Chapter 10. Shelter Island.
Junak and K’ntic. The gallery which led to the cave was closed with a grille, Mother Starica had given me a key to open it, so I did and then I closed it. It was very dark, I was afraid and hungry, but I had given all my food. After a while, I started to see some clarity, to walk a few steps I could see the sea slightly illuminated by the Moon Stora, in its last quarter, bordered the fringe that cut the sky in half, and beyond the moon Kecil very small and playful. I do not leaned too close to the exit of the cave, because the atmosphere was so salty that I felt my nose and eyes irritated. I spent a long time sitting on a rock, until I heard a male voice speaking to me very low in Neitsi: “Princess, I have come to seek you” I saw a small boat and a guy of my age with a bag in hand “We cannot waste time. Gather this bag, you will find clothes and shoes for the trip.” He threw the bag; I picked it up and went back into the cave. I took the clothes off the bag, not just recognizing that soft and warm fabric but strong, all clothing was dark. I changed the sandals for boots whose fur was so soft that touching them was like petting a kitten and they were perfect for my feet. I started down those stone steps that led to the boat, I went downstairs with real terror because it was the first time I saw the sea and its waves, and I had to ask for help from that gentle campaigner. “Can you help me to get down, please?” The young man reached out and grabbed me tightly. It made me feel instantly safe. “Now leap, Princess” I did a little jump and he Despite his youth was tall and strong, in fact it was the tallest man I had ever seen. He placed me on the deck and looked at me curiously. He took my hand gently and he led me into a sort of chamber under the deck where there was more light, it was the light of a torch that didn’t any fire. Once inside I asked his name: “What’s your name, boy?” “Junak Junakkson, princess.” “Such a long name for calling my husband, it will be hard to me to tell entire every time.” “You can call me Junak, Junakkson is my last name, and yours if you accept me as a husband.” “We only have a name, mine is K’ntic.” “It’s a beautiful name, Princess K’ntic, is music to the ears” And he put a hand on my left cheek and then I felt in my heart his sadness, such a shame capable to break any soul, his eyes were blue but with a honey colored gleam on them revealed his crossbreeding with Neitsi. I felt also his powers, he looked Firstten but his soul was Neitsi, a Neitsi man! According to Mothers it was impossible; they said that the powers of Four Vectors cannot be transmitted to men and even less to Firstten men. But Junak was the evidence that they were wrong or even worse, that Virgin Mothers lied us blatantly. “I think your heart beats for another woman, what’s her name?” “Sorry gorgeous K’ntic, I would not want you to feel unloved, your beauty outshines the suns and stars and leaves me baffled. But you’re right, I love another woman and her name is Kaunis, mother of the child who I will never meet.” “Kaunis … you know that means beautiful in S’ladan tongue?” “I didn’t know, but not longer matters, I won’t see her anymore. My heart is yours starting from now, lovely K’ntic, it is our destiny to be together, and above all it is our duty” The sadness of his words hurt me, that young man was still crying for an impossible love having a goddess like me in his arms, but I was unable to get jealous or feel insulted seeing that love so pure and disinterested. I just hoped that boy could love me alike, that sweetness and passion “We have to leave immediately, get comfortable, we will be a long time…it’s very important you not to intoxicate with salt… Return to Shelter Island The jahta sailed to leave the Cliff Castle with its new passenger inside the comfortable forward cabin. Junak navigated very stealthily by those black waters filled of reef guarded by warriors K’tmenü, he guided his boat with all senses alert as if he foresaw approaching an undefined serious danger. There were still many, too many mikas to reach the truly open sea, time dragged on so infuriating. The electric motor did move the boat silently, but not enough to go unnoticed. Firstly was seen ana arrow with the tip in flames illuminating the stretch of sea where they were, then started raining crossbow bolts from port and starboard, Junak unlocked the machine gun and started shooting right and left. He could see how polished rock projectiles crashed into the reef while a hail of bullet cases dropped on deck, at the time that he heard a body falling into the water he felt the prick…his shoulder. He turned the gun and shot towards the origin of the dart that had just touched him, and watched as the archer lit by the dim light of the last quarter of the moon Stora fell on the water full of magnetite kabobs. Finally, silenced his gun, the pain was so intense that he was afraid of fainting … the arrow had traversed his shoulder; he could see the tip sticking out ahead. He needed help; he got to the cabin where was K’ntic who started to cry scared seeing all that blood flowing from his wound. “Have no fear princess, just need a bit of your help” K’ntic approached Junak and looked at the wound. “It has traversed your shoulder. What do I do?” “Inside the cabinet there is a bag with many surgical instruments, please bring it” The young K’ntic instantly obeyed, taking what he asked her. Junak took the bag with some difficulty and pulled out pliers from inside. “With this tool you have to cut the arrow and remove the tip and the stabilizers, then from the back you’ll have to rotate it gently to get me out the stick that I have inside.” K’ntic strictly followed Junak indications, but the wound left large amounts of blood and cries of pain of the boy were shuddering; there was also the disadvantage of the salty blood that produced a strong allergic reaction on the young Neitsi, who felt severe nausea. Using her knowledge of the four books se chose by giving him a kiss on his mouth and the right amount of drugs to numb him. He kept turning the arrow very gently, until she managed to take that piece of wood out of his shoulder. Then she cleaned the wounds with a liquid from a bottle that was in the bag and that supposed it was disinfectant by the scent given off, her instinct said her that she must sew both the entry and exit wounds, and she did so using the suture material found in the bag. Because the narcotic effects of K’ntic’s kiss, Junak still take a while to wake up and the boat was drifting in the ocean, so she steeling herself covered all the parts of her body at risk of being exposed to such a brackish air and climbed into the wheel’s booth to take over the situation. She just hoped not to find the violent storms that she had seen in the Junak’s memories while she was giving him the anesthetic kiss, extended the sails as had seen in his host’s mind and continued northbound begging that young man woke up before they had any mishaps that she could not cope. Sailed all night, hoping that when the dawn of the yellow sun arrived they were already outside the surveillance area of the skilled archers K’tmenü. She fell asleep from exhaustion … to wake up it was daylight and trembling hands took the ship’s wheel. “You’re the bravest girl in the world” Junak said in a sickly voice. “Even though you knew that exposure to sea salt could kill you, you extended the sails and you’ve gotten to navigate.” “But now I need that you continue, I start to feel bad, my eyes hurt me a lot” K’ntic had done more than she should, the sense of responsibility of the girl had saved them both but everything had a limit. “Here, drink all you can” He gave her a bottle. “There is more water below. We’ll go to Shelter Island for recovering; if summer comes we’ll stay here and will give birth the baby in the basement. Everything will be fine; this can only lead to a happy ending. ” Junak felt the fever of his body, was very clear that something was wrong. The young Firstten felt that his body just harbored strength to get to the island and perhaps die there. There was no hope for him, only the possibility that the girl could survive the crossing was pushing him to continue fighting. He had lost a lot of blood, but his duty was that K’ntic was safe. When the rainy season comes surely a rescue boat will be sent to pick up her and his brother Lakszi could fecundate her because he is only two seasons younger than him. The storm was brutal, but he did not picked up by surprise, had a very compelling reason to get ahead, as did the letter deposited in the Island of Sighs that girl’s welfare was more important than him, than Kaunis, than the same K’ntic… survival of Firstten race was at stake into the body of that little treasure with face of doll. When they were at three or four mailins to reach Shelter Island, K’ntic climbed to the booth; her feet were wet with salt water and it started to become red, her irritated eyes were a sea of tears. “From where is this water, K’ntic?” “The kitchen is flooded, my feet and my eyes sting” K’ntic’s eyes were glazed. “Hold the wheel, do you see this island? Go directly towards it, run aground on the beach if necessary. I’m going to look for something to wipe your feet.” Junak grabbed a decanter of fresh water and some milk of this mother, with that would be compensated the toxicity that salt caused on K’ntic’s body. He climbed quickly and wiped her parts exposed to salt, the face of the girl instantly relaxed and smiled. “Now, I need you to be brave and take the jahta to Shelter Island, I’ll try to close the leak.” Junak didn’t know if he could resist without collapse, but it was necessary to leave K’ntic on land, otherwise the salt water would kill her. Returning to the kitchen, the water rose Junak knees, but the young Junakkson was ready for eventualities of that caliber. He opened the closet of tools, picked up a small electric pump and began pumping water out of jahta. Once the tube that was returning the water to sea was securely tied to the bow, went down again to the cellar, which seemed the source of the water. He had to remove various things, Junak noticed how the stitches were opened because the effort, the blood returned to sprout from his shoulder; he knew he would not live long under those conditions. Finally found the leak, it seemed incredible that so much water enters through a hole as small, stuck a piece of wood, bye nightmare. Junak went back as he could to the booth of the wheel; the small K’ntic guided the boat like a skilled