Tales From The Great Sea

2010: The Big Goal

2010-01-03T19:36:00.003-06:00

So I have a goal for 2010. Not a New Year's resolution. I don't do resolutions. But I do set goals. Resolutions are kind of like promises, and if one fails to live up (down) to them then one has, in effect, lied. Goals are simply what they are. A goal is like a hope. A dream. There is no guarantee or promise that it will be reached/achieved. That suits me well, for I don't always achieve my goals. But I try.

So, my goal for 2010? Well, the one which applies to this blog would be to rewrite Swords of Fire: Book I. I am going to take a different perspective with telling the same story. Maybe it'll work. At the least I should expand my abilities.

The new working title is, Fire Mountain.

So wish me luck. Okay?

Merry Christmas

2009-12-24T21:47:00.001-06:00

Have a a very Merry Christmas.

A Morbid Kind of Writing

2009-12-15T12:57:00.003-06:00

Stumbled on something cute. A website which compares writing to that of famous authors and determines who the writing style most resembles.

Tales From The Great Sea is 27% like Edgar Allen Poe.

If you're curious about your own writing, here's the link.

Are the Tales Over

2009-11-17T11:28:00.002-06:00

I am seriously considering turning off access to this blog and letting it go dormant. I'll make a decision by Thanksgiving. I think. If I choose to continue it I may find myself confronted with the question again later.

Not Dead Yet

2009-11-08T08:52:00.003-06:00

For several months now Swords of Fire has sat unlooked at and unworked on. I've been busy writing other stories. Other novels. Those projects aren't generating much more interest than my epic fantasy. A little, but not much.

The truth is, none of my works is of the kind which makes people want to read them. Feel like they need to read them. Not sure why what I write is so dull, but then there haven't been many books in my life which I've read which just demanded I read them. Lord of the Rings comes to mind, certainly. And maybe Well-Favored Man. Those are the two which have spawned many re-reads over time.

Some people make a big deal out of whatever book they're reading. Like teenagers, every book seems to be either the greatest or the worst. While I do tend to categorize books into two groups, the groups are far less extreme. Either I like them or I don't. Sometimes it isn't easy to tell. Sometimes a story has elements which I truly enjoy, while at the same time having other elements which completely annoy me. Ultimately, I will base my decision on the story and the characters.

But back to Swords of Fire.

Swords of Fire has its main story, which crosses over several books. It is the story of Madatar's fight with Shatahar over control of The Great Sea. Not the blog. The place. There will be six books in this series. At least. As the story unfolds I discover some chapters have enough detail and suspense to warrant their own book.

But apart from the main story between Madatar and Shatahar there are literally hundreds of other stories associated with Swords of Fire and The Great Sea. My favorite is the story of Tavaar, which also intertwines deeply with the main Swords of Fire saga.

There are over 6,000 people in Khirsha's family tree. More than once I have thought it would be very cool to write a short biography for each and every one of them. I believe I even gave it a go on this blog at one time. But the process is incredibly time consuming, and it takes away from telling other stories. With 6,000 people you know there has to be more than a few stories in that mix.

Then there are the stories of the Children of Fire, and how they helped shape and fashion The Great Sea in the first place. What of all the creatures they created, most now deemed mythical because they were destroyed in the Great War which nearly destroyed The Great Sea. What of the Dragons and the Unicorns and the Phoenix?

There were Overlords and Mortals. What of their stories?

It's a trap for world builders, I suppose. Getting lost in the background stories of their creations.

Recently, I reread Lord of the Rings again. I've read that story more than 200 times in the past forty years. I used to read it over and over and over again. Now I'm down to a couple of times a year. But in his Foreward, Tolkien says something I didn't understand before, but completely sympathize with now.

"I had little hope that other people would be interested in this work, especially since it was primarilly linguistic in inspiration and was begun in order to provide the necessary background of 'history' for Elvish tongues. When those whose advice and opinion I sought corrected little hope to no hope, I went back to the sequel."

Few people care about a character's background. Or the history of a place. All they care about is the story that's going on now. They don't look back and they don't look forward. I suppose that's ultimately a healthy way to live, but it's an ignorant way, to my thinking. So much of what is now is based on so much of what was then. And certainly the combination of then and now are going to impact the future.

Real stories don't begin at Chapter One and conclude at a book's ending. They began some time before, possibly at the beginning of everything, and they don't end until all is done.

But what I find interesting others find dull. And to a great measure I think the opposite is true, too.

And so I keep writing. My audience is me. There are no others.

Writing Contest

2009-10-31T23:59:00.000-05:00

Writtenwyrdd has an October contest in honor of Halloween. Write a horror story in 1,000-words or less. The details are here. And here is a picture of the grand prize. I wouldn't mind winning that. So, even though I am not a horror writer, I wrote a horror story and submitted it.

Things to Do for Fun

2009-10-11T13:26:00.005-05:00

I like maps. I use them to help me in world building.

World building is fun. It is personally satisfying. It is also a lot of work, if one wishes to do it well.

Often, for me, the beginning of a new world begins with a new map. Like the one below. The map below only shows a portion of a world. There is a vast mountain range stretching from west to east. South of it is an even greater forest area, and a huge lake with seven rivers flooding it, and one draining.

What I might add next would be something to the north. Perhaps a coastal area? Rivers would flow from the melting glacial ice caps to the sea. There would be others which cut into the forest. After establishing the geography I would begin to add settlements. Coastal towns, and villages along river routes. Perhaps roads would be cut, connecting major villages.Having done all of that, the easy part is over. Now it is time to figure out just who lives in this place. Are they woodsmen? Fishermen? Whalers? Are they warlike? How far have they progressed technologically. Are they one kind of people, or are various races represented?

Eventually what must be determined is the main character. Who is the specific woman (man/creature/being) to develop a story? And importantly, what is their conflict?

But that's what happens when the world begins with a map. Just as often I begin with a character, a conflict, and a need to find a place in which this character can resolve their conflict. When this happens, the actual map is drawn later, if at all.

I like maps. But I don't always use them. Many of my stories have no world map. Some have no map at all. And many of my maps have no story. But I like maps.

From the Quiet of a Forest

2009-10-08T10:39:00.003-05:00

So I've not posted here in two months. Sometimes I think about deleting my blogs and just starting over. But it's not that simple.

I think about this blog a lot. I feel bad because it never got the visitors I hoped it would. People just aren't interested in Swords of Fire. Certainly not agents. What a pity. Swords of Fire means so much to me.

Swords of Fire remains on my mind a lot, despite my lately working on stories which have nothing to do with it. That Swords of Fire should not invoke enthusiasm from others is disappointing to the extreme. I suppose I could take the time out and rewrite it yet again. I've lost track of the number of rewrites the story has been subjected to. It's changed over the years. As have I.

It began in 1973 or 1974. I'm never quite sure now. Those were just ideas. In 1976 I wrote the true beginnings of what was to become a life's work. That was called, White King of Ladondo. I don't think that copy exists anymore. The map certainly doesn't. That was drawn on the paper wrapping for a queen-sized mattress. Greatest map I've ever drawn.

I screwed up my life. From the beginning I got everything wrong. And it's cost me. Cost me dearly. The amazing thing about that is, I'm supposed to be a genius or something. Got the I.Q. for it anyway.

But I let others dictate my decisions. I believed them when they told me I should 'want this', 'do that', 'go there'. And I was afraid. That more than anything has just made my life hell. Afraid to say "I love you" to the people I loved. Afraid to really try and be what I wanted to be. Afraid to go where I wanted to go.

And now I'm old.

Too old to do so many things I wanted to do. They are youth dependent. And now I'm also out of money. Too broke to go where I want to go and do what I want to do.

So what about Swords of Fire? If it's ever going to be published I expect it is going to have to be rewritten. Am I too old to get it done? It's getting harder and harder to believe. You know?

Shut Down

2009-08-09T06:31:00.002-05:00

Going to be going offline (again) beginning on Monday, August 10th. Part of the losing my home disease which has struck with deadly malevolence of late.

I feel bad about this blog. It's never developed as I hoped. It has a minimal readership. I have neglected it often of late, and now I will be neglecting it by reason of no online service. If/When I come back online I'll have to see what I can do.

In the meantime, I will leave you with a song. Used to have it posted here. Here are the lyrics, and link, in case you'd like to sing along.

Dont think sorrys easily said
Dont try turning tables instead
Youve taken lots of chances before
But Im not gonna give anymore
Dont ask me
Thats how it goes
Cause part of me knows what youre thinkin

Dont say words youre gonna regret
Dont let the fire rush to your head
Ive heard the accusation before
And I aint gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing

Chorus:
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I dont need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind, I can read your mind

Dont leave false illusions behind
Dont cry cause I aint changing my mind
So find another fool like before
Cause I aint gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the signs are deceiving

(chorus)

The Girls

2009-08-02T17:08:00.000-05:00

Just an odd poem which came to mind.

Tuwa, Tiva, Wawa and Awentia, four girls of the street
The four were all called pretty, and known by all as sweet

Two of them were sisters, but which they would not say
It was hard to tell at night and no none saw them in the day

The house they kept was small, but a room for each they kept
The beds were soft with down, and that was where they slept

Each morning at the dawn, a young boy named Nibaw
Would knock upon their door, he was the only one they saw

He brought them things they ordered, they paid him off in gold
And whether he got more, Nibaw he never told

The girls were all hated, and shunned by all in town
To speak their name was shame, and met with stares and frowns

And yet each night their came, upon their door soft knocks
From men who in the day spoke of them all with shock

Then Nibaw grew up stately, and was no more a boy
And when he found a gold mine, his heart was filled with joy

He went back to the girls’ house, and knocked upon their door
And told them that for gold they need slave themselves no more

Then did the girls exclaim with joy and open their door wide
And when the knocks came in the night, it was Nibaw who replied

Aislin

2009-08-01T09:56:00.001-05:00

Aislin was a pretty girl, warm and sweet and bright
Her hair was thick about her face, and burned red in the light
Without so much as effort, she kept her body thin
When asked how she could do this, Aislin would just grin

Saoirse was plain as paper used to wrap fresh fish
Pudgy, clumbsy, silly, one could hardly call her dish
Yet Saoirse was still friendly, caring and a treat
She treated all else kindly, everyone she’d meet

One day down by the river’s edge, Aislin chanced did spy
The young girl known as Saoirse, who wanted but to die
For Saoirse was lonely, just wanting to be loved
To know that she was worthy, to be someone’s pure dove

There was a boy named Gradin, who’s mind was in his pants
Who offered once to Saorise, the chance with him to dance
She let him have his way with her, she gave him his desire
And when he finished he gave her coins, as payment for her hire

Aislin knelt beside the girl, and held her in her arms
And promised she would love her most, and keep her safe from harm
And when the boy named Gradin, thought again to have his way
It was Aislin’s thought to punish him, in such an awful way

Exactly what she did to him, not ever has she said
But Gradin walked in shame from then, and wished that he were dead
And so the two girls became fast friends, and lovers in the night
And found that love was just enough, and made them feel just right

Putting the Years Together

2009-07-16T10:32:00.002-05:00

Have progressed through thirty-two years of military history. Only 320 years remaining to catch up to present.

It's interesting to learn some of my assumptions about who probably held what rank back when are completely unfounded. It just couldn't work out that way. By Year 81 - the year when flameswords became part of the training - I am going to have to make some adjustments to the structure.

The idea is that, by Year 320, the following structure needs to be in place.

There will only be five Marshalls.

For every Marshall there should be four Generals. This is a change from two.

For every General there should be two Commanders. This remains unchanged.

For every Commander there should be two or three Captains. This is down from four.

For every Captain there should be one or two Scouts and six to eight Lieutenants. This is a change from four Lieutenants.

Pretty dry stuff, I suppose, but it's part of the world building process. Not all of world building is creative excitement. Some of it is simply diligence and adherence to logic and rules already set in place. Changing a rule is permitted, but only if it is exatrapolated throughout. This is required if one wishes to maintain credibility and believability.

We've been watching Dinotopia, another poorly made fantasy movie in which the focus is primarily on strange creatures doing strange things. Time and distance are ignored, making the story seem implausible within itself. As a viewer I am willing to suspend disbelief, but only if the story keeps true to itself. Don't show me that people walk no faster there then here and then expect me to believe someone with asthma can climb a 300-step stairwell in ten minutes, or even a person who is fit can walk miles in a few minutes through jungle.

On average, people walk about three miles in one hour. That is on level ground. So, to walk through jungle it is reasonable to believe the pace will hold true. Disbelief can be set aside for speeds of up to five or six miles in an hour (two leagues). This means, walking, a well fit person could make about twenty leagues (about sixty miles) in a day, but that would be pushing it. And that is a ten hour day, not four or six. I just hate it when writers get time and distance wrong. There is no way I can suspend my disbelief.

And that is why I devote so much time, energy, and pure creative thought to things like who was Head-of-Family in Year 30, and who was High Marshall, and who were the acting Scouts. (For the record, Khirbah was still Head-of-Family in Year 30, Daheek was High Marshall [I had been hoping for Jora], and Alanta, Gahbi, Nordahn and Raigur were the Scouts.) It's a lot of work, but it is part of the creative process.

