It’s precis time!
Uh . . . let’s see . . . we are introduced to the planet Costa at the time when the surviving monarch and heir to the throne is about to sign a formal surrender to the invaders from another planet, Sasson. The young Princess Doryn is accompanied by a bodyguard, Riso, who is from yet another planet, Soldion.
Stuff ensues during the signing of the surrender treaty, and we are introduced to Rocca, a general in the invading army. Rocca and Riso are mutually attracted
There is an attempted assassination of both Riso and Doryn, with Rocca caught in the crossfire. Then there be some courtin’ going on, with banter and stuff. But, that’s short-lived as the bad guys come a-callin’ and Riso has to do his thing. Doryn, Riso, and Rocca retire to the palace, and we learn a bit about Riso, The Watch, and the rules he lives by. Like most honorable people who still have to live in the real world, the rules are somewhat flexible, but anchored in doing the right thing.
We also read speculation as to possible motives and behind the scenes machinations. And, we get a hint that perhaps someone from Riso’s past is involved in the unfolding of events. Rocca accepts an offer to assist The Watch, and the group prepares for the hearing.
The meeting is attended by the heads of the Guilds, by representatives of Sasson’s invading force, the Costan delegation, and presided by the Mediator Codra. Before the meeting can begin, the heads of the Guilds make a play for power based on their belief Doryn is too young to bear the responsibility of her station by birth, but she quickly puts them in their place. The meeting is set to proceed when it is interrupted by a new arrival. He is known by the Soldion delegation, and they have a strong negative reaction to his appearance.
Faren, an ousted member of The Watch, is advising Sasson. He attempts to put the situation in a different light. In the course of the discussion, Doryn insults the Soldion delegation by implying her desires are secondary to the proceedings. Mediator Codra scolds her, and she immediately takes responsibility for her words, and offers to step down, granting the Guild Houses authority in her stead. After a brief discussion, the Guild Members affirm their loyalty to her, and wish for her to continue in her role as monarch.
The hearing continues with Faren dismissing Doryn’s assassination attempt as a non-sanctioned action, and coincidentally produces Sarto’s head, declaring the matter closed. The accusation that the surrender treaty was not signed in good faith is also laid on Sarto’s head (pardon the pun), as Quora testifies her information was obtained fro the now deceased Sarto.
You are all caught up . . . still, new visitors should go back and read the previous stuff.
I remind readers this is a raw version of the story (as written). I present it so in part to show what a first draft looks like, and in part because as I will not be submitting this anywhere. I know I should take pride in what I present to readers, but as this was a NaNoWriMo effort I thought, perhaps erroneously, it would be interesting to see how a sausage (or in this case, a novel) is made.
Please excuse stupid mistakes, and please make the effort to infer what’s supposed to be there when something is obviously wrong. Thank you.
Click for the following: Chapters 1 & 2 - - Chapter 3 - - Chapter 4 - - Chapter 5 - – Chapter 6 - – Chapter 7 - – Chapter 8 - – Chapters 9 & 10 - – Chapter 11 - - Chapter 12 - – Chapter 13
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NaNoWriMo Novel 01 - Untitled
Copyright 2013, E. J. D’Alise
Chapter 14 – Politics
Magistrate Codra looked back and forth between the parties, and sighed.
“As per our established procedures, the representatives for each side will conduct independent investigations to ascertain the truthfulness of the testimony.”
Codra turned toward the Sasson table, and addressed Quora directly.
“Special Envoy Quora, your ‘advisor’,” Codra emphasized the word as he pointed at Faren,”has no doubt informed you of the severe penalties associated with lying to The Watch.” He paused for a few seconds to let that sink in before continuing.
“Are you certain you wish to stand by your testimony so far?”
Quora’s eyes flicked downward, as if pondering the question, but Riso’s angle made it clear to him she glanced at the creature on the baton, whose eyes were now fixed on her. When she looked up again, she spoke with a clear and self-assured voice.
“Yes, Mediator Codra; I am.”
“Fine.” Codra rose before continuing. “Per the procedures . . . “ He did not get to finish, as Faren rose to address him.
“There is one other item that needs to be brought up before this panel.”
Codra looked at Faren for a few seconds before sitting back down.
Faren pointed at Riso before continuing.
“Riso, acting without authority from The Watch, interfered with the legitimate execution of an Internal Security warrant for General Rocca’s arrest, and in the process killed one man outright, and mutilated many others.” Again Faren motioned to the side door, and then resumed speaking.
“Internal Security wishes to bring a formal grievance citing excessive force and unprovoked attack upon their representatives. We also name Princess Doryn as having given instructions to Riso to kill Captain Torent, a veteran of the Commando Strike Force, and a highly decorated soldier of the Sasson Army.”
As Faren spoke the side door opened, and the commandos from the restaurant marched in, coming to stand behind the Sasson delegation.
Riso noticed most had both arms reattached and in slings. Two of the people had only one arm reattached; Corporal Brado was one of the two men. Riso had a pang of regret. He could have immobilized the commandos without severing their arms. While the grievance brought forth by Faren was with little merit, the fact was he had acted with excessive force, in part because he assumed all the men under Torent’s command would reflect their leader’s ethics and honor. He seldom made those kind of mistakes, and wondered if part of it all was trying to impress Rocca. He caught himself almost immediately, wondering why that thought had crossed his mind.