sailor, came up to her and hugged her, without the courage of that little girl who was not taller than his chest would not have survived. With Junak again at the ship’s wheel, they could moor the boat at the dock, but his forces were already failing. The shelter was not far from the pier, but that opened wound gave no respite. “K’ntic, sweetie, you have to help me get to the Shelter, I can’t go get there alone ” Junak’s voice was very weak, barely audible. The two young people walked the hundred or hundred and twenty lengthy gams that separated the house from the dock they had just left leaning the one on the other, the huge Firstten would ground fall at any moment, but they reached their destination. “Oh, that’s an amazing house” K’ntic was amazed by the stone building, was a large house with two floors and a basement, fully equipped. At that place, nobody stole or broke anything. It was a resting place of Firstten sailors since the beginnings of times. “Please help me to get into that room” the last steps were the most difficult; K’ntic helped Junak to lie on the bed and removed his shirt. The stitches before the wound had opened and blood flowed abundantly again, she used her lips of virgin Neitsi to relax him and slow down his metabolism while she was looking for something to close that hole… David and Xavier meet K’ntic and Junak. “The transponder has stopped transmitting, Sir, we have also lost visual contact with the probe” The young Xavier didn’t more than give bad news, they were alone and without much chance of survival if they fell into the sea with the slider. “Connect the scanner of magnetic mass; we will try to find the nearest land. If we fall into the water will sink like a rock, we go too full.” “Scanner has located an island; it isn’t far away from our current position.” “Do you have the coordinates?” “Here I have. Forty-eight degrees, twelve minutes North twenty-nine seconds, sixteen degrees, twenty-two minutes twenty-five seconds east. It’s about six nautical miles from here.” “Okay, Okay, what altitude we have?” “We are at four thousand feet and down, Sir. Thermals are not perceived to get higher; we are falling like a brick.” “Ok, gliding at this I estimate that we will pass over some two thousand feet above sea level, we will veer the ship about three hundred knots and arrive just in order to make an emergency landing on the island. Pay close attention to all the landforms you see on screen, as we only will have an opportunity and if we pass by we will fall into the sea without remedy. Empty the fuel tanks and clean the remains with the stern extinguishers. We must avoid an explosion in the touchdown.” “Aye, Sir.” Xavier powered the controls that emptied the thanks and those that activate the extinguishers, in a matter of few seconds the indicators were zero fuel reducing the chance of explosion. The slider made a pass over the island at high speed, Xavier never lost sight any of the screens, even had had the foresight to record the images in order to do a repeat. “Now you are my eyes, Xavier, I’ll veer and I need you to guide me to something that looks like a runway the longer the better.” “The island has a very long beach to the South; I think it may be a good place to land. The sand will help us to stop.” “Good boy, hold where you can, I’ll veer abruptly” The slider turned one hundred eighty degrees “I see the beach, we’re a thousand feet and falling.” With no engines, the slider glided at high speed toward its objective, it was already a few meters from the sea surface. David lowered the landing gear while deployed flaps and clutched the slider manual controls. “Xavier, help me to keep it straight. We’ll suffer a little before this thing stops, we just can trust ourselves, and we have no electronic assistance. ” “Yes, Sir.” The wheels touched the sand of the beach, they were still going at high speed and the beach view from this angle did not seem as long as from sky. “Pressing braking parachute” They noticed a little tug “Ay, ay, ay …” Finally slider stopped, just a few meters from the end of the beach and almost in the water. Both blew relieved, had managed to land on that sandy surface. “Come on, let’s open the hold, we must get the bravefrog and look for a place to protect us from the summer heat. Have you seen something that could serve us?” “You won’t believe me Sir, but I thought I saw a house and a pier in the North of the island.” “Are you sure?” “Sure Sir, look at the pictures” really showed a building that had to be made by someone, that meant that there was or had been intelligent life on that planet. “We will get it, if a house will serve to rest before nightfall. Tomorrow we’ll look ways to contact the Santa Maria.” They opened the slider’s hold and put into operation the battery of radioactive promethium of bravefrog; they will use the recorded images to guide them to the house, and it was getting dark but they didn’t care because that vehicle had very powerful headlights that would allow them see all the terrain. The vehicle was in motion immediately after receiving the slight of David’s foot on the accelerator pedal, it was quick and quiet, a mixture of sport, all-terrain and motorhome. To their surprise, there was a flagstone path among the herbaceous vegetation without trunk of that island, the trip was really short since the island was not too big and that vehicle invited them to drive at high speed. What they had seen was really a house; the images were not misleading, before they had a big building of two floors with door and windows, and wedge-shaped roof made with slabs of a material which seemed slate. David and Xavier pulled off the bravefrog still wearing piloting clothes, because it was difficult to remove it without help, they would do later into the house. They pushed the door and it opened gently, without making any noise, it was a sign that had some maintenance. David entered first, focusing his lantern to the objects of that room, tables, chairs, cabinets, kitchen utensils, something that seemed a gas stove!…it was ready to be occupied and had capacity for many people. Xavier saw a switch similar to those of the old houses on the wall, when he actuated it several bulbs were lit and all that space was illuminated…on the most foolish way, the two men had discovered for the first time in history of Mankind intelligent life beyond Earth. From the room, K’ntic heard noises and clarity of the lights in the main hall. She didn’t know what to do, whether hiding or go to request aid to people who had just entered. Junak would die if nobody help him, but if they were K’tmenü se would die, the penalty for approaching a Firstten was undoubtedly execution. She decided to enter the main hall and saw two tall men dressed strangely, seemed Firstten but something told her they weren’t. “Please help me, my fiancé is dying. Did not understand me or what?” The astonishment of those men made clear that they did not understand anything, to see they did not understand the language Neitsi, tried in S’ladan no avail. She couldn’t communicate with them verbally, so she pulled the youngest man’s arm to follow her. “What do I do Sir? She’s pulling my arm” Xavier didn’t know how to react with that girl of not more than five feet who tried desperately to lead him somewhere. “Let’s follow her, she seems no threat.” They entered a dark room, K’ntic turned the lights on; they could see a teenage lying on a bed with a bare chest and a wound from which flowed much blood. David came to see, took a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed hard this serious wound. “Xavier, please go to bravefrog and grab a metallic gray case that puts Doctor Droid on one side. This guy is bleeding, if we do not cut the bleeding he will die in minutes “Xavier ran to the vehicle, K’ntic followed him closely, she had to figure out what it was that these men intended. That case was easily accessible and large; he took it and ran back to the house with that heavy burden followed by K’ntic. David opened the case and pushed a button inside, instantly came a 4D image with the figure of a man wearing a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck. The projected image scared K’ntic who hid behind Xavier. “Hi, I’m the Doctor Droid, portable medical assistant, how can I help you?” “This young man is bleeding. Need to stop the bleeding before it goes into shock.” “Let me see… remove your hand from the wound please” David obeyed “I need suture unit, an intravenous line, a plasma generation unit, a unit of multi-spectrum antibiotic and five liters of water” David took all these stuff and made Xavier go to look for drinking water to the bravefrog while K’ntic followed him like a puppy where he went. “Please connect the droid arm so that it can perform all the clinical process” David pressed the switch of that aluminum arm and it began to levitate around the wounded. In its flight took a line and placed skillfully on Junak’s arm, grabbed the bag of antibiotic and connected to the line, then automatically extended a mast from case. The mechanical arm deployed the feet of that mast on the mosaic to stabilize it and hung the bag on it. Xavier y K’ntic arrived with the water and a bag with more material of first aid that they had found in the bravefrog, this time the girl already helped to bring the stuff that this sophisticated computer was asking. “I brought more things Sir, for if we need them.” “Well Xavier, from now on I’m David, as you can deduct ranks haven’t value in this island. Begin to forget what we were on Earth and focus on the present. ” “Okay, David, by the way, have you noticed that this girl has orange colored lips?” “Maybe it’s a mutation, but one cannot deny that they are human, like you and me, if we understood their language sure we could find important information about our own origins.” “The truth is that the girl is beautiful. She looks like a mix of Caucasian and Asian.” “And she’s fond of you, she seems your shadow” laughed David. “But now I have a problem, I want to take me off this clothing and she doesn’t take her eyes off me. It’s hard enough to get rid of this suit to have spectators bothering.” “Yes sir, you have a big trouble …” Dr. Droid put into operation the suture unit that consisted in nanorobots that made very small stitches, almost invisible, in a matter of weeks there would remain only a thin scar of remembrance and an exciting story of those who like to explain. Once Dr. Droid finished suturing the wound, issued the report to David. The teenager had lost a lot of blood but would recover; he