Military Structure

2009-07-14T15:32:00.002-05:00

So I'm progressing along with the military history. Up to Year 24. It's kind of amusing how things worked out. Due to the strict adherence in keeping young families together, there actually was a period of several years in which there were no regular warriors in the military structure. Only officers. In fact, in the current year there are only 20 warriors out of a military structure of 74. But it's changing. The first generation born at the Compound is entering military service. Eventually, things will balance out. However, as each generation ages the military force shrinks. This will continue for three hundred years. It will take that long for the family to reach a population in which there is constant military support.

The military structure is as follows:

Head-of-Family
Sovereigns
High Marshall
Marshalls
Explorers
Generals
Commanders
Captains
Scouts
Lieutenants
Warriors
Sub-Commanders
Sub-Captains
2nd Lieutenants
Officers
Soldiers

There can be only one Head-of-Family and one High Marshall at any given time. And while Sovereigns technically outrank the High Marshall, the High Marshall reports directly to the Head-of-Family.

Something similar takes place with Explorers and Scouts. Generally, it is accepted that all family members will marry and have children. However, for those few who decline the benefits of matrimony, the position of Explorer is available (unless they are unaligned). Explorers report directly to the High Marshall, although technically they aren't an officer at all. Scouts report to Captains, although they are almost equal with Lieutenants.

The positions below Warriors are all pre-military ranks, for those too young to actively participate in military companies. At the moment I am not dealing with those ranks. Got enough going on as it is.

Familiar Ground

2009-07-13T08:46:00.002-05:00

So I've been working on military history for a few days now. Got all of the database records updated as to who was in the military when, and began work on assigning rank and companies. Got to Year 23 before I realized I had mucked something up. So, I've begun anew at Year 1.

It should be okay, though. Made a couple of tweaks to the system to account for Village Defense and Reserve Force. Ultimately, this should speed the process up. I just have to start from the beginning again.

Deja vu. I've been here before.

The Work Goes On - and on - and on - and on

2009-07-10T16:28:00.002-05:00

Getting a lot of work done on the military backstory. Some of this work has, in fact, been done for years. Such as a compiled list of all Presiders/Heads-of-Family over 352 years. There have been fifteen.

Name .. Begin Ended
Khirbah....1.....60
Perdisch..60.....85
Daheek....85....105
Alahnta..105....145 female
Dakisch..145....168
Thiona...168....175 female
Rokell...175....210
Chonatha.210....232 female
Soviah...232....251 female
Khirdo...251....293
Kuschone.293....311
Deschone.311....320*
Dezro....320....340*
Kraston..340....340*
Abrin....340.......*

Four of the Presiders have been women. The last four (marked with asterisks) are father-to-son successions. This is the motivation for the treason of Book I.

I also have entered all of the Sovereigns into the database (also compiled years ago). I won't list all of those as they comprise 262 records.

Another thing I've completed (just this week) is the determination of who was in the military during which years of their life. That was fun. I generated 159,710 records encompassing a 352 year period. Everyone has been grouped according to village, and villages have been grouped according to companies. Now I'm going through each year, one at a time, assigning warriors to companies and assigning military rank to warriors. I am on Year 3. This is the tedious part of the project. I see no way to generate records based on logic queries. It is going to come down to me looking at everyone for every year. When I am finished my military history should be quite impressive. Just as my sword skills records are impressive, and my family tree records, and my housing records, and wedding records, etc.

Sometimes this seems so real.

Shoring Up the Background

2009-07-05T07:17:00.003-05:00

Well, that idea didn't last long. On just my second random person (Uhahna, an Unaligned born East Village during the year 230) I became confronted by the need to know more background history than I've established. So, I'm taking the big plunge and returning to developing the miscellaneous background information. I'm beginning with military history, but I'm hoping to get some duty work accomplished at the same time.

It's not going to be easy and it is going to be time consuming. I've more than 6,000 characters spanning 3-1/2 centuries of time. What I must do is establish when each and every one of them entered military service, when they received whatever promotions they did, and when they left.

This is complicated by the fact that the family has a policy that parents of children under five cannot serve, and at least one parent must remain at home until children reach sixteen. So, even the best warriors would exit military service to begin their families and not return until their youngest reached the age of five. Then they would return. But in the meantime, they had to have duty. What would it be? It would vary with their line, their village, and their skill with the flamesword.

Lots of work.

I'm kind of looking forward to it. I've already begun. Did you know that there are 22,238 records just for the ARTS line? DEFENSE, the largest line, has 58,279 records. Got these statistics from the Yearly Archive table, which contains no less than 541,348 records.

Like I said. A LOT of work.

Character Bio 0001 - Schago

2009-07-03T07:50:00.002-05:00

So, this is my first submission for random stories about the 6,770 characters in my Swords of Fire Archive Database. This hardly a story, though. More a statistical biography than a tale of events. That's how some things begin.

I was pleasantly surprised to be given a character who's first child was Unaligned. The Unaligned play important roles in the Saga. These are the people who are punished for something someone else has done. They are a constant reminder that the culture I created is far from perfect. Prejudices and hateful attitudes exist everywhere, and in every culture a class system evolves to reward some without merit and punish others without cause.

Anyway, the random number generator gave me: Schago.

Schago was born in East Village in the year 161 to Schatuah and Wogo, Healers. She was the third of three children. The only girl.

Schago was born, lived, and died in the same house. At her birth the house was known as Wogo House, to honor her father, who shared healing duties with her mother, Schatuah. They became the village’s only healers the year 150, when they were married. Tantu, the previous healer, left to help start Lake Point West. Wogo came from Gahrem Village, the son of Dayona and Wingroh. Schatuah was Tantu’s grand-daughter.

The house would later be renamed Okar House, in honor of Schago's husband.

Schago was the 85th resident of East Village the day she was born. The day she died, at the age of 125, she reduced the population to 156.

She was a contemporary of Bolar, although from the previous generation. By the time most of the significant characters of “Traitor” were born, Schago was gone.

She shared her birth year (161) with four others, all girls: Kenka, born to Wenka and Katchin, Unaligned; Vewahnna, born to Kizza and Venwan, Unaligned; Rahntua, born to born to Rahnentu and Suchlah, Healers; and Tavadar, born to Tavashar and Jadkur, Outposts. That year five family members died: Deekl of Healers; Seffan of Defenese; Gjahn of Supplies; Foren of Temple; and Raschall of Flocks. There were no marriages that year.

Schago died in 286. That year there were ten births: five boys and five girls. Twenty others died that year, including one baby: Lana, the daugther of Renviska and Trahm of Crops. It was also a big year for weddings, with 53 taking place. Among these weddings was the union of Aberna and Kordan, who were destined to be parents of Klarissa, Khirhsa's mother.

She was not a warrior. At her peak, she only made level four flamesword. That was not particularly unusual. Few healers had the interest to become great warriors. Perhaps the most notable was Bolar, who figures prominently in the final portions of Tavaar’s Backstory – as well in Madatar’s Saga. But as that tale is told elsewhere, no more will be said of it now.

She began training with mock weapons at the age of eight. This was the best indication that a warrior career was not to be her fate. The best warriors generally began at age six, or even five. She was fourteen before she moved on to drained weapons. She began flamesword training in 183, at the age of 22. Again, the latest anyone did. It would take her seven years to reach level one, and another ten to make level two, in the year 200. Levels three and four would also take ten years each. After 220, when she reached level four, Schago quit trying to improve and devoted her time and effort to healing. She was 59-years-old and through with warrior prowess.

When Schago was 19 her brother Woshag married Kahnta, a Healer from Orchard Village. That was in 180. Three years later her brother Wotah married Favta, from West Village. Favta was from Housing.

Deeply interested in the craft of healing, Schago also tended to be – wild. She was attractive and saw no reason to make the best use of that gift. As a result, Schago was never in want for attention. She kept her head until she met Okar, from South Village. Okar was from Arts, the only line less inhibited by sexual mores than Healers. The result was, at age 25, Schago became pregnant. There was no choice. She would be married. She named Okar the father and Okar never claimed otherwise. The marriage took place on Storday Intument 3. Chobey was born 181 days later, on Storday, Algiden 1. He would be constrained to Unaligned status all his life. Chobey would refuse marriage and remain in the military, becoming a professional warrior and attaining level four status.

In 190 both of Schago’s brothers would leave East Village to help establish a new village in the western forests: Deep Forest. This made for a small household, and greatly reduced the village’s healing force.

Schago would have three more children by Okar: two girls and a boy. Okaga would be the first of her children born to a line: Healer. After Okaga came Oschogo, the first male healer. The youngest was Schikar, who would be the only one of Schago’s children to remain with her and Okar. Okaga would marry her near cousin and move to Deep Forest. Oschogo would marry Gratha and move to West Village. In 224 Schikar married Turmord, but they remained in East Village, to take up the mantle of healing after Schago, who was the only Healer (Okar was from Arts).

In 229 Schago’s grandchildren began arriving in Wogo House. Schikar married Turmord and they had three children – all within marriage. Like her mother, Schikar would have two girls and a boy, the boy in the middle.

Schago’s mother, Schatuah, died in 253. The following year Schago's grandchildren begin to marry. In 259 her great-grandchildren begin to arrive. Her father, Wogo, dies in 268, and the house is renamed Okar house. Okar, however, will only live another eleven years, dying in 279. Schago will live until 286. The house is renamed Turmord House.

Born: 161, Seeday Harven 2, East Village, eighth generation
Died: 286, Mid-Winter, East Village
Line: Healer
Mother: Schatuah (healer)
Father: Wogo (healer)

Siblings:
Woshag, brother, born 155
Wotah, brother, born 158

Married: 186, Storday Intument 3, East Village

Children:
Chobey, 186, male, East Village, Unaligned
Okaga, 191, female, East Village, Healer
Oschogo, 194, male, East Village, Healer
Schikar, 199, female, East Village, Healer

Grandchildren:
Okaga:
Togwahn, 224, male, Deep Forest, Healer
Owhana, 226, female, Deep Forest, Healer
Oschogo:
Thogo, 224, male, West Village, Crops
Grothea, 227, female, West Village, Crops
Schikar:
Schimorda, 229, female, East Village, Healer
Gilkar, 230, male, East Village, Healer
Shigrath, 235, female, East Village, Healer

Great-Grandchildren:
Owhwek, 256, male, Deep Forest, Healers, Owhana, Thuwek
Glamahr, 257, female, Northern Gateway, Arts, Grothea, Slahr
Chetoh, 259, male, Santiv Village, Arts, Chesey, Togwahn
Schizah, 259, female, East Village, Healers, Schimorda, Zahk
Gilzak, 260, male, East Village, Healers, Zakalla, Gilkar
Hana, 261, female, Deep Forest, Healers, Owhana, Thuwek
Grishl, 261, male, Northern Gateway, Arts, Grothea, Slahr
Chetow, 263, female, Santiv Village, Arts, Chesey, Togwahn
Zahmor, 263, male, East Village, Healers, Schimorda, Zahk
Thuho, 264, male, Deep Forest, Healers, Owhana, Thuwek
Grazala, 264, female, East Village, Healers, Zakalla, Gilkar
Thamar, 265, female, Northern Gateway, Arts, Grothea, Slahr
Zahnig, 265, male, West Village, Healers, Shigrath, Belzahn
Shogosa, 266, female, West Village, Crops, Sarosho, Thogo
Chewahn, 267, female, Santiv Village, Arts, Chesey, Togwahn
Ghrazah, 267, female, West Village, Healers, Shigrath, Belzahn
Sarthog, 268, male, West Village, Crops, Sarosho, Thogo
Gorthor, 268, male, West Village, Crops, Sarosho, Thogo
Kallakar, 268, female, East Village, Healers, Zakalla, Gilkar
Schinehl, 271, female, West Village, Healers, Shigrath, Belzahn

Sword Progression:
Mock Sword, 169, 8-years
Drained Sword, 175, 14-years
Training Sword, 183, 22-years
Level 1 Sword, 190, 29-years
Level 2 Sword, 200, 39-years
Level 3 Sword, 210, 49-years
Level 4 Sword, 220, 59-years

What to Write About

2009-07-01T08:09:00.002-05:00

So, I'm not sure what to post to this blog right now. My life has so much going on (but so little of it meaningful) that it's hard to know what to write.

The problem has to do with being "published". Technically, anything I post to this blog is "published". (Don't you just love reading things in quotes? Or parenthesis?) That poses a problem with anything I would like to be paid for later.

I suppose it doesn't matter. After all, I haven't been paid for anything I've written since I worked at the newspaper.

I would like to continue posting short story-poems here. They write quickly, and they convey what I'm feeling at the moment. Unlike a full novel, in which I have to recapture feelings because it's been weeks since the thing was begun.

Of course, most of my story-poems are same topic, and I suppose they get kind of samey after a while. But not for me. They're all different people. Different stories. To me, these are real people. I enjoy writing about them.

There are also nearly 7,000 characters in my Swords of Fire Saga. I've only dealt with a handful of stories. I could spend a lifetime writing about these lifetimes. Wish I could paid to do it.

Perhaps what I should do is spend some time writing about how The Great Sea became such a complicated place. Write about the process, instead of the result. I don't know. What do you think? Don't get many readers here, so I expect it doesn't matter at all.

