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the next day before being teleported back to this time. Fortunately Tais
hadn't told Bob and Carol of how I'd gotten Hope and myself into a "situation"
that could have senselessly resulted too in both our deaths in some tavern
brawl! Just because I was too "confident" in my own fighting abilities!!
"Dularn," Carol breathed, her eyes "glistening" a bit here. Here she'd
once been a "Warlady", not just a "housewife" like she was back in the 21st
Century or earlier in the 20th Century. Bob and Carol were good friends of
Janet Rogers, I knew, although I'd understood from Hope that they didn't have
any actual "role" in the administration as such except perhaps as "advisors"
to Janet.
"What year was it in your time?" I asked, curious to know.
"2019," Bob smiled, giving his now royal daughter a hug.
"I'll see if I can find us a taxi carriage," I smiled.
"Doesn't `look' any `different'," Bob said to me as I nodded back, his
wife sitting there quietly at his side, perhaps well aware that this would
only be a brief "visit" to a land they had learned to love. Recalling too what
Maris had told me of finding their last remains the year before, proof that
they had finally "come home" back to the land they'd both so loved despite it
all!
"And my daughter is now a `Queen' in her own country," Carol said, her
eyes wet with tears as she now regarded Hope beside me. The still famous
brownette no longer quite as "provocative" as she'd once been when I
remembered her, but still a woman even at her age that might yet turn a male
head from time to time here... The provocative "shortness" of her leather
skirt having drawn the attention of the carriage's driver, who had perhaps
believed that she was a prostitute, only such here wearing a skirt that
short!!
"Just `where' are you people from?" the driver interjected!
"They are `friends' of the Queen of Trelandar," I retorted! The driver
making no further "comment" here as we rattled along, the cobblestoned streets
of Arsana little different than those of Trella in this regard, both "my"
Trella and "Hope's" own Trella. The Moon shining down upon us as the cool
breezes of evening drove away the heat of the day, it having been a warm late
June.
"How!?" captain Tori Wells gasped as Bob helped Carol down from the
carriage, the officer now "recognizing" her old Warlady! The brownette's
attire, her strap boots the mark in this era of a woman who "sold" herself,
although in the 21st Century such "at- tire" did not imply anything of the
sort. The prostitute of the 21st Century often then wearing attire more suited
for the beach!
"Still keeping a good watch?" Carol teased Tori in reply.
"By Lys its good to see you again!" Tori breathed back.
"I'm just a `visitor' this time," Carol informed Tori.
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"It's a `different' world now," Maris' officer smiled.
"With `age' comes `wisdom'," I smiled, Bob nodding back.
"Seems almost if Tais is now building up an `expeditionary force',"
Darlanis mused, the Empress swirling the brandy there in her goblet. The hour
late, near midnight, the Moon shining down upon the now sleeping city of
Arsana. The thought going through my mind that seventy eight years from now
great tidal waves would wash over Dularn. Mile high waves as the neutron star
yanked the Earth out of its orbit around the sun and dragged it off into the
cold icy depths of interstellar space. Only in the center of the land masses,
using the technology of the Priestesses and that of the Women and the Lorr
could any survive by tunneling beneath the surface down to the internal heat
yet stored under the surface...
"To where?" Janet Rogers asked, the same "thought" going through my
mind. I rather doubted it, as it seemed more "likely" here that Tais just
wanted to make sure that we'd stop Princess Tara's latest attempt to overthrow
our societies in favor of the sort of "disorder" that would allow her to gain
"dominion" of at least one of our countries, perhaps Orgon, now torn
politically.
"More likely Tais is trying to teach us to work together," I ventured,
glancing at Bob and Carol sitting there with Hope. I'd once crossed blades
with Carol, held her life in the palm of my hand. Marked her face with my
point in a way that would leave no doubts that she'd been "bested". That had
been my revenge on her for what she'd done to my ships, to my own "reputation"
there... Now all that "hatred" was gone, and I could see Carol as just a woman
who had been "used" by Tais for her own political purposes. "She's only got
seventy eight years to `civilize' us here," I now added, not really thinking
of what I was saying to them all here!