was a strong young man. Junak was sedated, reason why he would not wake up until next day. As soon as that device performed its medical function, off automatically and David closed the case. “Xavier, grab the case and store in the bravefrog, I think we will be need it a lot here. As I try to retain here this girl, hurry to change your clothes.” “I do not know if I’ll be able to take me off this suit by myself. Before, I needed the help of two sailors.” “I’m sure she’d gladly help you, she is eating you with her eyes.” “Do not insist. I will do it alone.” While Xavier was leaving, David grabbed the arm of K’ntic so she could not follow him; he felt a very soft skin and a very fragile arm, for a moment he was afraid of hurting her. “Xavier, Xavier…” “Wow, you’ve already learned his name, yeah you like Xavier. My name is David. And you?” “K’ntic” She pointed herself and then David “David.” “Well, we’ve introduced” K’ntic was relieved to see that the foreigner didn’t want to hurt her. She watched carefully to David, she noticed that his eyes were blue, which made it impossible to see his soul, was as high as Junak but not as much as Xavier. By the way they act, it looked clear that David was the head of Xavier, surely were warriors of a far tribe, but there was no legend that talked about them… Would they be sons of the Goddesses of Ebony? Impossible, their skins were was as white as Junak and stories say that women are as black as a night without moon or stars. After a while came Xavier wearing the daily uniform, more comfortable than pressurized clothing that had worn before. Now it was the turn of David, who rose quickly to head for the door. “I leave you with your girlfriend, Romeo. Incidentally, she’s called K’ntic if you are interested” Having said it he left the room. Xavier felt helpless for a moment, that strange girl intimidated him; he approached Junak who was sleeping oblivious to what was happening around him. “Sleep my friend; I hope that tomorrow you can release me from this tick” In that moment he felt the hand of the girl pulling his arm. The fact of not knowing what she wanted was desperating Xavier, communication became an adventure. “Xavier, I know you do not understand me but Junak and I have a very important mission to fulfill. If I cannot do it with him you must be who fecundates me, I can’t let disappear the effect of antigen Firstten. No time to lose, it’s the moment of truth.” “K’ntic, I do not understand anything of what you tell me, where do you want me to?” Xavier was was desperating because he didn’t understand that little girl. Xavier decided to follow K’ntic, which led him down some stairs leading to a basement. When opening the door he saw that there was a bubbling water pond, it must be a hot springs. At that time, K’ntic began to undress without worrying that Xavier saw her. “May I ask what are you doing?” Xavier’s protest did little, that naughty girl was totally naked and got into the water. K’ntic laughed and made fun of the shyness of that so big stranger. She beckoned for him to come to the pond but Xavier was too restrained to step forward. Finally he took off his jacket and went to the pond to make go out the girl and make her dress. “Come here at once, K’ntic, if David comes and see us that way I’ll look like an idiot, please…” It seemed that his words had taken effect on the girl, but what K’ntic did when she was out of water was to expel the drug of Dictatorship of the Will. The last which Xavier saw before losing consciousness was two orange nipples approaching his face. Upon awakening, Xavier discovered that he had spent more than an hour and hasn’t clothes below his waist and K’ntic swimming in the pool of hot water and smiling. He felt different, he had in his mind unknown names and languages, his brain had much information available about civilizations that inhabited this planet. Nationalities as Neitsi or S’ladan were now familiars for him, it was as if he had brought with K’ntic, he had a whole new range of flavors and tastes in his taste buds, and he still felt the sweet taste of the saliva of that girl. “K’ntic, what have you done? You’ve bewitched me!” “I’m sorry my love, I’ve had to do, the lives of many people are in danger ” K’ntic answered. Xavier was stunned, he was understanding the girl. She spoke in an identical accent to his family from Santpedor. “Why are you speaking my language?” “In the same way that you speak S’ladan Neitsi and we shared a lot more than the body: now our minds have also joined, I know what you know, you know what I know, the beatings of our hearts have rhythmic, and we are a man and a woman who have fused in one person. We closed a virtuous circle which will not be longer break; we’ll bring together life expectances to thousands of women sick from birth.” “Have we done…? You and me..?” “Yes, please forgive me for making you sleep, but I could not risk to you reject me. I do not want you mad at me, what I did was a voluntary act on my part.” “But you’re so young, why did you do that? You should go to school and have fun with kids of your age, in my world I would have gotten in trouble.” “Look into your heart, do you love me?” “Yes, but …” “It should be enough for two lovers share the whole. But your scruples prevented you; you’re conditioned by your absorbent religion.” “They are acts that must be blessed by God. In my family, before you do these things, we went through the Sacrament of Marriage.” “Our son is the blessing of the most sacred Love. What else is sacred that I have given my body and soul for the love I feel for you? ” “Our son? What do you mean?” “What color are my lips?” “Pink, like mine.” “If they have changed color is because our union has been blessed, my belly takes the son that makes me your wife. If you want to, when we find a Catholic priest we can marry for you to stay calmer.” “How do I explain it now to David?” “You can explain him now, he’s behind you.” “Xavier, can you tell me what are you doing? Why is this girl totally naked? How about you, what are you doing with this aspect? I disappear one hour and you fuck a teen?” “Sorry David, I swear I didn’t consciously.” “This way he will believe you’ve forced me, let me talk” K’ntic silenced Xavier while she saw David’s surprised face. “Why do you speak my tongue?” “It’s hard to explain, for now I want you to be clear that it’s me who has fooled Xavier for making love, but I love him and he loves me.” “Is that true?” Xavier nodded “Well, put your pants on, please, that your balls will cool.” “Oh, it’s fun! I have tickled” K’ntic started laughing. “What’s wrong?” Xavier asked. “My milk is going up, touch my breasts, look how are they” Seeing that Xavier didn’t touch them, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her right breast “Do you how hard are they? Squeeze a little” By pressing, a gush of milk shot out. “It can’t be possible!” Xavier exclaimed “You cannot have milk yet.” “To Neitsi, milk flows as soon as we got fecundated; now I’m a Healing Mother, Firstten women now can heal and have children without fear.” “What happens to Firstten women?” Xavier asked. “They have a disease that kills them after childbirth, a disease that also kills Neitsi women. Now my milk will prevent this from happening.” “We can cure with medicine,” answered David, “Take us where are these women.” “At the moment it is not possible, the heat would kill us on the way, we must let pass the season.” “Inside the bravefrog we are safe; we can reach every corner of this planet. Get dressed, the boy and you will lead us. ” “The boy is called Junak…” “Well Junak and you.” David and Xavier helped Junak to settle in bravefrog and tied the aluminum mast of the dripper to his seat. Xavier took the opportunity to practice the new learnt tongue. “Be quiet, we take you home.” “I see you’ve done it with K’ntic … I congratulate you” “Sorry, wasn’t my intention to take your place” Xavier answered. “Don’t apologize, it was necessary, and I want another woman, now I am free to go look for her. Did she drug you?” “Yes, I suppose if I had not drugged we wouldn’t have done.” “She did it for not scare you, the first time they make love feel such a big pain like if someone nailed a sword in their belly, she wanted to avoid you the cries of pain and blood. You’re a lucky man, this woman will love you the rest of your life and will be faithful forever.” “She’s done for your tribe.” “She did it because she loves you, look at her face” Xavier looked at her, it was true, he couldn’t explain but there was something floating between them, he could not take his eyes off that girl. “Hurry up Xavier” David shouted “We must leave this island immediately.” “Tell your friend that I have the charts in the jahta, they will lead us to the Island of the Pelerines. We must follow the path where you see the red sun, on the pier.” “David, Junak have charts in his boat.” “Where is it?” “Following Proxima Centauri there is a pier.” “Okay, let’s go.” In a minute they reached the dock where was the jahta, David entered the gate of the ship’s wheel and saw a set of advanced instruments, arguably those people a similar technology what we had on nineteenth century with much of the twentieth century. He picked up the charts and decided to tie that boat to the bravefrog; he ordered Xavier to put next to it and tied it with a rope to the amphibious vehicle. “Okay, Xavier, you will be the helmsman. We tried these machines in the Israel’s War and they are fantastic, its atomic battery ensures power for a minimum of six years at full capacity, go by land to more than one hundred eighty kilometers per hour and sail the sea almost sixty knots, and is the total vehicle.” “Aye Captain. In water it works like a car? Remember I’m from Air Force, not sailor.” “Have you ever driven a hydrobike on the beach?” “As a teenager I loved the jet skis.” “Well, Imagine a jet ski of five tones, don’t worry, all we will try to help you, it isn’t?” “Of course David” K’ntic answered before the face of understand nothing of Junak “We have to help each other as a family.” “K’ntic, I need you to translate what I say to Junak. Navigational charts are accurate but I’ll need references, our instruments are not reliable because the planet’s magnetism” The girl began to translate, Junak stated positions. David, with a straightedge, a compass and a triangular protractor found easily the coordinates. “Xavier, coordinates are fifty-five degrees thirty-two minutes, ten seconds north and eleven degrees, one minute, four seconds east. Currently you have to go to eight degrees Northwest.” “I’ve