Urelvent and Nagasil

2009-06-26T10:15:00.002-05:00

Not all of the tales from The Great Sea involve women and love. Here is a tale of a fifth-born P'Lei Dragon. P'Leis were spikey, and of purple color. They were not formidable as dragons went, but any dragon made for a difficult opponent. As a fifth-born, Urelvant lacked the intelligence of older siblings, and he was a non-breeding dragon. Their lust for gemstones often put dragons at odds with Dwarfs.

Urelvent and Nagasil
by Bevie James

The dragon known as Urelvent was a mighty beast of yore
A giant thing of purple hue upon the winds did sore

It settled in the mountain tops near Valdid Village East
And soon made war and faced an army set to kill the beast

Urelvent laughed and killed at will and feared no mortal dart
Until the Dwarf named Nogasil came and pierced his heart

Nogasil was then renown, his name spread far and wide
He said he did not kill the beast, what killed the beast was pride

Oloara

2009-06-25T17:13:00.000-05:00

Oloara
by Bevie James

Oloara was a pretty girl, as flowers in a field
The boys would try to lay with her, but ne’er did she yield

Fresh Lips like roses on her face, and breasts so soft and plump
Boys went wild to watch her pass, and see her tight formed rump

She knew that any boy was hers, she had just but to say
But ne’er a word Oloara said, and kept the boys at bay

I was a friend of hers back then, we often talked and played
And when too dark it was to walk, at her house I stayed

Sometimes I’d ask her how it was, she’d resist all the boys
She’s laugh and smile sweet at me, and say there’s better joys

Then she would turn to me and say, you have no boys with you
How is it you should be alone, and that your loves be few

No words had I for her to give, I could not let her know
That love for her was in my heart, how could I tell her so

One evening when a storm raged strong, a book Oloara read
Then later when the lights blew out, she took me to her bed

While outside rain and wind blew hard, in bed all was calm
And kisses that Oloara gave, soothed my heart like balm

For two full years we shared our love, and ecstasy we had
While others in the village scoffed, and said our love was bad

Then came one day to our village home, a boy from far away
He fell in love with Oloara and took my love away

Alone I lived as years flew by, no boy came to my door
And love it faded from my life, I’d know it nevermore

Then after many years had passed, when I was old and grey
Someone at my door did knock, needing a place to stay

When my door swung open I did see, standing in the night
Oloara looking worn and spent, she looked a sadly fright

Into my arms she fell with tears, asking for forgiveness
I held her tight and kissed her brow, my love had not grown less

She ate my food and slept that night, warmly in my bed
Her husband had run off from her, fell and now was dead

Her children they were three, she said, all grown and moved away
For the village where they had grown up, required them to pay

Oloara, though, did not go with, she came home to me
For now she knew she loved me best, and with me she’d be free

That night I let her sleep alone, though my heart had desire
I let her sleep upon my bed while I lay by the fire

Amidst the night I heard her call, I went and kissed her face
She held and pulled me down with her, this now was my place

And so with gentle hands and lips she granted me my flames
I cried and wept within her arms, she was mine again

It’s been three years since she’s come home, we’re happy in our home
And joy is mine forever more, I’m no longer alone

Chalva

2009-06-24T08:44:00.002-05:00

Chalva
by Bevie James

When Chalva came to Harbiss, little could I know
That what began as friendship, would grow and grow and grow
She had come from Aliss Harbor, a village by the sea
A dashing girl of twenty, she meant so much to me
We walked together often, and she would tell me tales
Of ships set out on oceans, hunting mighty whales

Then came the night that Chalva, walked me home at night
She put her arms around me, and I began to see the light
Her lips touched mine so gently, and her hand cupped round my breast
I let her come to bed with me, and with her did the rest
I had not dreamed it possible, to love a woman so
But Chalva owns my heart of love, and Chalva is my beau

I like the way she teases me, I like the way she talks
Sometimes I’ll hold her hand in mine, while we take our walks
At whiles she’ll stop and hold me close, in her gentle arms
She’ll giggle and play with my blouse, asking for my charms
And I never can say no to her, she fills my heart with joy
To know that I am Chalva’s love, not just some rough boy

Others in the village, will criticize us two
They say we are not natural, and it’s wrong what we both do
Perhaps they’re right, I do not know, I do not even care
For I love Chalva with all my heart, my life with her I share
And so we two young women, grow older every day
And love each other warmly, in every single way

Tescha

2009-06-20T14:18:00.002-05:00

It's been a while since I've posted to this blog. These poems I have been writing are the foundations for actual stories, which is my concern. By publishing the poems on this blog, have I actually published the stories? I don't know. But I like telling these stories. They're all about love, and there's a healing element to them. I think so anyway. They are all written in sudden inspiration. I hope you like them.

Tescha
by Bevie James

Tescha’s love for Willah Spent was steeped with passion and so it went
She tried to court the girl each day, but Willah sent Tescha away
Alone she cried herself to sleep, wanting Willah Spent to keep
She once brought flowers to her door, and was told by Willah, “Return no more”
So Tescha’s heart was broken then, and vowed she would not love again

Willah Spent grew fast and wild, and then one day she had a child
Her pregnancy was all the talk, and followed her when’ere she walked
The other women called her names, and even men would do the same
But the men would come with bold desire, asking Willah to quench their fire
When it came that she could take no more, Willah came to Techa’s door

Tescha let the outcast in, and said no word of Willah’s sin
She fed her love and made her warm, keeping her all safe from harm
The child, too, she took her own, saying, “This is my flesh. This is my bone.”
Together they endure the stares, of others who had other cares
But Tescha lives with Willah her love, they fit together – hand in glove

Kadassa, Tahk and Brills

2009-06-08T12:23:00.002-05:00

Kadassa, Tahk and Brills
by Bevie James

Kadassa lived in the lowland hills, with her husband, Tahk, and his sister, Brills.
Her husband worked in the forest deep, while the cabin she and Brills did keep.
Kadassa worked a garden plot, while Brills she hunted and was gone a lot

Villagers seldom came that far, for the lowland hills were very far
Sometimes the women came to town, but Tahk he never came around
Some felt sorry for the women there, alone in the cabin with all their cares

But Kadassa said she was just fine, ‘cause her and Brills could toe the line
Two years later I chanced to come, to their cabin at the setting sun
I told them I was heading west, and they gave me food and a place to rest

I was told about her husband, Tahk, who hunted now and was gone a lot
Kadassa fixed a bed of hay in the barn where she said I could stay
In the morning I was first to rise, and through their window I saw their lies

There was no husband as she’d said, it was just those two who shared the bed
I understood why they should lie, to even me, a passerby
So I pretended I did not know, and spoke no word and prepared to go

But as I turned to walk away, Kadassa had something to say
She thanked me for my manners well, and that she knew I would not tell
I smiled and kissed both her and Brills, and walked off then into the hills

Sometimes I see them in my sleep, and when I do I often weep
How sad that lovers hid must be, it’s like a prison when they should be free
And so they live there in the hills, Kadassa and her lover, Brills

Shabba

2009-06-07T07:21:00.005-05:00

Shabba
by Bevie James

Shabba was a farmer and he had a fat old cow
He had a hog and chickens and a horse to pull his plow

He rose before the sunrise and got his morning milk
He wiped his brow of sweat with a handkerchief of silk

He fed his flock of chickens and slopped his lonely hog
Made sure the cat had cream, and fed his loyal dog

Only when his stock had eaten did Shabba get his food
Bacon, eggs, and toast, all tasted very good

When fields needed tending he was right out there of course
With a plow or with a wagon, pulled by his mighty horse

He mended leather harness, and kept his fences strong
His tools were kept well oiled, for rustiness was wrong

Shabba never had much money and so he bought few things
Mostly things for farming, but there was the diamond ring

The ring was for Melahda, the woman that he loved
Who’s beauty was as starlight, who’s voice was like a dove

She was shapely, young, and pretty, a girl for his desires
A woman filled with passion, who would light his inner fires

He went to her one morning, after feeding all his stock
Walked right up to her door, and proceeded then to knock

Her brother let him in, he was just a little lad
Who knew nothing of love’s passion, knew nothing that was bad

So Shabba saw Melahda, who’s breasts were full and bare
And the words he had then left him, to speak he did not dare

He stared and then he fled her, embarrassed to the core
She would think now that he’d shamed her, and want him never more

He returned to his own farm, Melahda in his thoughts
He thought of nothing else, except the look he got

But later in the day, when the sun was going down
When all the stock was fed, Melahda came around

She smiled and she kissed him, and told all was right
And that if he agreed, she’d like to spend the night

She had but one condition, that Shabba take her brother
For the boy was not her sibling, she was in fact his mother

Shabba looked beyond her, where the boy stood far away
And put his arm around her, and said that he could stay

Now Shabba rises early, and takes with him his son
They work the farm together, until the day is done

Melahda tends the house, and things around the yard
They three of them are there, all working very hard

At night when things are peaceful, and the boy is taking rest
Melahda gives to Shabba, the comfort of her breasts

Tortan and Lolura

2009-06-02T06:55:00.001-05:00

TORTAN and LOLURA
by Bevie James

Tortan was a farmer in the land of Chira Lee
His brothers all had left him, sailing out to sea
His sisters married quickly, all except Lolura Ann
Who stayed and lived with Tortan, farming in the sand

Now Lolura had no husband, and Tortan had no wife
And so the two they argued, their house was filled with strife
Lolura said to Tortan, we should not argue so
I will be your woman, and you will be my beau

At first he cried against it, and said this can’t be done
But desire pushed back reason, and Lolura bore a son
Their children now are many, and all help work the farm
The family lives in happiness, so tell me where’s the harm

More farmers came in time, to the land of Chira Lee
They knew not that they were siblings, so they let the Tortans be
The children grew and flourished, and married those that came
And Tortan and Lolura, kept hidden all their shame

Then chance one day there came, back from sailing on the sea
One of Tortan’s brothers, who’s real name was Gree
Gree said, “She’s your sister!” But Tortan said, “My wife.”
“I will not give her up. She has become my life.”

So Gree he left in anger, and swore not to come again
But Tortan and Lolura, assured they had no sin
The people of the village, now see them with dismay
For brothers wedding sisters is not the normal way

Tortan and Lolura, have long since died and gone
Their children are the legacy, of what the two had done
But for those who still remember, when the was only the two
To marry and to prosper, what else could those two do

Potential

2009-06-01T16:11:00.003-05:00

One of the beautiful things about the creation of The Great Sea is that it allows for a myriad of stories which have absolutely nothing to do with the Main Saga, which is Madatar's struggle to take possession of what was promised him.

There is a Troll story I want to tell, but that is probably going to become part of the Saga. There are tales from the Kingdom of Azua, but they indirectly point to the Saga, too.

But there are other worlds. Other creatures. Did you know that the Deltumler live in the ocean, and that their most hated enemy are the Sharogues? Both actually made an appearance in the original sequel to The Prophecies of Madatar, which was one of the Saga's earliest manifestations.

There are the Centaurs, the Pennans, the Nomads, and the orginal Men who populated the first giant world. And what of the Dragons and the Unicorns? At one time I thought about doing stories for all of these beings. Only I put it all on hold because I deemed the stories without a base if I could not get the Saga published.

The truth is, Apprentice and Quest could very easily take place on The Great Sea. Neither story has anything to do with Madatar.

Renaming this blog has reminded me that I have a host of stories to tell which are not based in any fashion or form upon the epic fantasy of my life's work.

The problem I have is I don't really understand online publishing at all, and that appears to be where short stories are going to have to be submitted in order to receive publication. Perhaps I should continue my Kiahva stories in hopes of finding a place for her. At the same time I could include a story or two about Dragons, Dwarfs, communities of Men on other worlds. All of this would build a base from which even the Saga could rise.

It's something to think about.

The Origin of Trolls and Barbarians

2009-05-30T13:19:00.003-05:00

Swords of Fire: Traitor makes mention of Trolls and Barbarians. They become important again in Book IV, which currently has no working title. I thought I would give a short background where Trolls and Barbarians came from.

After The Great War, which nearly destroyed The Great Sea, the Children of Fire were bound to repair as much damage as they could. Part of this restoration process involved close interaction with the Free Peoples, of which there were five: Figgits, Dwarfs, Men, Pennans, and Nomads. The Pennan and Nomad numbers were few, but the other races still existed in huge numbers. This was especially so with the race of Men.

In order to facilitate interaction between the Free People and the Children of Fire, certain members of the Children of Fire took on mortal form, meaning they would share the fate of whichever race they chose to emulate. They were granted long lifespans, but ultimately they would die. Lacking anything creative, the Free People called these Mortals.

Unfortunately, Zenophone encouraged a good number of his followers to also take on mortal form. These did not act in accordance with the rules set forth by the High King. Instead, they used their superior strength to overcome those they were to help and set up kingdoms. Hence they were called Overlords.

The Overlords went further than just seek dominion. They forced members of the races to become to become concubines and sexual slaves. The children born to these unions were deformed in varying degrees. They were known as The Accursed Races.