"And `WHAT' happens `seventy eight' years from now!?" Maris "asked", her
eyes, as green as emeralds, glowing hotly into mine. The others save now but
Janet Rogers, all "staring" right at me! "Is the EVIL ONE returning to Earth?"
she ventured, such being a "prediction" there in the BOOK OF LYS that'd come
true last year!
"A neutron star passes through the solar system in 2648 and drags the
Earth out of its orbit," I replied, Janet nodding back. Telling them what I'd
seen for myself aboard the Gaia when the ship had accidentally traveled too
far "forward" into the future.
"The destruction caused by the Earth being dragged out of its orbit
around the sun would in many ways `exceed' that of The War," Bob spoke up,
glancing at Janet Rogers, who nodded in turn. "There would be great tidal
waves miles high that would sweep for perhaps hundreds of miles inland,
terrible earthquakes like noth- ing Mankind has ever experienced before,
perhaps the rise of new mountain ranges, thousands of volcanoes pouring out
molten lava."
"I think I'd better not `plan' on having children," Maris said, the look
on her face leaving no doubts as to her feelings.
"I believe that Tais plans to transport a portion of Mankind back in
time, send other portions to other worlds," I ventured... "There is some
`evidence' from history that this did `happen'," I added now, recalling the
conversations I'd had earlier with Hope. "We know for example that the
American Indians seemed to adapt to the horse far faster than what one
normally would have expected," I explained, such indicating to me at least
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that perhaps some of the Nevadas and Wyomings were sent back to the Sixteenth
Century.
"The question has never been `answered' either why we of the western
coast of North America managed to rebuild some sort of a civilization when
those elsewhere failed to do so," Darlanis ven- tured, raising a "point" that
had puzzled me off and on now too! There was an "Empire" in Europe, but I knew
little about it ex- cept for what Yvette had been able to tell me about it
years ago. Mexico and parts of South America had managed to build some sort of
a "civilization", but most of these were little "higher" than those once
"raised" by the American Indians there centuries ago. There was some sort of
"civilization" in China and Japan, but in this case too they had not reached
the "levels" that we had here, perhaps because they had not had the
"advantage" of having "me"!* * I am of course "responsible" for all the
"advanced" technology, although Dularnian Builders did manage to reproduce the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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the next day before being teleported back to this time. Fortunately Tais
hadn't told Bob and Carol of how I'd gotten Hope and myself into a "situation"
that could have senselessly resulted too in both our deaths in some tavern
brawl! Just because I was too "confident" in my own fighting abilities!!
"Dularn," Carol breathed, her eyes "glistening" a bit here. Here she'd
once been a "Warlady", not just a "housewife" like she was back in the 21st
Century or earlier in the 20th Century. Bob and Carol were good friends of
Janet Rogers, I knew, although I'd understood from Hope that they didn't have
any actual "role" in the administration as such except perhaps as "advisors"
to Janet.
"What year was it in your time?" I asked, curious to know.
"2019," Bob smiled, giving his now royal daughter a hug.
"I'll see if I can find us a taxi carriage," I smiled.
"Doesn't `look' any `different'," Bob said to me as I nodded back, his
wife sitting there quietly at his side, perhaps well aware that this would
only be a brief "visit" to a land they had learned to love. Recalling too what
Maris had told me of finding their last remains the year before, proof that
they had finally "come home" back to the land they'd both so loved despite it
all!
"And my daughter is now a `Queen' in her own country," Carol said, her
eyes wet with tears as she now regarded Hope beside me. The still famous
brownette no longer quite as "provocative" as she'd once been when I
remembered her, but still a woman even at her age that might yet turn a male
head from time to time here... The provocative "shortness" of her leather
skirt having drawn the attention of the carriage's driver, who had perhaps
believed that she was a prostitute, only such here wearing a skirt that
short!!
"Just `where' are you people from?" the driver interjected!
"They are `friends' of the Queen of Trelandar," I retorted! The driver
making no further "comment" here as we rattled along, the cobblestoned streets
of Arsana little different than those of Trella in this regard, both "my"
Trella and "Hope's" own Trella. The Moon shining down upon us as the cool
breezes of evening drove away the heat of the day, it having been a warm late
June.
"How!?" captain Tori Wells gasped as Bob helped Carol down from the
carriage, the officer now "recognizing" her old Warlady! The brownette's
attire, her strap boots the mark in this era of a woman who "sold" herself,
although in the 21st Century such "at- tire" did not imply anything of the
sort. The prostitute of the 21st Century often then wearing attire more suited
for the beach!