understood, Captain. How long do you think we will last?” “At full speed, about fifteen hours. We will do shifts of one and a half hours, we will teach K’ntic to drive the bravefrog.” “Junak says that he is an expert sailor” said K’ntic translating the words of the young Firstten. “Sorry, I don’t want to risk the wound reopen, he is very delicate.” The bravefrog began to move; in fact this machine designed for war was flying more than sailing over the ocean. The standard equipment of these vehicles included plasma cannons and conventional guns, but bravefrogs that were brought in the Santa Maria were stripped of their weapons and the shielding against artillery shells. The only weapon that was left in the vehicle was two plasma rifles in anticipation of possible non-military threats. The outside temperature reading was already forty-seven degrees Celsius and there were still twelve hours of sun, should be noted that Miracle took a turn on itself every thirty Earth hours and in summer daylight could last until twenty-two hours. K’ntic piloted the bravefrog in her turn with the help of her lover, in five minutes she already knew more than Xavier. Thanks to the air conditioning of the vehicle, its occupants didn’t roast under that scorching sun. The day passed and night came, and beneath the light of the stars they entered the entered the bay of the Pelerines. They decided to leave the jahta in the Junakkson mooring and move the food to bravefrog, as the fact that there was no ship in the harbor indicated that people had left the island to the north. It was an operation that lasted several hours by David and Xavier as K’ntic could not expose to sea salt and Junak still was not able to make physical efforts. After the exercise, the two officers and friends have given themselves a bath in the water of the harbor to release to relieve the heat there was in that lonely pier. Late at night, the bravefrog already was running through the deserted streets of the island looking for a good spot to rest and where the morning sun wouldn’t overheat the vehicle. “Alright guys, get some sleep now, when either day we will leave to the North Pole. Thirty-four degrees and it is already night, it’ll be better if we not get out of bravefrog or we will dehydrate in minutes.” “Why do you call it bravefrog, Xavier?” K’ntic asked with her curious voice. “Because it’s like the frogs, it may move through water and land, and also if you look ahead looks like a frog.” “It’s true; it seems to be frog-faced!” The girl laughed at the funny names those travelers of stars put to the stuff they made. “Do you drink enough water, K’ntic?” Junak asked “You know it’s very important to you drink a lot.” “She drank more water than all of us, why do you ask?” Xavier asked curiously. “All the poison that K’ntic has in her body is becoming medicine to cure bacterial disease to the other women, she must drink much water and urinate a lot to remove the excess of sugar generated by the process or she could suffer a lethal shock.” “I think it goes well, has made many trips to the bathroom.” “Yes Junak, is very comfortable to pee in this thing called toilet” Her innocence made laugh Xavier and Junak. “Yes, I’ve tried it too, K’ntic” It is slightly different to those we use the Firstten, but the idea is the same. “Enough talk, everybody to sleep” The failure to understand what they were talking annoyed David very much, so he turned off the light for all to shut up and fall asleep. They all fell into a deep sleep, the day had been exhausting, David and Xavier had not been adapted yet to those longer days of thirty hours and they were awake longer than they could stand. The nice temperature of inside contrasted to the tropical sultriness of the street. But K’ntic couldn’t sleep and Xavier woke giving him nudges. “Xavier, do you love me?” “I think so.” “Do you think so? Or it is yes or not, Neitsi don’t think love, I love you more than my life.” “I’m very confused K’ntic, you’re totally different from the girls in my world. Besides, I do not think that my people accept that ours.” “David has accepted it, why not the others?” “He is our friend, surely the only one who will advocate me for having sex with a teenage alien.” “That I am for you? Am I something strange? Am I a freak? Do you see me as a monster?” “Not for me, I only see a fascinating creature.” “I’m not a creature, I’m a woman and I have no doubt, I love you even though you say me ugly things” She said the last words in a nasal voice, as if she were about to cry. Of course you’re a woman, the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. Come here before, do not be silly” K’ntic took place in the Xavier’s seat and rested her head on his chest. “Before you called the red sun Proxima Centauri, did you already know it to put such a difficult name?” “We can see your suns from our sky, for us they are stars like all those you see in your sky. There are people who are dedicated to giving names to all the bodies you see in our sky and therefore for us yellow sun is Alpha Centauri A, the orange one is Alpha Centauri B and the red one Proxima Centauri.” “I can see your world in our sky” “No, you can’t, but our sun is that, give me your hand and I point it with your finger” Xavier took gently that so soft hand and pointed the finger at a star that was not very different from those around it. “It’s so small.” “We see your suns as small as the stars from our cities. On Earth we have equipment to see even more stars than you can see with your eyes.” “Will I ever see your world?” “Not right now, I do not know how my people when they see you. I do not want them getting you into a cage to study you.” “Do you put people inside cages?” “You are the first people we have encountered on this planet. Anyway, until our son is born you cannot let my people to see you.” “Do you see how you love me? If you didn’t you would not care what could happen to me.” “Well, maybe you’re right” Xavier kissed K’ntic “And I love the sweet taste of your lips, you’re like a candy of honey.” “A candy in love with you…” The intense brightness of the yellow sun woke up David, who smiled when he saw the couple sleeping doing contortion exercises in that uncomfortable seat designed for a single person no matter how small and flexible was K’ntic. He didn’t want to wake them, so he launched the amphibious very quietly and was driving gently to not cause sudden movements. By Junak charts he had calculated that there was a continent to seventy-nine degrees north, about fifteen hundred nautical miles, it represented something more than a full rotation or journey as the inhabitants of this planet said. During the voyage people were waking, Junak was the first, who did not dare get up to see the face of David, then the playful K’ntic woke up Xavier, this girl’s curiosity was endless and exhausting for others. “David, Xavier says that your people will look at me like a bug” The statement of K’ntic looked like a question. “He’s right, but you’re a nice bug” David said jokingly. “Please, I’m speaking seriously. I don’t want to be separated of Xavier.” “It is better for you that you remain to live with Firstten, if I saw that the people of the colony are favorable to your relationship I would make you come. But now we must go to the North Pole if we do not want to die of heat.” “Don’t’ you can contact your people?” “There is no way; hopefully with the help of Firstten can do something.” “The Firstten are very intelligent, more than we and S’ladan.” “It seems that you have not much contact.” “Our tribes hate each other and it’s all because of us, the Neitsi women.” “No way, I do not think so. If all are like you cannot have evil among you.” “Believe me, my race is pure evil, the most precious are the bad beginning from my twin sister.” “What?” “When I joined Xavier I saw the goodness inside him, even you with your cynical posture hide a great heart. You should have seen how my beloved admires you.” “K’ntic, you blush me.” Xavier intervened “It’s my superior officer.” “Sorry darling, I have not understood yet your mania to hide the feelings.” “Xavier, for my part I consider you a good friend “answered David, “I want you to trust me and that you consider that we are now equal, no gallons.” After one full journey since they left, K’ntic sighted some white rocks floating everywhere and woke up everyone. “Hey guys! What are these mountains of ice?” “Good girl, K’ntic, I hold the controls, icebergs are dangerous, we could crash and wreck in these waters now that we’re so close,” said David. “I’ve never seen anything like it. And they move.” “They can travel thousands of miles or how you say, mailins?” “You learn fast our stuff” K’ntic realized that the stranger was curious about our customs. “It’s a way to survive, look, land.” It was true; they were a few miles from the continent of the North. Junak began giving instructions to K’ntic to translate them to David. They were to dock in the city of Kota Utara, at the southern end of the North Continent, living only during polar summer. The powerful amphibious landfall on a nearby beach and entered the city surprising all the inhabitants; when they stopped, K’ntic opened the door. “Look, she’s a Neitsi, she’s a beautiful young woman” said one of the surprised locals, who gave an order to the teenager who accompanied him “Hurry up, call the Junakkson to come here.” Junak’s mother took less than five minutes to show up, just as David and Xavier helped Junak to get off the bravefrog. “My son, what happened?” “Do not suffer, Lady, he’ll get better” answered Xavier “The K’tmenü struck him out of the Cliff Castle.” “Do you speak Neitsi?” “Yes Ma’am, I’m the husband of K’ntic” K’ntic’s face lit up when Xavier was presented as her husband. “You’re a beautiful girl” said the woman while caressing K’ntic’s cheek “You come to bring life to our land.” “Can you help me bring my son home?” The woman asked those present. “Sure Ma’am …” Xavier replied. “Mother, I’m sorry, I failed to the family” Junak said weakly. “That’s not true, precious Mother” intervened K’ntic “If it were not for Junak, the K’tmenü would have killed us. I’m proud of having picked up collected by this brave man who risked his life for his people, has been because of his injury we have not consummated the act. ” “I’m proud, guys. Junak not only brought you, K’ntic, he brought two warriors who will protect us and will give us wisdom.” The five went to the Junakkson house and put to bed Junak in one of the rooms. He was young and would recover soon; he would soon be sailing with his