Accursed Races:

Goblins: from Figgits
Gnomes: from Dwarfs
Barbarians: from Men
Gargoyles: from Pennans
Renegades: from Nomads

The Free People shunned these offspring, creating a population of outcasts who learned to hate those who blamed them without cause. Many were hunted and killed. All were tormented to one degree or another. And when the Overlords began dying (or being killed), the surviving mothers took their children to the mountains to hide. And there, in the mountains, in order to fulfill the maturing desires of their sons, mothers committed unthinkable acts. The children from these unions became even more deformed than their fathers, and were shunned even by the outcasts. In time they became known as Trolls.

Trolls from Renegades were the largest. Next in size were Trolls from Barbarians. These are the Trolls of Swords of Fire: Traitor.

Sick? Yeah. It is. That's the point. People - any people - are capable of incredible acts when put in certain circumstances. The harder we deny this, the more likely we would be victims.

Giant Cats: Friend or Foe

2009-05-29T12:23:00.004-05:00

In Swords of Fire: Traitor there are only a few references to animals. We know about horses. Mostly, those are used for pulling plows and wagons, although there are a few bred for speed. Avalina is an apprentice horse trainer, and according to the story earns good money at that.

Oxen are used to pull heavy loads, particularly of ore. There is a reference to beef cattle, sheep, goats, and swine. Don't recall if I mention chickens and geese, but they're there. There are (or were) references to cats and dogs. Those may have been cut from the story as I sought desperately for ways to reduce word count. Entire characters had their sub-stories cut.

Regarding wild animals, deer are mentioned, as are eagles, wolves (I think - if not in Traitor certainly in Prophecies of Madatar, where they play an important role), squirrels, fish, and small birds. Maybe I reference dragons. Can't remember. So much was deleted in the last edit.

There are also a couple of references to Giant Cats.

Surprisingly, I have said very little about Giant Cats on this blog. Where more is said is in Tavaar's Backstory - and some place else I can't find right now. The portion where they are discussed in Tavaar's Backstory has not been posted at this time. However, in that portion, Khaiu delivers an infodump about Giant Cats.

“Shadow Cats are ancient creatures from the Beginning,” said Khaiu. “There are three kinds: Fire Cats, Shadow Cats, and Sphinx. All are gifted in speech and knowledge. Their quest is for knowledge. The Fire Cats are perhaps the wisest, able to take in and understand knowledge better than the others. They are mountain and forest dwellers. Their strength is in their ability to focus on an idea. Their weakness is tied to their strength. Because they focus on an idea, their knowledge is more limited. Unlike the Shadow Cats and Sphinx. The Shadow Cars are the balance of Fire Cats. Maybe that is why the two are generally found together. But whereas Fire Cats focus intently on certain areas of knowledge, Shadow Cats are curious about everything. Thus, Shadow Cats are gifted with more knowledge, but less understanding. I do not say this to offend.” This last was spoken to Shadow Mother, who was listening intently. She smiled.

“You only speak the truth, little one. Go on. You are doing well. Tell them of the Sphinx.”

“The Sphinx are between the two. They are less wise, but more knowledgeable than Fire Cats, and more wise and less knowledgeable than Shadow Cats. Also, they do not appear to get along with the others, and so shun the forests and mountains. In fact, they do not appear to care much for anyone or anything.”

“They do not,” said Shadow Mother. “They threaten and bully. They love to torment. Unlike us, they are ever loth to reveal their knowledge. They couch what they know in riddles and deception, misleading the well intended.”

“And you do not?” asked Sashwa.

As you can see, Khaiu is not alone. At least Sashwa is with him. Not only that, but they are in the presence of a Giant Cat. I'll let you know now that there were seven present: Khaiu and Tura, Shello and Klarissa, Tavaar and Wheylen, and Sashwa. This scene is critical in explaining some of what is to come.

So, Who's Reading This Anyway

2009-05-28T08:30:00.003-05:00

Getting a lot of visits over the past week. No comments. Just visits. Not sure what's up with that.

Seems to be related to my renaming the blog, so I'm not sure people are coming here because they are interested in the blog contents, or because the new title implies something else to them.

All of that being said, I am curious. Is anyone actually reading the posts?

Just curious. Yesterday, this blog got more hits than the next two added together. But no comments. So I wonder if the visits aren't all an accident.

Sayla

2009-05-27T07:02:00.002-05:00

Right now, one hundred percent of what is known about Sayla is revealed in Swords of Fire: Traitor. I have done no further background story on her. Sayla's background story is tied in with Khirsha's. They grew up together.

What we learn early on is that Sayla's parents, her father in particular, very much want Sayla to court and marry Khirsha. Khirsha and Sayla are close cousins, as opposed to near cousins, or just plain cousins.

A near cousin is the offspring of parent brothers and sisters. Close cousins would be those who are offspring of grandparents brothers and sisters - exclusing near cousins, of course. Cousins are all others in the family.

Sayla's grandfather is Abro, who is brother to Abrin, Khirsha's grandfather.

Actually, now that I think on it, my opening statement is not true. I do know things about Sayla which are not in the story, although I guess they are hinted at.

Sayla is one of Khirsha's generation's best warriors. Apparently, only Khirsha, Kelso, and Nivendor exceed her, but that is in fighting skill. As a hunter, Khirsha concedes Sayla's superiority, and Sayla offers no false humility in denying it.

In the year 338, at the age of eight, Sayla wins the eight-year-old sword championship by defeating her best friend and close cousin, Meekel. She will win again at the ages of ten, thirteen, and sixteen. Seven times she will fight in the championship and lose to Kelso, the last time at the age of nineteen. Once, at the age of seventeen, she will lose to Kelso in the semi-finals.

At the age of twenty she will face Khirsha for the championship. And lose.

In the last two years of competition she will face Tavaar's eldest son, Nivendor in the semi-finals and lose both times.

Sayla is an attractive girl, although even Khirsha acknowledges not the most attractive. That honor goes to Laynell, who is sweet on Kelso. Still, it is possible Laynell only appears more attractive because of the effort she puts into maintaining her appearance. Sayla, being a hunter, is more rustic, both in appearance and attitude. Her naturalness is clearly one of the things which attracts Khirsha to her. But - and this is the secret part - there is something else at play. Something I cannot reveal at this time. I believe it is slated to be revealed in Book Six, which currently has no working title.

Suffice to say, Sayla is a very important person.

Abrin

2009-05-26T07:21:00.003-05:00

Abrin is the Head-of-Family at the time of Swords of Fire: Traitor. He is also Khirsha's grandfather.

While I know quite a bit about him, I have not actually included him much in any background story.

He is an enigmatic character at times, possessing knowledge, seemingly without a source. But all knowledge must have a source someplace. Thus far, I only hint at it. In Book Three (currently titled Bonds of Love) we learn the source.

Abrin is a man full of plans and secrets. Such is the life of anyone in charge of a large group. He is decisive, able to make hard decisions even when he lacks the knowledge he seeks. He is also able to wait, knowing when waiting for that knowledge is more important than acting out of turn.

At times he can appear to be harsh. Other times he demonstrates great compassion and understanding.

Although nearing one hundred years of age, he is still strong and able. He passes his flamesword test in Swords of Fire: Traitor with honors, although his son, Khaiu, might argue that point.

He is not above bending, or even breaking, rules. Sometimes for selfish reasons. At the same time he accepts responsibility for his actions. He possesses knowledge that few in the family share. This is often a burden, for the others' lack of knowledge affects their decisions as much as his possession of it.

Odelmaar

2009-05-25T06:22:00.003-05:00

Odelmaar is something of a heavy in Swords of Fire: Traitor. It is Odelmaar who opposes Khirsha's grandfather in matters of family policy. It is Odelmaar who ever seeks harsher punishments for Khirsha and Kelso.

Swords of Fire: Traitor doesn't give us a lot of background information on Odelmaar. What we know is that he is the sovereign over Mines. He appears to be quite wealthy. He seems to support Prince Johahnen as successor to the Azuan throne. He was second in the competition to be Head-of-Family to Khirsha's grandfather.

There are no current stories devoted to Odelmaar to fill in his background, although if they were I am sure they would be interesting. He shows up at whiles in Tavaar's Background Story. Particularly after Tavaar leaves the military.

In Tavaar's Background Story we see a completely different man. But is that not often the way of stories, both real and otherwise?

When I originally introduced Sovereign Odelmaar into the saga I did not particularly like him. Back then I was creating "good" and "evil" characters. Odelmaar would have to wait nearly fifteen years before I allowed him to become a real person. Same with Khirsha, Abrin, and all the others. But whereas I had to show the failings of Khirsha and the other "good" characters, it was necessary to show Odelmaar as something other than a power hungry sovereign. I did this by writing Tavaar's Background Story. In it, we see Odelmaar dealing with is wife, parents, and children. This shows us his human side. It showed me. Then I rewrote Swords of Fire: Traitor, knowing more about Odelmaar. His character was much more believable.

Hawnka

2009-05-23T09:13:00.003-05:00

I haven't written a lot about Old Hawnka. She's a character from Swords of Fire: Traitor. A significant character, even if she is a minor character.

Hawnka is Unaligned. This was the unfortunate fate of everyone known - or suspected to be - conceived out of wedlock. Bastards.

The first Unaligned was Tarska, born to Ashamada and Truschk in the 68th year of the Compound. Ashamada's mother was Alahnta, who was currently the Crops Soveriegn, and who would eventually become Head-of-Family. Alahnta was a hard woman and shamed by her daughter's behavior. She used her influence to prevent Tarska from being assigned membership in the Crops Line. Little did she understand that in punishing her daughter, she was not only also punishing her grandson, but all such children thereafter. In fact, many children born within the rules of family law would also be punished, for no child of an Unaligned could be anything but Unaligned. This made the Unaligned the fastest growing of all "lines", and by the time of Khirsha, the fifth most populous.

I like Hawnka. There isn't much I can say about her here because most of it is going to be revealed in the Saga. Suffice to say that she is very wise, and that she has access to things most of the family can't even dream about.

It's a Complex Place

2009-05-19T15:50:00.002-05:00

Converted the blog to a new template and then added a left sidebar. It's a better utilization of space.

Swords of Fire is an amazing saga. To me, anyway. Not only do I have a main story which covers an entire solar system, but I have a hoard of spin-off stories, too.

You already know of Tavaar's Backstory. But what about the backstories of other characters? What about Khirbah and Korbah, the founders of the Compound 333 years before my main character, Khirsha, was born? How did that come about?

The Kingdom of Azua. Who are those people? How vast is their kingdom?

What about Barbarians and Trolls? Why are they so hateful? There has to be a reason. People just aren't born that way. (I do know the reason, by the way.)

Where did the Giant Cats come from? How did Fire Mountain come to be?

What's great is that I have answers to all of these questions. After thirty-seven years it only makes sense.

Why is the Sea there? What is its real purpose?

I know it all. And yet I continue to learn more. Isn't that amazing? That's the wonder and beauty of world building. It never really ends until we do.

Tavaar - 73rd Edition

2009-05-13T10:04:00.002-05:00

“Process? What process?” asked Sashwa.

“It is very similar to what we are doing right now," said Khaiu. "Anyone wishing to officially declare a premonition must present themselves at the Temple for examination. A scribe will record all they say, including their own interpretation, while those who are believed to ‘know’ listen. The ‘Knowers’ are those like Sashwa, who do not necessarily see the vision, but somehow can tell if it is real. My guess, Sashwa, is that in years to come you will find yourself sitting and listening to these premonitions. After the premonition has been recorded, the ‘Seer’ leaves, and the Knowers give their impressions, one at a time without the knowledge of the others. The scribe records each in turn. Finally, the report is brought to the Head-of-Family and Chief Temple Keeper, and any sovereign who may be near. If the consensus is that it is real, it is announced. If not, no one hears of it.”

“And you say Gwihnna has done this twice?” asked Shello.

“Yes. In both cases the Knowers agreed her premonition was real, but disagreed with her interpretation. From reading Gwihnna’s accounts, it is clear she does not look beyond the surface. Her judgments tend to be rash, and mostly centered around herself.”

“But they did come true?” asked Tavaar.

“They did. But not like Gwihnna expected.”

“If that is true, then her interpretation of this may also be faulty,” said Wheylin.

“That is more than reasonable,” said Khaiu. “It is what I believe.”

“But Sashwa confirmed it,” said Tavaar.

“Only that it was real,” said Khaiu. “Has she not always had difficulty with Gwihnna’s interpretation?”

“I have,” said Sashwa, looking at Tavaar. “I mean, we like to tease and toy and play, Darling, but I just can’t see you doing this. Certainly not with Shello!”

Laughter, followed by a playful slap from Shello.

“Nor I,” said Khaiu. “I believe Wheylin spoke true when he said you might do it in your dreams, but not while awake.”

“So what does it mean?” Tavaar asked.

“Let us consider what we know. We are hampered because apparently the premonition was short. That opens the way for more possibilities. But what we know is Tavaar is holding two babies. An adult figure in shadow is with her. That is all. Gwihnna chose to accept the obvious: that Tavaar bore the babies to the figure in shadow, and that since it wasn’t Wheylin, Tavaar was going to be unfaithful.”

“And because Kelenbah wanted me, she believed he was the shadow figure,” said Tavaar.

“A pretty big assumption,” said Shello.