"Still keeping a good watch?" Carol teased Tori in reply.
"By Lys its good to see you again!" Tori breathed back.
"I'm just a `visitor' this time," Carol informed Tori.
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"It's a `different' world now," Maris' officer smiled.
"With `age' comes `wisdom'," I smiled, Bob nodding back.
"Seems almost if Tais is now building up an `expeditionary force',"
Darlanis mused, the Empress swirling the brandy there in her goblet. The hour
late, near midnight, the Moon shining down upon the now sleeping city of
Arsana. The thought going through my mind that seventy eight years from now
great tidal waves would wash over Dularn. Mile high waves as the neutron star
yanked the Earth out of its orbit around the sun and dragged it off into the
cold icy depths of interstellar space. Only in the center of the land masses,
using the technology of the Priestesses and that of the Women and the Lorr
could any survive by tunneling beneath the surface down to the internal heat
yet stored under the surface...
"To where?" Janet Rogers asked, the same "thought" going through my
mind. I rather doubted it, as it seemed more "likely" here that Tais just
wanted to make sure that we'd stop Princess Tara's latest attempt to overthrow
our societies in favor of the sort of "disorder" that would allow her to gain
"dominion" of at least one of our countries, perhaps Orgon, now torn
politically.
"More likely Tais is trying to teach us to work together," I ventured,
glancing at Bob and Carol sitting there with Hope. I'd once crossed blades
with Carol, held her life in the palm of my hand. Marked her face with my
point in a way that would leave no doubts that she'd been "bested". That had
been my revenge on her for what she'd done to my ships, to my own "reputation"
there... Now all that "hatred" was gone, and I could see Carol as just a woman
who had been "used" by Tais for her own political purposes. "She's only got
seventy eight years to `civilize' us here," I now added, not really thinking
of what I was saying to them all here!
"And `WHAT' happens `seventy eight' years from now!?" Maris "asked", her
eyes, as green as emeralds, glowing hotly into mine. The others save now but
Janet Rogers, all "staring" right at me! "Is the EVIL ONE returning to Earth?"
she ventured, such being a "prediction" there in the BOOK OF LYS that'd come
true last year!
"A neutron star passes through the solar system in 2648 and drags the
Earth out of its orbit," I replied, Janet nodding back. Telling them what I'd
seen for myself aboard the Gaia when the ship had accidentally traveled too
far "forward" into the future.
"The destruction caused by the Earth being dragged out of its orbit
around the sun would in many ways `exceed' that of The War," Bob spoke up,
glancing at Janet Rogers, who nodded in turn. "There would be great tidal
waves miles high that would sweep for perhaps hundreds of miles inland,
terrible earthquakes like noth- ing Mankind has ever experienced before,
perhaps the rise of new mountain ranges, thousands of volcanoes pouring out
molten lava."
"I think I'd better not `plan' on having children," Maris said, the look
on her face leaving no doubts as to her feelings.
"I believe that Tais plans to transport a portion of Mankind back in
time, send other portions to other worlds," I ventured... "There is some
`evidence' from history that this did `happen'," I added now, recalling the
conversations I'd had earlier with Hope. "We know for example that the
American Indians seemed to adapt to the horse far faster than what one
normally would have expected," I explained, such indicating to me at least
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that perhaps some of the Nevadas and Wyomings were sent back to the Sixteenth
Century.
"The question has never been `answered' either why we of the western
coast of North America managed to rebuild some sort of a civilization when
those elsewhere failed to do so," Darlanis ven- tured, raising a "point" that
had puzzled me off and on now too! There was an "Empire" in Europe, but I knew
little about it ex- cept for what Yvette had been able to tell me about it
years ago. Mexico and parts of South America had managed to build some sort of
a "civilization", but most of these were little "higher" than those once
"raised" by the American Indians there centuries ago. There was some sort of
"civilization" in China and Japan, but in this case too they had not reached
the "levels" that we had here, perhaps because they had not had the
"advantage" of having "me"!* * I am of course "responsible" for all the
"advanced" technology, although Dularnian Builders did manage to reproduce the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]