jahta looking for new adventures. Healing Mother invited the three to the table, deposited two trays: a big one with salty food and a small one with sweet food for K’ntic. “What’s your name, young man?” “Xavier, Madam.” “Do not tell me Madam, my name is Ivre. You look like Firstten, but you’re different. Where do you come from?” “We come from very far, from so far away that it takes many seasons to come” Xavier answered. “Have you come to stay?” “Most of us will do, some people will return in the ship that brought us.” “What about you, what will you do?” “I have a wife and a child on the way, my place is here with them. Just hope you to welcome me as one of you. Promise to work hard to raise my family.” At that moment came the patriarch Junakkson, husband of that woman and father of Junak. Ivre explained what had happened and why they had two strangers in their home. “I sincerely appreciate what you have done for our people and for my firstborn. I have no words to express what I feel” took the hands of David and Xavier graciously, expressing confidence and pride in these men. Lakszi spoke Neitsi, language that at least understood Xavier. “On behalf of the two I can say that it was an honor” Xavier replied, David looked around without understanding what these people said. His facial expression was quizzical, waiting for the simultaneous translation from K’ntic or Xavier. “Xavier, do you want to be a Junakkson? I have eight sons, but I think I can adopt one more.” “I’m flattered, but I do not know if it’s appropriated. I wouldn’t take Junak’s place; everything has been the product of chance.” “Junak has a mission which he still doesn’t know. He has to solve something for himself before he can be considered a real adult.” “Understood, sir.” “You can call me Father and Mother to her; from now on you are Xavier Junakkson and become the husband of the new Healing Mother.” “That’s what David and I wanted to talk to you, because we have the means to cure the disease without using K’ntic breasts or any other woman.” “I hear you” Father Junakkson put face of being interested front of that statement. “So says Junak, women’s disease is caused by bacteria. We have a machine that can make drugs based on analytics that it makes to the sick women.” “Really? We have been looking this cure for thousands of horbitts.” “We just need a patient who wants to be tested.” “That will not be a problem” intervened Ivre “There is a girl who has come to get healed. She’ll be here in a while…”
Chapter 11. The last voyage of the Queen Ba’hn.
Läkande, Kingdom of the K’tmenü’s Pierced Mountains. I look at her and I don’t understand how she can be so happy, her illness is consuming her very quickly, she can hardly walk and we do not sleep together for fear of crushing the creature that is coming. It’s all planned for the moment she will die, which probably occurs at the same time to give birth to our last child. It wasn’t the first time that I’d see die a Neitsi wife, but my Ba’hn was not a common consort, she was why I was living. The intense love I feel for my Queen transcends the barriers of what would be normal, I can categorically state that does not exist and never will exist a person as sweet or as loving or as comprehensive as this little Neitsi of silky hair. Ba’hn loved all living things around, people, animals, plants; she was a warm light where there was only the deepest darkness. And despite all my efforts to keep her by my side was dying helplessly. Not only was my most beloved wife, whom I loved more than to past and future, the wife to whom to which I had expressly forbidden to have our fourth child to avoid this fatal outcome that would leave orphaned the whole people of Läkande of her maternal love. For ten happy the queen Ba’hn had kept her promise to have no more children contravening her divine commandment as Reproductive Mother. But on a day of drunkenness my beloved wife did not removed at the time of the expulsion of the seed of my masculinity and my Queen was again fertilized. The more swollen was her womb I was sadder because that meant that I soon would be without her. “Ba’hn, what will I do when you leave me?” “You shall take a wife Neitsi immediately; Läkande will need a young womb that brings four new princes and magnify the family’s Hani name.” “What if I do not? Now I have enough with the courtesans who give me all the pleasure and the children I need.” “Are you going to contradict a dying on the same day of her death?” “Today?” “Yes, undress and touch me for the last time, our son will come in a few mikas.” We spent some time together, lying in bed, hugging, kissing, and feeling for the last time the warmth of our bodies and the rhythmic beat of our hearts. Touching her belly and sliding down my hand, I noticed that the nightgown was wet. “Now?” “Yes, go and warn the midwife.” “I do not want you die, my love.” “None of us can do anything, do not be sad.” I covered myself with a sheet and ordered I ordered a service woman to go look for the midwife, then got dressed and I was to wait for the fateful moment, one that even a powerful king as I could avoid. No shouts or cries, my brave Ba’hn endured the intense pain of giving birth a baby bigger than her vagina could expand; she inflicted encouragement to women who helped her to give birth. Finally, I heard the cry of a child; it was my twelfth legitimate child although only nine were alive counting this. A service woman left the chamber to let me know. “The Queen has given birth to a beautiful hermaphrodite. But…” “But?” “Your wife will not survive more than a mika, she has asked for you.” “We understand” I held my tears “Now we will go to say goodbye to her, make go women out because we need all the privacy possible.” “As you command, Your Majesty.” Those women left us alone, Ba’hn had the child in her arms, despite their expression of exhaustion greeted me with a huge smile. “Look at this most precious child, my love” uncovered the baby’s face “it will have to come a nurse, no longer get out milk from my breasts, death is drying me.” “That is already set up, darling, rest in your last moments.” “I want to enjoy you both the short time I’ve left, do not let me fall asleep.” “I won’t’ let you go from my side so easily.” “Sorry to have disobeyed you.” “It was my fault for getting drunk, in some way I killed you because your own nature pushes you to get pregnant.” “Do not say that, you have given me a life that I couldn’t have dreamt when I married you. You have been the center of my universe.” “I still remember the fear that you felt” I laughed remembering it “The first night you hid scared under the bed so as not make love with me.” “But we spent a wonderful seasons, is not it?” “I should have spent with you more time and have been faithful.” “Don’t blame yourself, my love, the courtesans have treated me well, daughter and lover who loves you dearly.” “I’ve only been lying to her because you wanted it that way.” “You know I love my Hilsa.” “Do you love her more than me?” “Of course not, do not be silly. You must promise me one thing, no more than one.” “What?” “Do not kill her, do not want Hilsa die for one of your whims.” “Whims?” “Do not you remember when you killed a courtesan and you drank her blood in this bed? Now I confess that it was the most horrible experience of my life, I wanted to die at that time, only the love I have for you prevented me to kill myself. Hilsa is also your daughter and mother of one of your illegitimate children. ” “I regret my love, you know that there is something inside me that I cannot control, and maybe I did not ask forgiveness for that a thousand times?” “If you do not want to insult my memory, don’t kill Hilsa…I’m scared, I see nothing, all is dark.” “I am here my love” I grabbed her hand. “Goodbye my love, I love you …” I noticed that her hand ran out of steam, my little wife stopped breathing and that beautiful body was lifeless … Ba’hn had left me forever. The entourage. My name is Hilsa and I’m a royal courtesan according to the tradition of Pelakur’s clan women, an extended family that is renowned for having the most illustrious warriors of our land, known for our hair reddish. That was a sad day of mourning in the kingdom of K’tmenü, all our people attended the funeral for the death of Queen Ba’hn, precious pearl Neitsi that brought peace to our beloved King Dislikg Hani for long seasons. The five eldest sons of King escorted the door of the Temple where laid the incorrupt body of the Queen, inside it there were the three common children of Their Majesties accompanied the king Dislikg who had in his arms the fourth child of the couple. Such as Läkande Palace tradition marked, three royal courtesans decorated the corpse of the late Queen with K’tmenü war paint that wear themselves in battles and then they would cover her with the royal banner made with flowers picked up in Blue Valley, a forest under the shadow of the Gelann Mountains. As finishing that sad tragic day, the body of our sovereign would make her last trip to the underground city where she was born, there would feed the people S’ladan after a ritual dismemberment. The Queen knew his duty was to die so that her beloved husband could go to Maa-Alune to look for a new mate to give him new warrior princes to defend our sacred kingdom. In fact, our King should bear also the title of Kronkol of S’ladan and Neitsi. The fact it wasn’t this way is because Neitsi Goddesses do not recognize the authority of the King Androgynous K’tmenü on S’ladan underground city and refuse to give him the Kronkol’s medallion of Maa-Alune, resigning themselves to a ignominious state of occupation by our forces. These sluts of poisonous lips preferred to keep oppressed their people in order to maintain her divine status over simple people S’ladan, turning these humble peasants into servants and soldiers for their purposes. Culturally speaking, S’ladan people have more in common with us than with the Neitsi, including the tongue, which is different from the language of those dwarf witches. Even they secretly worship the gods of Kirkia Balts, although Neitsi law requires them to worship Virgin Mothers as living goddesses. The real courtesans also born hermaphrodites like the rest of the K’tmenü. During generations the girls of our lineage of red-haired warriors have given their hymens to the King to be his personal female escort, choosing to be female because the small penis that gods give us disappears as soon as we are fertilized by a man… our children… are cared for by K’tmenü older women or feminized nurses. We are