“Not when you consider how Gwihnna always sees things centered around herself. That being true, it was only natural she would believe it was Kelenbah.”

“Something since proved to be false,” said Sashwa.

“Correct,” said Khaiu. “So let’s consider the adult in the shadow.”

“He could be anybody,” said Shello.

“Anybody but Kelenbah,” added Sashwa.

“Which means?” Khaiu prompted.

There was a pause while Khaiu waited for them to catch up to his thinking. Tavaar thought she knew what he was implying.

“Why can’t he be Wheylin?”

Tavaar - 72nd Edition

2009-05-12T06:15:00.002-05:00

“It seems real," said Tavaar. "It did from the first. That’s why I have been afraid. I don’t want it to be true. Only, I feel helpless. I mean, if it is a premonition, then it is going to happen. Right? How can I stop the future? You’ve told me yourself, Khaiu, I have a destiny.”

“Don’t let that throw you. He’s said the same thing to me. And Klarissa,” said Shello.

“And who knows who else? Is that what you’re saying?” asked Sashwa.

“Maybe. I just don’t see it as something to worry about.”

“That’s because your destiny isn’t to be unfaithful,” snapped Tavaar.

“Neither is yours,” said Khaiu. “You have a destiny, but there is no need to be either excited or concerned. It will fulfill itself in its own time and in its own way.”

“But what about Gwihnna’s premonition?” asked Sashwa.

“Gwihnna’s premonition is interesting,” said Khaiu.

Sashwa laughed. “Interesting? You have a gift for understatement, Khaiu.”
“Why is it interesting?” asked Tavaar.

Khaiu had never professed special seeing or knowing ability, save that he had assured Shello, Klarissa, and herself that they all had a destiny. He said it with such assurance no one thought to question him on it. But there was a lot more to Khaiu than intelligence and warrior skill. His entire manner bespoke such confidence that many far older deferred to his judgment. He studied hard. He knew things few others did. When challenged on his knowledge he always pointed to a verifiable source; usually, the Temple records. Even in the non-restricted area there was a lot of information few bothered to read.

“To begin with, I find it interesting that the only one not cast in shadow is Tavaar. The other is in shadow. Even the children are not seen clearly.”

“What do you think is the significance?” asked Shello.

“I’m not sure. There are several possibilities, but this was not Gwihnna’s first premonition. Did you know that?”

“She mentioned others, though she didn’t say what they were. But she said they always came true,” said Tavaar.

“She spoke the truth; but only part of it. Officially, Gwihnna has had two premonitions. These took place on alternating years. She may have had others which she did not choose to make known. But the two she did came true all right, but not in the way she predicted.”

“How do you know this?” asked Wheylin.

“I have been studying premonitions for years,” said Khaiu. “Each year several claim to have them. It is not always the same ones, and very rarely does anyone have more than one in a given year. At least, none are recorded. Not everyone chooses to go through the process. Certainly not every time.”

Tavaar - 71st Edition

2009-05-09T17:04:00.002-05:00

Khaiu had become their unofficial leader. This was normal. He was not only the ranking officer, and the eldest, but he had always taken the lead whenever they discussed something serious. In matters of play, it had always been Tavaar or Sashwa or, every once in a while, Shello. The newcomer was Wheylin. Although Sashwa’s brother, Wheylin had never been part of her and Tavaar’s escapades. This had been especially true when play was involved. That was part of Tavaar’s reason for sitting so close to him. She wanted to be sure he felt secure and confident in his place within the group.

Tavaar glanced around. She was happy because here was the core of her life. Only Bolar was missing. Ahzbah meant a lot to her, but Ahzbah was only interested in play. These four knew that sometimes things really were important, and right now they were all bound with a single purpose: break down Gwihnna’s premonition and decide once and for all if it was real or imagined. And if real, what could (should) be done about it?

The first thing Khaiu did was to make sure everyone understood the premonition, so he had Tavaar repeat it. Shello was the only one who had not been previously told. Then, beginning with Sashwa and moving left, he asked each to reveal their first response.
Sashwa conceded that something seemed to ring true about it, but she couldn’t conceive of how it could come about. Shello said it didn’t make any sense whatsoever, but shamefacedly admitted that something about it made him uneasy. Khaiu skipped himself. As unofficial head of this meeting, he felt he should go last. He turned to Wheylin. Wheylin began with a sigh.

“My first reaction was that it was a trick. It would certainly be the kind of fool thing Gwihnna and Kelenbah would do. I know Tavaar can be wild, and she likes to have fun. That was her reputation when we were married. But no one ever claimed to have lay with her. She can often appear to be wild because of her antics and her talk – especially when she is with my sister. But I have always believed – before and since our marriage – that she is honorable and pure. I believe you all see her the same. For that reason, no matter how I may feel, I cannot see how the premonition can be true. The most likely partners would be you two. Yet I believe you both to also be honorable and pure. If you're all honorable how can it happen? I can see her doing things in her dreams, but that’s not real. Dreams are not just about what we desire, but they also contain our fears. So while she may lay with you in her dreams, can you honestly imaging her laying with you for real? Well, can you?”

“Hush,” said Sashwa. “They’re imagining it.”

Wheylin groaned iand asked for someone to slap her. There was no need. Tavaar and Shello, who sat on either side of her, had already cried out themselves and acted. They slapped Sashwa several times, but only in a playful manner. They stopped and sat back up. Now it was Tavaar’s turn.

Tavaar - 70th Edition

2009-05-08T08:54:00.002-05:00

All erupted with boisterous laughter. All, that is, except Khaiu. He sat quiet and unmoved while all laughed at his expense. He waited for everyone to settle back down before exacting his revenge.

“I let him tell this tale because I feel sorry for him.”

“Why?” asked Sashwa.

Tavaar looked at Shello. His smile was fading fast.

“It is because of what Tura and I did to him and Klarissa.”

Sashwa leaned forward. “What did you do?”

“We had caught them in the water, but instead of wasting our time watching the inexperienced, we did something far more practical: we took their clothes and brought them back to camp.”

Now everyone was laughing at Shello. Sashwa had to fall back and roll on the ground. It took her awhile to collect herself.

“Oh, I wish I had been there to see you two trying to sneak back to camp to get your clothes,” she said. “I bet you had to use all your skill to get in unnoticed.”

“He did,” said Khaiu, impressed. “They actually might have made it, too – except for one thing: we told everyone they were coming. It was quite amusing, really. There was Klarissa, her arms crossed and trying to hide behind Shello. And there was Shello, with his teeny weenie little oak leaf. They looked so pitiful Tura and I took compassion on them and tossed them their things.”

“But we got even with you on that!” cried Shello.

“Ye – e – s, but I believe Tura and I are still one up.”

“Not for long. Klarissa and I have something special planned.”

“I can hardly wait.”

They talked a while longer. Then everyone began breaking away into the regular evening routines. A few left for some private play time, but mostly it was notepacks and pointcasters. Tavaar led Wheylin, Sashwa, Khaiu, and Shello to a place where they could talk without interruption. They sat in a tight circle. This allowed them to speak in low tones. Sashwa sat to Tavaar’s left. Shello was beside her. Then came Khaiu, Wheylin and Tavaar, who sat so close to Wheylin she was nearly in his lap.

“You needn’t sit on him, Darling. I don’t think he’s planning on going anywhere,” said Sashwa.

Tavaar laughed with the others, but she stayed close to Wheylin.

Tavaar - 69th Edition

2009-05-07T10:04:00.004-05:00

So I've been playing around with the blog's layout. Not sure I'm keen on the new colors, but I like the wider column. If you have an opinion to render on the subject I would be pleased to know it. Same with Tavaar's backstory.

I skipped Tavaar's meeting with her husband. That involved some lovemaking which I'm not keen to put in right now. Then Sashwa arrived in a mood. Tavaar made a joke and suggested she leave the twins alone. Of course that did not go well with Sashwa or Wheylin.

This next bit doesn't really offer much in the way of plot or anything. But then there is no real plot to Tavaar's background. It's just background. It's also a bit longer than 500-words. But Shello has a cute story I wanted to include.

Khaiu’s evaluation proved true. Sampka was doing a thorough job of questioning each warrior. This made the entire company uneasy. It was impossible not to whisper and guess what was going on. After lunch, the tension wore heavy. Tavaar decided to give at least some warriors a respite. She sent Nayvahl and Sashwa’s teams out on patrol, although there was no real need. Sashwa’s was given the added instruction of bringing back supper. Shello left with Nayvahl and Khaiu with Sashwa. Tavaar remained in camp.

The High Command had taken an austere attitude. They remained at Kelenbah’s old hut. They took a couple of short breaks before supper. After supper, there were no interviews, but they remained apart, apparently discussing testimony. They had interviewed a little more than half the company. Tavaar was relieved it had been with the warriors most likely to be critical of her. Those that remained were more friendly. During supper, Tavaar had all the squad leaders sit with Khaiu and Shello. The rest of the company sat near, for the two brothers were relating some of their experiences from down south – beyond family lands. They had actually gone as far south as Dark Lake. This put them in a near mythical region under the shadow of the Troll Mountains. The rumors were the region was haunted by an assortment of frightening creatures. Shello, speaking dramatically, gave his feelings about the place.

“Well, as to what can be found in the lake, all I’m ready to say is, there is a reason it was named Dark Lake.”

“Why?” blurted out Hehnfit, who had crept close.

Khaiu gave him a look. “It’s dark,” he said, drawing a wave of laughter at Hehnfit's expense.

“But it’s real dark!” said Shello.

“But what’s in the lake?” Hehnfit asked.

“Water,” said Khaiu.

More laughter. Hehnfit was both embarrassed and put out.

“Yes, but what about the creatures that live in the water?” he asked. “I’ve heard there are monsters in there. Did you see anything? And don’t tell me fish!”

“Well, Klarissa and I saw creatures in the water, and they certainly were not fish,” said Shello, his voice low and alarming. Several of the younger warriors leaned forward, the hair on their arms raised. “We were on our way back to camp. No one else was with us. Then, we saw them. There were two. I think they may have been a mating pair, for they were engaged in some bizarre behavior. Knowing how wild things can be at such times, we moved very cautiously.”

Tavaar found herself glancing at Khaiu, to see if anything about his manner would lend credibility to Shello’s tale. Shello expounded on how the two creatures splashed and chased each other through water probably no deeper than his waist. The male made a horrible call that hurt their ears and echoed into the forest, but the female seemed to like it. They were fairly hairless creatures, although not completely. Amazingly, unlike other wild creatures Shello had seen, the male was not the one with greater beauty. In fact, he was hardly worth noticing at all. The female, on the other hand, was quite beautiful.

“What kind of creatures were they? What are they called?” asked Quehlit.

Shello’s face was intense, as though loth to speak. When he did, it was practically a whisper. “Well, I can only tell you what I call them.”

“What?” several asked at once.

“Khaiu and Tura.”

Tavaar - 68th Edition

2009-05-06T07:22:00.003-05:00

This installment of Tavaar's Backstory is going to be especially short. The reason is that it ends a scene and probably should have been part of yesterday's post after all. No matter.

We are soon to learn some important information from Khaiu. In Swords of Fire: Traitor, Khaiu is really just a minor character. In Tavaar's Backstory his role is far more important.

Even when writing Swords of Fire I always suspected there was far more to Khaiu than I really knew. I wasn't able to piece it all together, though, until I wrote Tavaar's Backstory. That included some of Khaiu's backstory. It also allowed me to see how Khaiu is truly a "mover and shaker" of events. He is deliberately enigmatic, like his father. He prefers a role behind, but very near, the visible leaders. This is not because of any lack of confidence on Khaius part. Rather, it is because he is wise enough to understand that those at the front are often distracted by events and so do not see all they should. Therefore, they rely on others to do some of the seeing for them. Understanding he has a great capacity to see these other things, Khaiu has chosen to forgo the front in order to be the best support possible.

Anyway, here is the conclusion of Tavaar's scene with Khaiu.

“Why have you been studying premonitions?”

“To see if there is an overall pattern, or message.”

“Is there?”

“It is especially interesting that your lover in Gwihnna's premonition should remain in shadow when the premonition is repeated. Especially when everything else in the premonition was made more clear. She gave no hint to his identity?”

“No. You say ‘his’. Does that mean you think both children are fathered by the same male?”

“The shadow was the same.”

She looked at him intently. He was drifting away in thought.

“Khaiu? Khaiu! Do you think you know something about this?”

He looked at her with sudden keenness. “You are a warrior of destiny, Tavaar.”

“You’ve told me that before. Khaiu, are you saying my ‘destiny’ is somehow connected with this premonition?”

“I am not saying anything. That is your guess.”

“But it strikes me as a fair guess. I think you know something, Khaiu. Tell me. I can handle it. I promise.”

Instead of a reply, he only gave her an irritating smile.

“Let me think things over through the night and the morrow. We should meet again. Only we should invite Wheylin, Sashwa, and Shello. Judging by how General Sampka is proceeding tonight, I doubt he will be done tomorrow. Okay?”

Tavaar hesitated. “Khaiu, I haven’t told Wheylin everything.”

Khaiu’s look was blank. “Then maybe you should. Come. Let us sit with the others. We have done all we can tonight.”

“Well, not all we can.”

