. Also, it has just come to my attention that you continually interfere in the running of Porra and such behaviour will cease this instant. Tennus Fen smiled at the red-faced man. Have I made myself completely understood, your Lordship?

There was a moment of strained silence.

And what if I decide my behaviour needs no alterations?

Simplicity in itself, Tennus Fen growled. I will, on hearing of any breaches of these conditions, instantly annul your marriage and send you back where you came from. You will then live out the rest of your life a miserable disgrace, shunned and loathed by all members of society. Oh, and trust me when I say; these traits will be mutually shared by all members of your family. Including that devious, land-grabbing cousin of yours.

Vernin Korr turned on heel and marched from the hall.

I take your lack of response as an agreement, Tennus Fen muttered. He looked up to Pira Laninval who was smiling brightly for the first time in many days. This still leaves us with an immense problem.

Such as? she inquired.

To begin with, you are still obviously not with child. This was the main reason behind your betrothal.

I must be quite honest with you, your Worship, she explained. As of late, I cannot stand being in the same room with him. As you know yourself, this was not always the case. The first season of our union was nothing but ‘wedded bliss’ – as they say in bad romance novels.

I can find you far better books to read, your Ladyship, the former monk quipped.

Nevertheless, to all intents our marriage has truly failed. It only brings pain and grief to both parties and creates tension amongst all others living and working within Xerous castle. She shook her head, a light smile rising on her delicate features. It is a sad state of affairs. If only Colin were a little younger. Now he would have made a fine partner for me.

So true, the Archbishop readily agreed. However, there is still the undeniable fact the man is not even from our world. His reign on the Porran throne was inspirational, but also … Problematic. And besides, do you really think of him in such a light?

No, not really. He is more like a family member to me. I am and always will be grateful for his presence and advice.

That still leaves us the issue of your spouse.

Give us some more time, she advised. Perhaps somehow we can make the arrangement work to everyone’s best interests.

Everyone’s best interests are not going to be served if you live in a bad, loveless marriage, my Lady.

His Worship does have a valid point, Tillisar confirmed.

Under normal circumstances no member of the Dearnian guard would ever dare