warriors and our missions are the most risky, we fight for the King and the royal bastards who we give birth. In our endogamic circle incest is not a problem, I myself am Dislikg Hani king’s bastard sister, his sometime lover and also mother of one of his children, but he hasn’t been less brutal with me at the time to have sexual intercourse. I received the great honor of His Majesty to be the head of the escort which would take the corpse of the Queen to the land where she was born. After I entered the burial chamber of the temple with the entire escort, four soldiers took the platform on which the body was, with great care … without any flowers fall. I could see the king’s tears, sincere and bitter, sadness without words, a goodbye forever because the Neitsi have another heaven to them and not share our trip to the gardens of the Kirkia Balts. In the time that I was leaving with my soldiers, the king grabbed my arm. “Hilsa, we must order you a very delicate mission.” “What His Majesty commands, I am your humble and loving servant.” “You must hurry to seduce the future Queen before you get to the palace.” “I do not understand, sire. To seduce your future wife? Would not you want to be the first to enjoy the honey of an exotic virgin Neitsi?” “We’ve chosen you among all my courtesans because you’re the most attractive and sensual of them. Neitsi women have a great weakness: they get crazy for beauty, we still remember how our Ba’hn also felt very attracted to you” I still I remember like it was yesterday, as the little queen amused combing and bathing me, the wonderful goddess Neitsi always required my presence whenever she had time and she tried me dresses and shoes like I was a doll. “Your Majesty, I’m flattered, but I’m a warrior and I have been trained to kill our enemies or die trying, do not know if that sweet young girl will get seduced by a woman as rude as I am… Maybe it’s not better a feminized slave? Some are very pretty and feminine, and are instructed to love. ” “Gods have endowed you with blue eyes, beautiful red-haired Pelakur, and you know that a virgin Neitsi is unable to see into the soul of the people with the water color look. You’re our only advantage over her powers.” “But Sire, this woman will be your wife; I think it is inappropriate for the royal consort to have a concubine. What will say the priest of the Balts Kirkia about your marriage with a lesbian?” “You won’t be a mere concubine, if the plan works the Virgin will claim you as wife and according to tradition a lesbian wife of a Neitsi becomes king’s wife in her marriage.” “But Your Majesty, I’m not a lesbian. To me only are you, my body is your house, your lips my temple.” “By desire of your King you’ll be the beautiful lesbian that will make crazy the Neitsi girl; we have decided that we won’t fertilize the future queen, in exchange your child will be prince in the line of succession to the Crown of Läkande. The plan is to keep her virgin to take advantage of her powers and thus subdue our enemies. As of now, our children will come from your womb; you’ll be mother of princes and kings.” “But that is very dangerous Majesty; everyone knows that the Neitsi virgins are cruel killers, ruthless witch that can kill with the ease of a desert’ scorpion. Their powerful venom can kill an entire platoon of warriors.” “These women are as deadly as you; would not you be able to cut the throat of anyone if we ordered you? You’ve already done at some time in the woods that join Läkande and Gelann, voluptuous Hilsa; your wild beauty is also terribly threatening. You are much more dangerous than any of those virgins poisonous, and more dreaded” He took my dagger from inside its sheath and did the gesture of smell it. This black bronze leaf smells like death. ” “But Your Majesty, we are playing with terrible forces we do not understand at all. We’ll never know if this woman is our ally or enemy until it’s too late, you could lose the crown if we err in our mission.” “The only thing you must understand is that a powerful Neitsi can be very useful to us because besides of being Queen she will be a future Virgin Mother of Maa-Alune, the one who will become me Kronkol of S’ladans. When the game begins, she will think that the whole plan is her idea. The chambers of the Neitsi will be our hive, where the new Queen will instruct her young bees to give the honey with the taste we want: a generation of killer virgins that help us to invade Gelann definitely. And you’ll be the bumblebee which will dominate this creature; your dagger will be our life insurance.” “I’m a woman” I protested vigorously “You have enjoyed my femininity, the pleasures that my love provides you beyond the touch of my skin, the ecstasy of our bodies intertwined eating a forbidden fruit. Maybe I have not been the sweetest of your lovers? Haven’t I been the most faithful courtesan? Maybe I have not been daughter, whore, wife and mother when you have asked for it? Did not you notice the tremor in my body when you pass by my side?” “Both you and we are both things, pretty Hilsa, though you cannot see your masculine attributes you have them hidden have them hidden somewhere in the belly” He touched my crotch below the shell to tell me where were my penis hidden. “The K’tmenü have the privilege of choosing the sex that we have, but the other gender also occupies a space in our body. Soon we will be the S’ladan Kronkol and you our wife.” “But I cannot be queen, I’m not a noblewoman.” “I decide who is noble in this land, you will be my Ba’hn, my tender flower that will bring peace to my heart and satisfy my needs for love” For a moment my King Androgynous renounced the majestic plural, like if he really loved me. Although I knew positively that this was all a fucking farce, for I felt that he probably intended to kill me as soon as I finish the heavy task of putting a poisonous Neitsi on our side, I dropped a tear touched by the tender words of my King. Sex with him had always been brutal and humiliating, he abused me and used to beat me, and despised my devotion to him, but I wouldn’t stop loving with all my strength although this man was the devil, the most terrible worthy of residing in the Forge of Zvonilak. “Majesty, you know that you are my only love, you are the only man who has found refuge in my body, and I only have been yours.” It was true, I hadn’t another man in my life, but I knew that for him it was worthless. To my King I just was a sex slave to whom he could manipulate at will; I simply represented a means to get his goal, little more than a small piece of a big puzzle that was to become him the king of the world with the permission of the always invincible Firstten. “Now, go at once, you’ve a mission to fulfill. Your loyalty will be rewarded in the Kirkia Balts, the inhabitants of heaven will welcome you as an equal, a supreme blend of man and woman, and you’ll have your place in the garden of the demigods. ” I left the temple to find my soldiers and went down the mountain with martial step to the road that leads to Maa-Alune. Once we hit the road, we loaded the platform in a chariot drawn by two keldis, sacred animals capable of carrying heavy loads through the canyons of our mountainous country. This time carrying the load was very light, a single soldier could have moved such a small body, but those remains had the weight of a part of us all. I was sure that we would not have a Queen like her and, as the time demonstrated later, the goodness of my King died with her. Within six journeys the sweltering heat wouldn’t allow us to leave the protection of our rocky and humid shelters, we had to conduct a trip of two journeys to reach Maa-Alune and two more to come back, a wedding and a hellish season close; and then we will have to live in hiding behind the rock until the first rains. The river had very little water, which meant that there was no snow on the mountaintops and soon it would be a dry gully scorched by the yellow sun. The march would remain sad and martial until reaching the city of S’ladan and Neitsi, the sacred Maa-Alune. The Maa-Alune road was a dusty path where the two suns were warming our armor and our helmets in a brutal way; other than walking I could nothing but look at the late queen and wonder if premature death was the price that she had to pay to nature for such beauty. Was the terrible disease with which these women were born the cause of their terrible powers and their angelic and sinister appearance at the same time? Was the fact of being man and woman at the same time the reason that we do not become sick like them? I was told that Neitsi virgins had orange-colored lips and nipples, and Virgin Mothers even had the eyelids of this color. Long ago my King told me that this orange color meant that they had a poison that was very powerful and lethal, that it was a toxic drug that attacked the mucous membranes and caused the suffocation of their victim in fractions of mika depending on dose … that those women were able to inoculate with surgical precision. They also had some glands located on the back that were invisible to the naked eye, these glands gave off a gas with which a Neitsi virgin could control the will of who was near her, hence it was known that Neitsi virgins were far more dangerous naked than dressed, that in itself was already a reason to kill them mercilessly. At night we stopped, we set around the chariot to not leave it at the mercy of the scavenging jackals we heard howling and also smelled her sweet scent…the sensual sweetness of Neitsi that drove men and women crazy, even animals and was a constant source of conflict and war. I subconsciously touched me where I should have a penis, but only felt my girl parts, not so long ago that I was called Hils and I was an aspiring courtesan, and wore a beautiful virgin braid. Those who have not yet decided her/his final genre wear a long braid cared for by their mothers and it’s who impregnates the virgin who undoes this ritual braid, thereby breaking her hermaphroditism. I still remember how my mother prepared me with a makeover and advice to her hermaphrodite son of just thirty seasons, as she put on me a dress I couldn’t avoid expressing my fear about that situation. “I’m scared, Mother, I’m ready to be a woman and get my braid undone, and why do I have to become a girl?” “It will be just a moment, my dear, think of the great service that you’ll give to our kingdom and to Pelakur’s clan. You will give children of royal blood to our lineage, the same that runs through your veins.” “But it’s a beast, someone told