“Do not start, Tavaar.”

Tavaar - 67th Edition

2009-05-05T08:36:00.002-05:00

Tavaar gasped. “You want to, too! You want me as much as I want you.”

Khaiu sighed. “Maybe more.”

“Not likely! Now I really feel better. This is wonderful!”

“I am glad you are happy.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this right off?”

“Because then you would want me more than ever.”

“I do.”

“No. I mean when I came to your hut. You would not have come out to me. You would have brought me in to you.”

“You bet I would.”

“Oh, so now it’s funny? A moment ago it was a problem.”

“A moment ago I thought I was alone in this.”

“And you saw yourself a helpless pawn in a premonition? You realize we are not slaves to our desires.”

“Speak for yourself.”

She couldn’t resist teasing. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She wanted to celebrate, but Khaiu had no patience for her lighthearted antics.

“Okay, fine. It seems you have changed your mind. Are you now going to invite me into your hut so we can lay together?”

“You know I’m not.”

“Then stop with this. You feel better – for now – but nothing has been determined or resolved. I cannot vouch for the amount of help I can give. Shello and I will be leaving soon. I would like to clear this up before we go.”

“Shello!” She looked down the hill toward the place where Shello sat with Sashwa and Wheylin. They were laughing and animated. “I bet he feels just like you do,” she said. “Maybe I should invite him to my hut and play with his thoughts. It’s too late to do it to you. What do you think?”

“I think that is risky behavior.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Right now, this moment? No. You are not thinking clearly. You are drunk with happiness. Happy as I am to see it, I feel I must cast as shadow of rain over your celebration and ask you if it might be possible that this is how Kelenbah got started?”

The mention of Kelenbah sobered her up. Illicit play was the real reason the High Command had come. Any action, especially on her part, would only guarantee an unfavorable decision.

“Okay, Khaiu. You’re right. So, what do you think of all this?”

Khaiu shifted back into his contemplative mode seamlessly. “I find it significant that your premonition lover is in shadow. That is not usual with premonitions, especially when they are had by the young.”

“How do you know?”

“I have studied the history of premonitions within the family – at least, recorded ones – and it appears the younger the person having them the more precise they are. I suspect this is because they aren’t aware so much and tend to ignore more general images.”

Tavaar - 66th Edition

2009-05-04T09:09:00.002-05:00

She related the events over the summer and then came to the time when she deemed Kelenbah ripe to be forced out. When she told of Kelenbah's threat Khaiu’s became angry. Now she came to Gwihnna’s repeat of her premonition; this time with the promise of at least two children. Tavaar’s fear grew as she told how Sashwa finally confessed she believed it. Tavaar was convinced Bolar did, too.

“To that’s why I’m afraid. Especially of you and Shello. It has to be one of you. Or maybe both. Gwihnna said there were two children. I love no one more than you. By the King! Wheylin does not deserve this.”

“You mean you love no one more yet,” said Khaiu.

She looked at him, appalled. “Khaiu! No.”

He quickly raised his hand in a placating gesture. “I did not mean it like that. I meant Wheylin. Your love for him right now is perhaps not so strong as it should be, or you would like. However, though you did not state it plainly in your tale, I gather you love him more now than you did last year.”

“That’s true. I do. So, what are you saying? That my love for Wheylin will continue to grow until it surpasses the love I have for you?”

“It will not end even then, Tavaar. It will continue to grow as long as you exist – providing you take care of it.”

“Then, are you telling me that one day my love for you will end? That everything I have and feel for you will just – go away?”

“No. I hope your love for me – and Shello (I guess) – will continue forever. I know my love for you will. But one day, Wheylin’s place in your heart will be bigger than Shello’s and mine combined. That is the way of love, Tavaar.”

She felt her eyes go misty. She couldn’t help it. Khaiu had just admitted he loved her. He had done it on his own without prompting. She wanted to kiss him, but she did not dare. Khaiu, seeing her tears and her smile, quickly surmised her feelings. He gave her one of his rich, boyish smiles.

“Yes, Tavaar. I am still in love with you.”

“Khaiu?”

He held out his arms and she went to him and they kissed. It wasn’t long, nor was it a kiss of passion. But it was special. Her heart felt peaceful. She tasted his lips and let their tongues dance for moment. Then she sat back, her eyes were still locked with his.

“You see? We do not have to lay together,” he said.

“But now I really want to,” she cooed.

“Yes. Well. Perhaps we should return to the problem at hand.”

Tavaar - 65th Edition

2009-05-03T08:43:00.002-05:00

We return to Tavaar. Remember she and Khaiu were sitting together by a tree. He wanted to know why she was afraid to be around him and Shello. She has been confessing her love and desires.

“So, you will tell Tura about tonight? About me offering myself to you?”

“But you haven’t offered yourself. You told me you want me to come in to you, but you have not invited me to do it.”

“There are those who would say the confession is an invitation.”

Damn! The temptation wasn’t gone. Khaiu smiled.

“Except I asked you to be clear. You said no.”

“What if I’m changing my mind?”

“Are you?”

“No.”

“Then let it go, Tavaar. Now, tell me what you will.”

“Where should I begin?”

“Where do you think is most appropriate?”

She considered. Perhaps it went back to her first meeting with Shello, when she was nine. Perhaps the kiss at sixteen. No. Khaiu already knew enough about all of that. It really began when they lost contact with each other. That was the year she and Wheylin married. When Shello was married. When she joined this company. She began there.

She was surprised at how easy the words came. They flowed steady and strong like water sliding off Fire Mountain. She found herself telling him things she had withheld from Wheylin – out of fear. Only Sashwa and Bolar knew this much, and only Sashwa knew it all. She told of how things had been for her after Shello turned her down. She talked about how lonely it was when Sashwa and Ahzbah left for military duty. Then, when Sashwa did not return as expected, she had felt lost and abandoned. So, when she agreed to kiss Wheylin, she was not careful, and they were caught. Her mother insisted they get married, and no amount of arguing would change her course. At this point, Tavaar actually laughed.

“What would she have said and done has she caught me with you? Or Shello? I let you go a lot further than Wheylin.” She hung her head. “I confess to sometimes wishing she had caught us. I hate myself for that. Wheylin deserves better. I love him. I really do. But I still catch myself dreaming of the past.” She sighed and gave Khaiu a weak smile. His general countenance was expressionless, but she had learned to read his eyes. He understood. There was no condemnation. She continued, struggling to explain her relationship with Wheylin, and the days following her joining the company. Then she came to Gwihnna’s premonition.

Khaiu’s manner told her his attentiveness had increased dramatically. Not that he hadn’t been paying attention. But now, that incredible brain of his was analyzing. She spoke more slowly, pausing to give him opportunity to seek clarification. He was very interested in Gwihnna’s premonition and he had her tell it to him several times. He pressed for any clue Gwihnna may have given over who, but Gwihnna had no idea. He was just a smoky shadow. He said nothing as she went over the various means Kelenbah and his companions used to try and break her. Then she came to the moon when she had rushed to Bolar. Khaiu perked up again, eager to hear Bolar’s response. He made her detail her conversation. Blushing, she confessed her offer to Bolar, but Khaiu took it in stride. It was as if he were gathering severed pieces of some definite shape, and trying to assemble them correctly to discover what the shape was. As to the plan they devised, he made no comment.

Tavaar continued. However, she began to stumble when she came to the part where she finally gave herself to Wheylin. She had told Sashwa everything, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to tell Khaiu. He gave her a look, apparently wondering at her discomfort. Then the truth dawned on him.

“I do not need to hear details of everything, Tavaar.”

She chuckled. Embarrassed. “Thank you.”

Trying to Put Images to Imagination

2009-05-02T07:35:00.006-05:00

I got this ClickArt package about ten or fifteen years ago which contains roughly 200,000 images I can use for various things. After a quick perusal I have come to the conclusion that probably 199,000 of those images aren't worth anything. But I wanted to post some images of what Tavaar, Sashwa, Khaiu, Shello, and some of the other characters might look like.

There were NO images which satisfied my desire, but a few which were all right.

This first image, to the right, is a silhouette of how I imagine Tavaar and Khaiu are feeling at the time of their discussion at the tree.

Memories of how they used to play in each other's arms fill their heads, and desire courses through their veins. Perhaps they are feeling a bit warm?

Tavaar is still very much in love with Khaiu, and from the passage it can be infered Khaiu still bears a great love for Tavaar. But each married to someone else, and play time is over.

But they still dream and desire.

This picture to the left is kind of how I see Sashwa. Sashwa is Tavaar's greatest friend. There is no other.

The picture, while clearly more modern in scope, seems to capture some of Sashwa's independence. Were the hair longer, and more full, I would actually have chosen this picture for Tavaar. There is a beauty and elegance about it which bespeaks Tavaar.

What the picture lacks is Sashwa's playfulness. More, it seems to demonstrate Tavaar's leadership.

It's one of those pictures which could be either Tavaar or Sashwa. They are so in love with each other that perhaps it does not matter.

The final picture, below, is again about kissing. The images are more youthful, so it is more like a memory of time past, when Tavaar and Khaiu spent many hours at the edge of firelight exploring the ways of passion and delight. These memories ever haunt Tavaar.

Tavaar - 64th Edition

2009-05-01T06:39:00.001-05:00

“Okay. I’m sorry, too. But you don’t know what I’m feeling, Khaiu.”

“I have a pretty good idea. But before we take this any further, I want to ask you a question; a serious question, though it may sound like mockery. Are you going to ask me to lay with you?”

He was looking at her intently. She looked back. Her feelings were swirling, and her thoughts felt muddled. He was putting it on her. She would decide. Could she? Her reply was nearly a whisper.

“I want to. At least, part of me does.”

“No. That does not answer my question. I know what you’re feeling. I know what you would like to do. I’m not asking that. I’m asking, what are you going to do? They’re not the same, Tavaar. At least, they don’t have to be. Decide with your will, not your feelings. You have never been a slave to your feelings before, so I ask you again: are you going to ask me to lay with you?”

Hesitation. “No.”

“Okay. What about Shello? Are you going to ask him to lay with you?”

“No.”

“Then what are you afraid of? You know neither Shello nor I will assault you, whatever we might desire. For one thing, we wouldn’t dare. So if we can’t start anything, and you won’t start anything, how can anything happen? From whence comes the fear?”

She continued to look into his eyes. He always seemed wise beyond his years to her, and he wasn’t afraid to tell the truth. To him, the truth was like the weather. One didn’t control it, one simply learned to function within it. He had successfully diffused the charged air between them by directly going to the cause. How she loved him. But the moment of temptation was gone. She hoped.

“From Gwihnna’s premonition.”

“Gwihnna? Kelenbah’s wife? What has she got to do with this? Are you saying she claims to have had a premonition about us?”

“About me.”

“And you believe it?”

“I – yes, I do.”

“Why?”

“Because of Bolar and Sashwa. They believe it. But it’s more than that, Khaiu. I can’t explain it, but it seems so real. And seeing you two again it has become very real.”

Khaiu took a breath and let it out slowly. “Well, I hadn’t planned on asking you for details, but since you hint it involves me and/or Shello, I guess I had better hear this. That is, assuming you are willing to tell?”

“I think I am. I trust you. And I want you to know.”

“I understand your hesitancy. You made yourself vulnerable to me that day when you offered me the greatest gift you could: your love for all time. I hurt you by not taking it. But I couldn’t, Tavaar. I’m not the one.” Her face must have shown her puzzlement, for he smiled. “Do not worry. I will not hurt you again. I will give you this warning: I tell Tura everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything I remember.”

Tavaar - 63rd Edition

2009-04-30T08:45:00.001-05:00

She hesitated, but she knew she would tell him. He did, too. It was in his voice.

“I’m afraid of me,” she said, softly.

“That’s not a very clear answer, Tavaar. Tell me.”

He was using her name freely. That was how he had always got her to open up. He knew it gave her strength. Did he also know it put her under his spell?

“I – I still love you, Khaiu. I can’t put you out of my mind. Thoughts of us fill my mind. It’s like when I offered myself to Shello. I just want to lay with you. I – I’m so terrible.”

As was usual in their heartfelt talks, Tavaar had begun by stating the worst. So there it was. He knew what she wanted. All he had to do was say yes and they could make their baby and fulfill Gwihnna’s premonition. She knew it was wrong, but right now that was exactly what she wanted him to do. Khaiu was silent. If he was dismayed, or revolted, he didn’t show it. Neither did he appear aroused. He just continued to toss acorns. Finally, he spoke.

“You’ve offered yourself to Shello? When did you do that? You’ve avoided being with either of us alone until tonight.”

Tavaar rolled her eyes. Khaiu was brilliant, but sometimes he could be so dense.

“Not now, you chicken brain. Before I was married. Before he was married, in fact.”

“Oh! I see. Okay. That makes sense.”

“Do you remember now?”

“Remember? How could I remember? I never knew. This is the first I heard of it.”

Tavaar was startled. “You didn’t know? Shello – never told you?”

“Why would he tell me that?”

“Well, you’re brothers. You’re very close. Sashwa and I tell each other everything, and we’re not even sisters.”