“Notwithstanding Riso’s action after the fact, offering the use of the medical facilities on his ship, the attack was unprovoked and unusually callous.”
Mediator Codra turned his attention toward Riso.
“Do you have a reply to the charges?”
Riso kept his eyes on Faren as he spoke.
“My actions followed Special Envoy Quora’s repeatedly ignoring my warnings regarding the legality of her actions. That, and the direct threat by Captain Torent on the life of the Princess.”
“Was the Princess ever in danger?” Asked Faren.
“You know she was not. That does not detract from his action being those of a man without honor or ethics. Doryn, Princess Doryn was no threat to him or the commandos.”
Faren turned to the Princess for his next question.
“Princess Doryn; were you at any time fearful for your life?”
Doryn considered the question carefully before answering.
“Not based on my understanding of Riso’s capabilities.”
“So, why did you ask Riso to kill Captain Torent?”
“You have your fact wrong; I said Riso could kill him if he so wished. Based on previous experience, I estimated Captain Torent to be as good as dead.”
“But you could have asked he be spared, correct?” Faren pressed, coming to a stop right in front of the table. As he did, the creature on the baton lashed out at Sarto’s head, still in the bag in front of Doryn. The head, unbalanced, rolled off the table, and landed with a dull sound onto the floor.
Doryn did not react to the gruesome event, but rather answered Faren calmly and without breaking eye contact with the man.
“I suppose so. Tell me, sir, how would you react to a threat to someone you cared for?”
The moment she finished, Doryn saw the change in Faren’s eyes, saw the anger, and in the briefest of time she had left, she saw the creature on the baton fly at her. Then she saw no more.
Chapter 14 – Politics
Riso’s staff was holding the neck of the creature against the table as it vigorously tried to free itself. All of his orbs were in the air, forming a pentagram, and a different blade was now in his hand; a double-edged blade, the edges shining with what looked like a combination of the five colors in the pentagram, and the rest of the blade looking like burned wood, both dull and shiny.
Other than the collected gasp from the Guild Heads, no one moved or spoke.
“Call back your pet!” Mediator Codra spoke the forceful command.
Faren slowly looked about, noting the entire Soldion delegation standing with all the weapons deployed. The Mediator did not have any weapons, but the ring on his left hand shone white to the point of being difficult to look at. Every Mediator had one of those rings. No one knew the full extent of their power, but it was rumored one was once used to literally slice a mountain in half, destroying a hostile base deep underground.
The creature stopped struggling, and sat there quietly. Riso slowly lifted his staff, and the creature scuttled back to the baton, but not before giving Riso a hateful look.
Riso stood toe-to-toe with Faren, speaking lower than most could hear. Rocca did hear him.
“It is only out of respect for these proceedings and for our history together that you are still alive. Do not tempt me again.”
“You may find me a tad more difficult to kill than you might imagine, but I will take your warning under consideration.”
Faren then broke eye contact and turned to Codra.
“My apologies. The creature is bound to my emotions as well as my command. The girl hit upon a sensitive nerve, and my guard dropped. It will not happen again.”
Codra regarded him as he sat back down, the brightness of his ring fading.
“See that it does not, ever again in my presence.” Codra spoke with with an icy tone reflecting his frustration at his position as Mediator keeping him from ending Faren’s existence.
Master Urentu, visibly shaken, got the nerve to voice his concern.
“What . . . What happened to Princess Doryn?”
Riso did not answer as Doryn was already coming back to the present.
Doryn blinked in disorientation. A split instant before she was about to be attacked by the creature, Faren was in front of her, Riso to her side.
Now, Faren was near the Sasson table, Riso was in the central opening of the table, and the entire Soldion delegation, with the exception of Mediator Codra, were standing with their weapons drawn. She could see the fury in their faces, and registered the relief in the faces of the Guilds heads. She looked at Riso, and noticed something she had never seen before. What little was visible of his neck was swirling with dull colors mirroring the colors of the orbs above him. As she tried to focus on the patterns, they subsided, and the orbs broke formation and returned to his belt.
“What happened?” Confused, disoriented, her question was spoken before she could think about it, but even if she had, she would have voiced the same question, and in the same edgy tone.
Rocca grabbed her hands, and Doryn focused on the familiar face.
“I’m guessing you went in-between time.”
Codra answered the question.
“Princess Doryn, you have a couple of orbs somewhere in your person. I sensed them when you walked in. They identified a threat they could not stop, and took you out of the present. It probably saved your life, although Riso was quick enough to have possibly stopped the attack.” Codra turned to Riso before continuing. “Something we’ll have to speak about after this meeting.”
“Are you going to do anything about it?” Doryn’s voice was elevated and carried an indignant edge.
“Outside of this meeting I might have done a lot, but this meeting allows for such outburst, and as long as no one is hurt, it is only noted for future determination. Understand, you were never in danger, and as unpleasant and disorienting as it might have been for you, such occurrences are not uncommon in proceedings such as these.”
“As to the matter before us, the grievance against Riso and the Princess needs corroboration before proceeding. Special Envoy Quora; is it true the attack on Captain Torent was unprovoked?”
Quora licked her lips. Both Riso and Faren were looking at her, and she had just witnessed displays of power she could not hope to understand. Any way she answered would bring down the ire of either Faren or Riso, and she was contemplating not only the end of her career, but possibly her life.
To Be Continued
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