me the things he does to the girls and it’s terrible.” “All courtesans suffered it. Drink some mead” She put the bottle in my mouth and poured it so that I couldn’t avoid swallow a lot. “I do not want the King see me drunk, maybe kills me if he catches my drunkenness.” “A father will not kill his daughter, and start talking at once like a girl because when you get out of that room you’ll not longer Hils but you’ll be my daughter Hilsa.” “Of course, Mother.” I opened my eyes, had returned to reality as it was too horrific to evoked what happened to enter the room of the King. I could not avoid loving that cruel and ruthless man, despite the rape and humiliation to which I was subjected continuously. My relationship with the King, who was also my biological father, was a mixture of love and fear; I was his slave and he had the power to do with my body what he wanted, he could kill me without feeling any remorse. Eventually I fell asleep on the dusty ground, confident that the guard would protect the group efficiently. I woke up at dawn. At sunrise red ordered the lifting of the camp, as the early brightness of the orange sun was coming into being visible the path that headed to Maa-Alune. That night we would deliver this artwork for that would be devoured in an act of ritual cannibalism, I found that our funeral pyres were more civilized and respectful of the deceased, those wild rites of necrophagia churned my stomach. Upon orange sun reaching zenith we already could see the volcanic black rocks under which lived S’ladan and Neitsi, and the huge tree that grew on them and gave life to the city. Before twilight arrived we would be there, we would tread the sacred soil of the mythical Maa-Alune made of galleries dug into the rock of a large group of cliffs bordering the sea. I had always been worried about the seemingly erratic behavior of the suns: the small red sun appeared and disappeared capricious or was hiding behind the band that splitted the sky in two, for me always seemed more a playful moon, often was seen in the middle of the night without getting enlighten, the orange sun came out just before the yellow and hid sometimes the red sun appeared from behind one of the other suns, forming an impressive spectacle. By the twilight, as I had predicted in my heart of hearts, we were in front of the huge doors of the underground city. As commander of the entourage I had hit the gate so that S’ladan guards opened us watched over by warriors K’tmenü who were destined intramural Maa-Alune. When the doors opened, we got into the gate and through a corridor we arrived at an inner courtyard where a Virgin Mother of chalky face was waiting for us and a Neitsi luxurious carriage with a very young girl inside. As the Queen Ba’hn those women of small stature were incredibly beautiful creatures and sensual, supreme females who really aroused the deepest desires of men and women. I had all my senses alert, as well as my esteemed King said those women with orange colored mouth were creatures extremely dangerous and could turn an innocent transfer in a bloodbath at any time. With my left hand I caressed the hilt of my dagger in case things got rough, the warriors behind me knew at the slightest movement they should use the crossbows that hung on their backs, if the warriors K’tmenü were good at something was in the art of killing and, overall, Pelakurs were the most feared in all our community by far. It was a moment of maximum tension, as we were also surrounded by warriors S’ladan who could attack us at the slightest sign of their goddess. But it was not necessary any violent reaction, the Virgin Mother, that I believe was called Starica, she reached out and I knelt to kiss that little and soft hand as a sign of respect. “Sweet and beautiful Goddess, I bring your sister of race who gave her precious life in exchange for four new …” “In gratitude for return us our flesh, the people of Maa-Alune offer to your king one of our most beautiful daughters, this way four warriors more will see the light of suns before this before this lovely virgin breathes his last breath.” I stood up and looked closely at the girl, who was very young and looked very scared though S’ladan maids had seen to it she was comfortable inside that roomy carriage. I determined to hate her because disgusted me to must become her lesbian wife, I hated the thought of having to do “things” with that poisonous girl of sinister beauty. I ordered one of the soldiers to be the coachman of the princess to start the march towards Läkande. The trip to Läkande. The young collectors accommodated me in the carriage that was in the courtyard of the Gate of Läkande, which was the nearest entrance to the path road which led towards the Pierced Mountains, the land of the K’tmenü. Soon would come the Queen Bahn’s procession burial coinciding with the twilight of the yellow and orange suns. The clothes that someone had deposited in red cloth bag inside the carriage was not mine, it didn’t make my scent nor the K’ntic’s; it was a strange smell to me, the smell of clothes that had not yet covered the body of any woman. I was surrounded by a series of impersonal luxuries that were not meant for me until that very moment, things chosen by another person to her liking who thought it was all worthy of a future queen of Läkande. In that environment of things alien to me, I felt tears sliding down my cheeks, because the only memory I had left of my sister was a soft lock of her black hair tied with a thread. Mother Starica scolded me for my sadness. “Do not cry Pulxer, you have to maintain your dignity Neitsi, the privilege of being Queen of K’tmenü is reserved only for the most beautiful women of our race. You must show facet of Goddess as you shall be the guide of thousands of people in the place you’re going.” “As you command, Mother”. I said reluctantly. A huge grief burnt my chest like acid. “You have been ruined your makeup, approach your face, I’ll fix it”. I was surprised how smoothly she did it; I guess it was to not spoil the goods before selling the King Androgynous. That would be my last journey in Maa-Alune, in brief moments those wild warriors K’tmenü would come to pick up me. I could see them come through the Gate of Läkande, first of all came a chariot drawn by two strange animals that led one of the warriors, I could imagine what was under so colorful flower. Behind the carriage came a procession of soldiers led by a warrior from which you could see how his long red hair got out under the helmet. Mother Starica was waiting for them, she stayed a while watching the corpse very carefully and dropped a tear as fake as the false affection that just had shown me moments ago, she leaned over and kissed her dead lips. Fortunately for her, she dealt with the remains of a beautiful Neitsi with incorrupt body and not one of the nasty and smelly S’ladans, because with the intense heat we were experiencing a completely rotten body would have come. The commander of the guard took off his helmet and showed a wonderful mane of red hair, that spectacular creature really looked like a woman, but in fact all the K’tmenü seemed lush women dressed in black soldier’s armor. Mother Starica and the warrior approached my coach, that man? Woman?, Looked with some suspicion, he looked at me like if such a helpless girl as me represented a terrible threat to his brave soldiers, as if I were a criminal towards the gallows. The red-haired warrior knelt before Mother Starica and kissed her on her right hand as a sign of respect. The last thing I saw before I left Maa-Alune was how S’ladan warriors dragged the chariot with the queen Ba’hn into the city. Those soldiers K’tmenü hooked these unusual animals in my carriage, actually everyone looked like women, they had the face and body of a woman, and though they pretended to have a hoarse voice it also was feminine. S’ladans looked very small compared to those impressive foreigners and had no means the martial aspect of the troop of hermaphrodites trained for war. One of the warriors approached the carriage. “With your permission, gracious Highness, I will be the driver of this carriage”. Through the curtain I saw a woman’s face, a woman truly beautiful without make up on her cheeks and sported a very short jet-black hair. Mounted the box of the carriage and started our way. I’d never see my city… or at least that was what I thought at the time. It was nearly the whole journey on the way, we were making a huge cloud of dust by the tortuous path, we had not stopped climbing down that rocky road not even to pause to eat, but luckily the young collectors had left me a bottle of water and a basket of food in the carriage. In the afternoon I could not take it anymore, my bladder was about to explode, I called the driver. “Mister coacher, please, I need to stop” That soldier stopped immediately the carriage and the red-haired warrior approached toward me. “Sorry princess, my fault, give me your hand and I will help you get off from the carriage” He took me in his arms and left me on the ground, I was surprised by the extraordinary strength of that androgynous being. For a moment, I detected a look of hatred in those beautiful blue eyes, maybe it was a fake expression but I was concerned about that frozen pose of animosity toward me. “Shall I have a bath too?” “Of course Highness, there is a small pool of warm water along the road through this small forest of ferns. I myself will accompany you to help you since I’m the only woman in the group.” “The only one?” I showed my confusion, all those warriors looked like women, most of them beautiful and feminine despite they attempted to seem otherwise spitting and saying frightful curses. “I’ll explain later, Highness.” We arrived immediately to the hot springs, because that “forest” was four badly told ferns that covered a group of reeds and a few bushes, even so we were out of sight from the other warriors. The small pond was bubbling, but before I did my needs under the watchful eye of the woman, which made me feel like a stupid child. I started talking to break the ice. “Aren’t you all women?” “No, as I have said before I am the only woman. Whoever is not used to dealing with us does not see the difference.” “What about the rest?” “They’re both things, though they call themselves men because they have also masculine attributes, so they are hermaphrodites.” “You too?” “No Ma’am, I’m like you, I have only the attributes of women.” “And do they urinate standing like S’ladan men?” “They can’t do it, their penis only serves to have sex with