Khaiu smiled. “We’re close. Probably closer than any two I know, save you and Sashwa. We’re not as close as that, though. There have always been things we didn’t tell each other. I didn’t tell him you asked to court me. It does not surprise me he did not tell me of your offer. I expect he has told Klarissa, though.”

“He didn’t have to. She caught us.”

Khaiu’s eyes widened and he started to chuckle.

“It wasn’t funny at the time,” she chided.

“I suppose not. Forgive me.”

She slumped back against the tree and sighed. “So what do we do now?”

“Do? Well, it is obvious, isn’t it? We go to your hut and consummate our desires. We laugh. We play. We do all that comes into our heads. And when we’re done, I bring Shello up and you can have him, as well.”

“Don’t mock me! I don’t think it’s funny.”

“Neither do I.”

“Then stop insulting me. I tell you I’m afraid I want to lay with you, and you make a big joke of it. How do you think that makes me feel?”

“Perhaps the same way I feel about your just assuming I will be unfaithful to Tura at my first chance to be with you.”

Silence.

Tavaar - 62nd Edition

2009-04-29T06:44:00.002-05:00

It was tempting to quit posting about Tavaar again, but I so like this scene between Tavaar and Khaiu. It's only a draft, but it contains a lot.

“Me?”

“You are not behaving like the Tavaar I know.”

Tavaar shrugged. “I suppose I have changed some. Being placed in command was totally unexpected.”

“I’m not talking about that.”

She felt as though a moment of decision were falling upon her. It was as if she were the prey, and the predator was close. The bait was Khaiu. If she were to find some excuse and leave him now, she would be safe. But his eyes held her. She could not leave him. She hated herself for the thoughts in her head and the feelings in her heart. But she could not leave him.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, timidly.

Khaiu looked sad. “That,” he said. Then, to her unvoiced question, “From whence comes this fear?”

“Fear?”

“Fear. Don’t even try to pretend with me, Tavaar. You have never been a good deceiver anyway, but I know you too well to fall for your evasive tricks.”

“Do you really know me that well?” she asked, and somewhere in her heart she was desperately hoping it was true.

He smiled affectionately. “I know you better than anyone else does – except Sashwa, of course.”

She grinned, warmed by his natural boast. “You have never thought little of yourself, have you?”

“I think the truth, and that is what I speak.”

“I know. I’ve always admired that about you. But what about Wheylin? Do you not credit him with any knowledge?”

“Wheylin knows things about you I will never know, but my overall knowledge still exceeds his. Over time that will change. For now I am confident of my observations.”

She paused, contemplating his words. Part of her very much wanted to increase his knowledge, and that was the problem.

“Okay. I’m afraid, and you want to know of what?”

“No. I think I know what you’re afraid of. What I don’t know is why?”

Looking into his face she knew he had guessed it. How could he not? Even Sashwa called her on it. It wasn't exactly a subtle thing. But she wanted him to say it. She needed to hear it with his voice.

“What is it you think I’m afraid of?”

“Shello and me.”

He did know! And something about him saying it as he did seemed to break away the invisible hedge which enclosed her in a vice grip.

“Can we go sit down now?” he asked. “Patrolling the camp in search of misbehaving warriors is all well and good, but isn’t that the job of your second? Come. We do not need to go inside your hut. We need not even go near it. Look. There is an open place. We can go sit there. Will you?”

She smiled and nodded her head. She followed him up a small incline and they sat under a big oak. From here they could see the center of camp. They were also visible to it. About a dozen warriors were huddled in small groups of twos and threes. Tavaar sat to Khaiu’s right, facing the camp with her back against the tree. Khaiu sat at a slight angle from her.

“So, why afraid of us?” he asked, picking up a handful of acorns and absently tossing them away one by one.

“I never said I was.”

Khaiu groaned, half with amusement and half with disgust. “Come on, Tavaar, stop it! You never denied it either. You’ve been afraid of us since the moment we arrived. What is it that’s frightening you?”

Tavaar - 61st Edition

2009-04-27T13:34:00.001-05:00

Tavaar tried to ignore her worries, but she wasn’t having much success. She had thought five or ten short turns would suffice, but Sampka was taking a full turn with each warrior he questioned. He was definitely probing. The roughhousing which happened earlier probably hadn’t helped. She excused herself from the others and walked to her hut. She lay alone in the dark, not bothering to light a lamp. She wished she could sleep, but her thoughts were too active. The flap opened, letting in the sun's final rays. She expected to see Sashwa or Wheylin. It was Khaiu. She sat up with a start, her heart leaping with expectation.

“May I come in?” he asked.

She hesitated. He had asked the question she hoped he would ask. Insane thoughts of passion filled her head. It could happen. Right now.

“I will come out,” she said.

He held the flap open while she crawled out. A quick look around showed two warriors had seen Khaiu arrive. They were trying to look nonchalant, but it was obvious they were watching to see if she would bring him inside.

“Let’s walk,” she said.

“As you wish. Lead the way.”

They walked along the camp’s main pathways, never straying to a place of seclusion. Occasionally, they came upon couples engaged in play. For the most part, Tavaar said nothing. The singles were with singles and the marrieds were with their own spouses. Tavaar did send one married couple, who’s play was increasing in fervor, to their hut. One pair of singles she pulled out of some shrubs, informing them that whatever play they chose to engage in would be done in full view of the path. She felt like a hypocrite. Her feelings toward Khaiu were not exactly pure.

“You will make a fine captain,” said Khaiu, when they had resumed their walk.

“Sometimes I feel like a village walker, passing through the camp on the alert for wrongdoing.”

Khaiu laughed. “It can be that way sometimes.”

“Especially in this company. You’ve heard the rumors, Khaiu. I don’t need to explain.”

“No, you don’t. I think everyone’s heard them.”

She suddenly stopped and they faced each other. This made her uncomfortable because she had a strong desire to take him in her arms. But she wanted to tell him this to his face.

“Khaiu, a lot of the rumors are true. Probably not the worst. I can imagine what those are. But things were bad here, and most of the company was involved to some degree.”

“I surmised as much. The tales which spread through the family were too incredible to not have some truth associated with them. Beyond that, there is the sudden departure of Kelenbah and his officers. My instincts tell me you played some part in arranging that. But probably the most telling clue is you.”

Tavaar - 60th Edition

2009-04-24T05:45:00.002-05:00

I'm waiting for the right place to break. Then I'll leave off from Tavaar for a while.

The authority in her voice made everyone stop. Everyone relaxed and let go of her. The party spirit had left, replaced by reproach. Tavaar sat back up. Part of her regretted it, but it had been necessary. Only Khaiu and Sashwa were able to meet her eyes with their own. She reached out and accepted the patch from Shello's hand.

“Thank you, Shello. I will be honored to wear it. I shall sew it on later.”

Shello nodded.

“No. Let’s go back to the hut. I’ll sew it on for you now,” said Sashwa. Tavaar protested, but Sashwa insisted. “It won’t take long. Everyone’s eager to see it on you.”

It was evident Sashwa would pester until she got her way, so Tavaar relented. It was clear the patch was just an excuse to get her alone. Tavaar suspected Sashwa wanted to complain about her behavior. When the flap dropped, she prepared herself. Only Sashwa was not critical. She was apologetic.

“I’m so sorry, Darling. I don’t know how it happened. I – I guess it just felt like old times again, and I forgot everything else. I broke my word to you. I’m sorry.”

Tavaar gave her a hug and a kiss. “It’s okay. I understand. I was part of it, too.”

“Do you think General Sampka was watching?”

Tavaar sighed. “Yes, I expect he was. But there’s no use fretting about it now. The fire has been drained from that sword.”

“So what do we do?”

Tavaar smiled. “We do the best we can with what we’ve got. Meanwhile, you got to sew this on like you promised.”

“Okay. Take off your tunic. Or should I sew it on while you’re wearing it?”

Tavaar began lifting her tunic up.

“Hands or eyes. One way or another you’re going to grope me, aren’t you?”

Sashwa giggled. “Maybe I should put a patch on your britches.”

Tavaar tossed her tunic into Sashwa’s face.

“Shut up and sew.”

It didn’t take long for Sashwa to sew on the patch, despite making the effort to do a good job. Surprisingly, Sashwa was quite good at many tasks normally regulated to servants, as was Tavaar. They each took pride in not only being able to do these things, but in being good at them. Partly, it was their competitive natures. Neither like being inferior at anything. But there was a practical side, too. Both were hunters, and hunters in the field generally did not have servants to attend them. Tavaar slipped her tunic back on and stared down at the patch, now sewn prominently between her left breast and shoulder. Unconsciously, her hand came up to caress it.

“Now who’s groping you?” asked Sashwa. Tavaar looked up. Sashwa had knowing look in her eyes. “That’s your hand. Not his.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” snapped Tavaar, dropping her hand behind her back.

Sashwa only chuckled. Then she slid forward and gave Tavaar a warm hug and kiss. “It’s okay, Darling. It really is.”

Tavaar - 59th Edition

2009-04-23T06:49:00.001-05:00

General Sampka began his interviews with the company after eating, but he only made it through three. He and his commanders kept each warrior far longer than Tavaar expected. Tavaar allowed no one to go near, and Sampka successfully impressed those he had finished questioning with the need to keep silent about what had been discussed, so no one was really sure how things were going.

Tavaar and Sashwa had left their hut after changing clothes. They sat near the camp center and spoke with Wheylin as he finished cooking. When Seratahn finished her interrogation of Khaiu and Shello, the two brothers joined them. Seratahn sat with the other officers.

“So, how does it feel being a first lieutenant?” asked Shello.

Tavaar teased at him. “Don’t you know, ‘Lieutenant’? What’s it like being promoted to first lieutenant twice?”

Everyone laughed. Shello had a playful look about him.

“So, it’s going to be like that, is it? And here I was, all ready to give you a present.”

“Oh, right. Anything I dare accept in public?”

More Oohs and laughter.

“Maybe. Maybe not. Do you want to see it?”

“What have you got?”

“Probably a lot more than you can handle,” said Sashwa, drawing a huge laugh at Tavaar’s expense.

Tavaar let herself have fun and elbowed Sashwa in the ribs. Shello, after watching them tussle for a short while, reached behind and grabbed his pack. He reached inside and produced a first lieutenant’s patch: two silver-blue bars on a green shield. Everyone went quiet as he presented it to her. Tavaar sat and stared at it in amazement. The insignia of her new rank. She looked at Shello and smiled. Her eyes temporarily drifted to his left breast where another patch of identical rank was sewn.

“I cut it from my spare tunic,” said Shello. “I know yours should be a black shield, for mines, but this will do for now, won’t it? Will you take it?”

Tavaar wasn’t sure what to do. Technically, Shello was right: this was a Defense Line patch. Should she take it? She wanted to, and not just because she had earned the rank. But what would people think? What would Wheylin think? She looked at him and he smiled, nodding his head. But before she could take it, Khaiu spoke.

“I think she wants you to sew it on for her, little brother.”

A loud jumble of Oohs and laughter filled the campsite. At first, Shello blushed. Then he saw Tavaar’s red face.

“I do have needle and threat!” he exclaimed.

“Don’t you dare!” cried Tavaar, pointing at him.

“She’s playing coy again. We’re going to have to hold her down, folks,” cried Sashwa, throwing Tavaar onto her back and holding her.

Khaiu, laughing, held her, too, and others came to help. Even Wheylin! Shello, also laughing, and holding the patch in one hand and a needle and thread in the other, knelt over her.

“Now, hold still, Darling, or I might stick you,” he said.

“Oh, she would love to be stuck by you, Shello,” said Ahzbah. Once again, Shello went beet red.

This was just the sort of play they had all engaged in just a few years back at village bonfires. Tavaar had often been the victim of the others. One on one, the males respected her and granted her her due. But in the group, she was the patsy. It had not taken long for everyone to fall into past behavior. Except it wasn’t the past. And this behavior was only a step away from the kind of behavior that had got the company into trouble. Tavaar had two fears. One was for the company. The other was for herself. This had to end.

“Stop!”

Tavaar - 58th Edition

2009-04-22T09:42:00.001-05:00

Tavaar began to relax. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right.”

“It’s that stupid premonition. But, Sashwa, I believe it. So do you.”

“Yeah, well, so what? It’s only true if you make it true.”

“And I don’t have to, do I?”

“No, silly. You’re not as wanton as you think. Except with me.”

Sashwa was on her in an instant, tickling her sides. Caught off guard, Tavaar was helpless. She thrashed and screamed, but Sashwa was unrelenting. Finally, she gave respite. Tavaar lay back, gasping for breath, her body alert for a repeat assault. Sashwa was over her, looking down with triumphant pleasure.

“I love to hear you laugh. You should do more of it.”

“I haven’t had much to laugh about.”

“I can make you laugh.”

“No, Sashwa, please don’t! We’re probably attracted attention as it is. I don’t want anyone coming to investigate.”

Sashwa’s eyes widened. “Ah! Interested in some ‘private time’ are we?”

She began lowering herself down dramatically. Tavaar was laughing too hard to fully resist. Sashwa pretended to kiss Tavaar’s neck. Tavaar struggled through her laughs, but she only found herself more and more compromised as she did. Then, with one hand just under the hem of Tavaar’s tunic, and the other at the tie to her britches, Sashwa paused. She put her face close above Tavaar.