women, and the urine will come out by the same place than us. Their testicles are not seen, they are internal organs in K’tmenüs.” “What about menstruation? Do they have it?” “As regularly as you and me, ma’am.” “So they are women!” “They do not see so; hermaphrodites refer to themselves as men. I myself used a male name before metamorphosis.” As soon as I finished, I wiped myself started to undress. “Let me help you, Your Highness” She removed gently my dress and laid it carefully folded on a large flat stone that looked set to put clothes specifically. She made me sit down the stone, she took off my shoes and pulled down my panties, like I was a small child, and almost K’ntic did, but still maintained that cold look that seemed of hatred. I got into those warm waters, which were at a perfect temperature. I watched with curiosity as the woman undressed, first removed her helmet and then the shell, when she removed her blouse that wore underneath uncovered two large and round breasts, I had never seen something like this, nor the neatly trimmed small tuft of red hair that she had got on the pubis. That warrior was totally different from the women I had seen; she looked far more exciting than any Neitsi and had a body of almost impossible proportions, truly lush and sensual. She took a sponge and a soap bar, and entered the water. “The next bath will have to be after you get to the Pierced Mountains, we haven’t got much time” Despite the softness of her words and gestures, her expression was serious. Slightly pulled me to shore and began to lather me up. “I understand, by the way, what’s your name?” “My name is Hilsa, Highness, I am at your service and to the King” Saying this she pushed me gently by the buttock to make me go back in the water. “Do you hate me so much, Hilsa?” I thought I’d know what I was dealing in a moment that could have some benefit, my glands could paralyze her in an instant, and my poison would quickly contaminate that pond. “I hate you with all my heart, Your Highness”. That hard sincerity made me totally frozen, I remembered that this attractive woman was a warrior trained to kill enemies that twice her weight without even moving a muscle of her face. “His Majesty will change me in his bed for you. The King Dislikg is the only man who was able to have me, the only one who has enjoyed this body which you see, the only one that has been fed with the same honey that you wish enjoy. As you can see, I’m beautiful enough to be the Queen instead of you, but I am a courtesan and you a princess Neitsi and that does not change anyone. ” “Would you kill me out of jealousy?” “No, my King has ordered me to bring you safely to the palace and my commitment as a courtesan is to obey until death.” What if I order you to kill me? Now you are also my servant and you must obey me”. I grabbed her hands that were under the water and put them in my neck, a risky maneuver knowing that she could break it me without much effort. “Do not ask me that, please Highness. Whether I kill you, King we would abandon me and my son in the desert so that we die and we are devoured by vultures. Also, do not believe that a girl as young and beautiful as you want to die sooner than is natural. At least not without seeing our king, the most extraordinary creature a mortal can know, the most strong and handsome hermaphrodite of Läkande.” “If you wanted, how would you kill me?” I pressed over that idea; I needed to know how far she would have been arrived that courtesan of icy glare. “It would be enough to sink your head into this pond for a while, it would be as easy as a game, you’d flounder a little but you would stop breathing quickly” There was no way of knowing whether that courtesan was telling the truth or lying, the coldness with which she described the details of how to kill me without even blinking was chilling. Her blue eyes prevented me to use the power of seeing his mind. I changed my strategy, my back glands started to secrete the drug to control her will and this way manipulate her at my liking. “Do it! Kill me!” My order had to penetrate her mind intoxicated by my poison immediately, as soon as the sweet smelling gas penetrated into her bloodstream through the lungs. “No!” She shouted, but the drug of the Dictatorship of the Will was much more powerful than her ability of resist my orders; with that dark art I could break the strongest resistance capacity to the control of minds. Hilsa pushed my shoulders to the pond bottom. I held my breath; I’d wait a reasonable time and would stop the spell. But her reaction wasn’t the expected; suddenly she pulled me off from the water in one breath and carried me to the flat rock where we had left the clothes. I pretended to be fainted to see how she reacted to that situation. “My love, what have I done? I’m a stupid, what will become of me now?” The tricks succeed, I found out what she really kept in her heart. Hilsa presses my body against hers and started a sort of kiss of death but in reverse. The lush K’tmenü eagerly began to suck the deadly poison of my mouth. The tragedy of it was that I could not separate her from because the strength of that woman quadrupled mine. I couldn’t allow Hilsa died, I needed her for my plans… but before releasing me I had time of seeing her thoughts: the King’s plan of not fecundating me, his intentions to let me transform into a Virgin Mother at his service to take advance my powers to become the Kronkol of S’ladans. I understood that if that woman died at that moment they would forgive her son from a horrible death albeit she had failed in her objective of make me fall in love. The last vision I had was how Hilsa was madly in love with me at the time that helped me to get off the carriage, I saw how she smelled excited my hair without me noticing. That sweet feeling would be very useful to me, it was why I could let her die, I need to have her as an ally to survive in a world so complex and poisoned, a strong warrior who would face the dangers that threatened me and would protect me from attacks.. As soon Hilsa was already too weak to move, she was laid on the stone, she seemed unconscious. By the color that was acquiring her skin I realized that I had very little time to act, took the dagger from her shell and made a little cut on my hand. Once my blood was mixed in a water canteen with water I made her drink to vomit the poison. “Come on, swallow it, damn fool!” Gradually began to move and finally opened her eyes. She then sat up a little and vomited a yellow liquid, a blend of her gastric juices, my blood and the deadly poison … it had come close. “I’m not dead, how can it be?” “My blood is the antidote to counteract the poison of my mouth, how do you think I don’t poison myself with my poisonous fluids?” While I was telling her that I stained her hands with blood. “Look Hilsa, this is a blood covenant, this incident did not happen. You do not speak; I do not speak, that our blood be shed if one of us reveals the secret that should not be known by anyone, that no one opens our mouths when we remember this time. ” “What should I do in exchange? Do I have to be your slave?” “Yes, in a certain way, because you shall accept my marriage proposal. I claim you as a wife for the love I feel for you, beautiful Hilsa” I needed to start building the whole charade to implement my plans, so that the King thought that the plans that were running were his, this woman of hair in color of fire was the cornerstone of my conspiracy. “But Highness, in my country, women do not marry each other, laws of K’tmenüs do not contemplate it”. Hilsa told me, but I already knew that this ignorance was feigned, I had seen in her transparent soul while we were in touch. “According to the common ancestral tradition, a queen can be married to the King and the woman she lover “. I touched her and she shivered, like I did too. “The king will not accept it” Hilsa’s voice sounded sincere, I saw in her form of lie a military formation of high level, where the art of falsehood and fallacy represented survival in case of capture by the enemy. In her own way, Hilsa was also a poisonous flower at Neitsi style. “He’ll accept because I have a proposal that he will not be able to refuse.” I healed myself my wound’s hand with a bandage made of a piece of my dress; as soon as we were dressed we went back to where were the carriage and the soldiers who guarded me. My plan was working, just had to cajole also the King: it had to be a masterpiece of misunderstandings, omissions and false truths in a sophistication of the most perverse of Neitsi. Hilsa trudged because the effect of the poison that still remained in her body, I realized that she couldn’t reach Läkande if she continued at that pace because she was very weak. I yelled… “¡Hilsa! Come here.” Tell me, Your Highness.” “There is room for two in this carriage; you won’t reach the Pierced Mountains in your state, you’re going to faint.” “What will the soldiers say? I’m their commander and I cannot show weakness.” “Well, tell them that the stupid Neitsi girl was scared and asked that you accompany her, I’m sure they’ll believe you.” I said the last words whispering so the coachman didn’t hear us. “Aye, Your Grace.” We continued our journey through the tortuous path overheated by the yellow sun. As soon she entered the carriage, I helped Hilsa to get rid of the heavy shell and gave her a mantle to cover. She still was shaking because the effect of the poison, I made her lick my wound so my sweet blood would just remove the rest of the toxin that was in her body. Little by little, her charming face was regaining color and she was again the incredibly attractive woman that everyone, including myself, desired. Almost reaching Läkande, she lovingly healed the wound that I had made in my hand to save her. The carriage arrived to the palace late at night, where the King was waiting for us impatiently. Firstly Hilsa got off, she wore one of my dresses, a piece of cloth that was so tight which it made her seem a prostitute; I was listening to the conversation from inside the carriage. “Hello Hilsa. Don’t you think that the dress you wear is a bit short and tight? You look like a feminized companion “Hilsa blushed. “Sorry Majesty, I wish to be presentable for you and I hadn’t anything else to put on but one of the dresses of the princess.” “I like it, because you give away to my eyes the sight of a spectacular woman, but it might be more correct that you wore your shell as commander of the guard of honor.” “I already can’t do it Sire, Her Highness will explain you.”