“So, how about it, girl? What do you want to do?”

Tavaar hesitated. There was a sense of magical expectation in the air. All of time seemed to have stopped, waiting to hear her reply.

“We could read,” she said.

There was a pause, and then they both started laughing. Sashwa brought her hands up to Tavaar’s shoulders and they hugged. Then they kissed.

“You are a tease,” said Sashwa. “I wondered how you would get out of it this time.”

“I don’t know that I have to. You’d die of fright if I said anything else.”

“You think.”

“Yes. You wouldn’t know what to do.”

“It isn’t the knowing that matters, Darling. The fun part is finding out. You know that. But you’d never dare say ‘go ahead’.”

“So what are we going to do?”

Sashwa reached behind Tavaar’s head and began rummaging through her pack.

“I’m not in your way, am I?” asked Tavaar.

“No. You’re fine.”

“Is there anything of mine in particular you’re searching for?”

Sashwa chuckled and sat up, triumphantly holding Tavaar’s set of Notepacks. Tavaar grunted at the shift in weight.

“Feel like gambling?” Sashwa asked.

Tavaar sighed. “I suppose. What are we gambling for?”

Sashwa grinned. “Same stakes as always, Darling.”

“Great. I’m going to lose my tunic after all.”

Sashwa giggled. “I’m looking forward to that.”

“I know you are. Get off me and deal.”

Tavaar - 57th Edition

2009-04-21T06:39:00.002-05:00

“But they still have doubts about us. Actually, I think they have doubts about me.”

“How so?”

“Weren’t you listening? It is because of rumors over the past year – my first year – that disbandment was decided. My guess is that is why the private interviews. I think they’re investigating me more than the company. No doubt they are wondering how I came to be chosen leader, too.”

“But you’ve proven yourself admirably. And Sampka promoted you. Would he do that if he didn’t trust you?”

“He almost had to after Khaiu. To do anything else would tip his hand. And I can be a lieutenant in any company.”

“Then I guess it’s thank goodness for Khaiu.”

Tavaar looked down wistfully. “Yes. Thank goodness.”

“What’s wrong?”

Tavaar looked up, surprised. “What’s wrong? What have we been talking about? Sashwa, we could be separated.”

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about you. I mention Khaiu and your mood falls faster than a stone tossed into the lake. Khaiu, and Shello, are probably your two favorite people in the world – after me, and Wheylin, I suppose. But you’ve been odd about them ever since you learned they were our competition. And since bringing them to base camp you’ve been really different. What have you got against them?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you mad because they gave themselves up instead of being captured?”

“No.”

“You know they only did that to save you.”

“I know.”

“They both love you dearly.”

“I know! Okay? I know! Just – quit talking about them.”

Sashwa’s face looked confused. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just wish they would go away.”

“Why? Darling, both of those boys would do anything you ask.”

“I know that! And that’s the problem!”

“Problem?”

Tavaar groaned and rolled to her back, covering her face with her hands.

“Don’t you see, Sashwa? It’s Gwihnna’s prediction coming true. Until they arrived, I comforted myself with the knowledge I would never lay with any of the males in the company, except Wheylin. But now, they’re here.”

“And your desire for them has not lessoned?”

“No!” Tavaar wailed. “My the King forgive me. May Wheylin forgive me. I remember how it was. I think of how it could have been. Sashwa, I could lay with either or both of them. I wouldn’t be able to help myself. And they would do it, too. You said it yourself. The will do anything I ask.”

Sashwa sighed in exasperation. “I said that because it never occurred to me you would ask them to do anything so stupid.” Tavaar uncovered her face. Sashwa chuckled at her. “You silly chicken brain. Didn’t you tell me you’ve already tried to get Shello to lay with you? And he turned you down? That was before he was married, Darling. Do you really think he’s going to just given in to you now because you’re all eager to fulfill some premonition of Gwihnna’s? I don’t think so, girl. I don’t think so. And you! Don’t you dare lay there and try to convince me you haven’t the willpower to stop yourself from pulling them into your bed. If that were true, it would already have happened. They’ve certainly been here long enough for that.”

Tavaar - 56th Edition

2009-04-20T06:50:00.001-05:00

“Are you going to go in or not?”

Tavaar turned. It was Sashwa. Sashwa took hold of her and led her the remaining steps to their hut. Tavaar went quietly and obediently, not even voicing complaint as Sashwa pushed her bottom to get her in more quickly.

Even as Sashwa let the door flap drop, shutting them off from the world outside, Tavaar fell back and lay in an emotional exhaustion. She wasn’t crying, but part of her felt like it. Part of her also felt like laughing and screaming for joy. Where was Wheylin? Oh, yes. She had assigned him to cooking duty. She turned her head and saw Sashwa looking down at her, her face frozen in a beautiful smile.

“Congratulations, Lieutenant.”

Suddenly, Tavaar felt guilty.

“Oh, no! Sashwa. I’m so sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry. You’ve earned this.”

“But so have you. You’ve been with the company two years.”

“My time will come, Darling. For now, let me rejoice in your glory. I am so happy for you.”

Tavaar hesitated, considering the full and honest smile Sashwa wore. Then she let herself smile and get to her knees. The two friends embraced and kissed.

“It has worked out well,” said Sashwa, playing absently with Tavaar’s hair.

“Thus far. But I have concerns.”

She dropped back down and lay on her side. Sashwa did the same, laying so they faced each other.

“You think they will split up the company then?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I hope not. General Sampka talked like it had already been decided.”
“Maybe it had. Only something happened to put that decision into question.”

“Something? Like Kelenbah and the others officers all resigning at once?”

“That. And us capturing Khaiu and Shello.”

Tavaar made a face. “They gave themselves up.”

“To save your butt!” said Sashwa. Then she laughed and reached over and caressed Tavaar’s behind. “And I’m so glad they did. You have such a nice butt.”

“Oh, stop it!” said Tavaar, coyly pushing Sashwa’s hand away.

Sashwa continued to laugh, but then became serious.

“You would have done it, too. Seratahn was right. I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. You were going to sacrifice yourself for the company. You would have lost command, but Khaiu figured it out and surrendered before you acted.”

“That’s what you think?”

“That’s what everyone thinks, Darling. Why do you think Alobahr and the others gave you the big honor salute?”

“You saw that, did you?”

“I’m glad I did. It was quite moving. But, by taking Khaiu and Shello, we have put the High Command in a bit of a fix. They came intending to disband us. Had you not seen through Khaiu’s plan, they would have reached West Stop so fast everyone would have to agree we’re incompetent. Disbanding us would be easy. They could rid themselves of the rumors very quickly and quietly. But unbeknownst to them, you had already done that.”

“But they still have doubts about us. Actually, I think they have doubts about me.”

Tavaar - 55th Edition

2009-04-19T09:02:00.001-05:00

He gave her a slightly more than affectionate kiss. When he released her, Shello was there to take his place. Shello was replaced by Sashwa, Ahzbah, Vohbiv, and most of the company. Last was Nayvahl. He looked proud and happy. She kissed him and then gave him orders.

“Show Commander Seratahn the captain’s hut. She can meet comfortably with Khaiu and Shello there. After supper, that will be where the High Command will begin interviews. Arrange sleeping quarters for the General, the Commanders, and their retinue. Double up where you must. Move who you must. Set an order for the warriors to be interviewed. I am not overly concerned about the order, save that I want it done by squad, beginning with Alobahr’s and ending with Sashwa’s. Squad leaders will go after soldiers. You will be last. Sashwa ill go right before you. If you have any questions, or trouble, see me. Understand, Lieutenant?”

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

When Nayvahl left to carry out his orders, Tavaar at last began to feel the effects of all that had just transpired. Her emotions were mixed and raging like children at a party. Only not everything she felt was joy. The company might be disbanded. It seemed certain that some of her recommendations were going to be rejected. And not everyone had congratulated her on her promotion. Neither Alobahr, nor any from his squad, had done so. Despite all the reasons for joy, a feeling of depression began to drape over her. She needed to get away. She headed for her hut, walking briskly.

As she neared the safety and seclusion of her hut, she abruptly stopped. There was Alobahr, blocking her way. His squad was arranged in two lines of three on either side, forming a lane which led to him. Tavaar walked up slowly, stopping just beyond the lane’s entrance. She waited. She was not sure what this was about. Since returning to camp, none of them had said much at all. Alobahr walked forward, through the lane. As he passed each pair (one on his left and one on his right) they turned to face her. When he reached her, they all knelt to one knee in a single motion.

Tavaar felt her throat tighten. This was an honor generally reserved for warriors having accomplished some great deed, or having made some great sacrifice. It was not generally given to newly appointed lieutenants. She took a breath and forced herself to speak evening.

“Thank you. Please rise.”

They stood. Alobahr looked into her face.

“’Congratulations’, and a kiss, would have been sufficient,” she said.

“This is not for your promotion, Lieutenant. However, we do with to offer congratulations for that.’

He took her shoulders and kissed her, stepping aside as each of the six remaining warriors too their turn. Then they aligned themselves before her as before.

“Congratulations, Lieutenant,” said Alobahr.

The squad disbursed.

Tavaar stood in stunned silence. This had been unexpected, and it only served to fuel her raging emotions.

Tavaar - 54th Edition

2009-04-18T04:55:00.000-05:00

“You – you are breaking up the company?”

“It was a consideration. Now, with virtually the entire leadership gone, it seems the time may be right.”

“But these are good warriors, General. They have just accomplished something no one believed possible – and that undermanned. Will you punish them for their success?”

“You only won because of the affection Khaiu and Shello bear for you. They would have slipped through if not for you.”

“I was not the one to drive them into the pass, General! That was Yahrleen and Alobahr and Nayvahl.”

“They acted on your plan.”

"But they still had to do it! As you said, yourself, I was not there. You cannot break this company apart, General. Not now! Not after a victory such as this. Not when it would shame them. Whatever your concerns, I assure you, this company has no problems, save being undermanned and without a captain.”

Sampka remained expressionless. He had made no visible reaction to Tavaar whatsoever, which was frustrating. Had he already decided? Was it too late? This was so frustrating.

“We will remain long enough to speak with each warrior in turn. All will have their chance to speak. In the meantime, there is a captain present. Captain Khaiu!” Khaiu rose to his feet and came to stand beside Tavaar. “Captain Khaiu, I am placing you in command of this company for the short term. Arrange for the warriors to meet with us.”

“With all respect, General, I am against this,” said Khaiu. Sampka’s eyes went wide, and there was a hint of anger. Yet he said nothing. Khaiu continued. “The company has already suffered disruption,” said Khaiu. “It has done well enough over the last few weeks with the current leadership. If the company is to be disbanded, what does another day or two matter? If not, what does it matter if the current leadership remains in place to welcome its new captain? Unless it is your intent I be permanently assigned?”

Sampka’s expressionless gaze now considered Khaiu.

“Very well. However, the company will not be led by a sub-commander. Tavaar, daughter of Odelmaar, stand forth.” Tavaar moved a step in front of Khaiu. She was about to be officially relieved of command. She had known it was coming, but now that it had arrived she felt a sense of loss. “Tavaar, daughter of Odelmaar, of the house of Denya, from the line of Mines, I hereby name you first lieutenant. Arrange to have insignia sewn onto your tunic at your next opportunity. Meanwhile, arrange for the warriors to meet with us. We will after we eat. The rest we’ll see tomorrow.”

“Yes – yes, General.”

Sampka then stood, Seratahn and Muflin rising with him. He came forward, took her by her shoulders and smiled for the first time.

“Congratulations, Lieutenant,” he said, and then he kissed her.

Muflin was next. He also smiled. Seratahn followed, her smile as big as her hat. Tavaar had to bend in order to be kissed. When Seratahn let her go, she turned to Khaiu and pointed at him.

“I will speak with you and your brother before eating.”

“Very good, Commander,” said Khaiu. Then he turned to Tavaar, his face aglow with happiness. “Congratulations, Lieutenant.”

Tavaar - 53rd Edition

2009-04-17T08:33:00.002-05:00

“I also note your recommendations on promotions,” said Sampka. “You advise we retain the three you named squad leaders, and promote them all to first lieutenant. How so? The custom is to make new officers second lieutenants, and place them over village forces.”

“Except that this company has suffered the loss of nearly its entire command. Only lieutenant Nayvahl remains. I am thinking it would be good to keep the company together.”

“Speaking of lieutenant Nayvahl, you mention him, too. You state that if a permanent commander is to be taken from this company, it should be lieutenant Nayvahl, and that he should be promoted to captain. Why him and not you? Are you not now in command?”

“Yes, General. However, I should not be. With the departure of our other officers, Nayvahl was the only officer we had. He should have been given command.”

“They why did you not give it to him?” asked Sampka.

Tavaar took a breath. “Command had been given to me. I was not leaving. To change an order simply because I did not agree with it did not seem proper.”

Sampka was without expression. He considered Tavaar a moment before continuing. “You also suggest your own promotion to first lieutenant, as well as Ahzbah and Vohbiv, assuming Nayvahl is made captain.”

“Yes, General.”

Sampka sat without speaking. He was studying Tavaar’s report. “You give special praise to your second in command and three squad leaders, particularly in terms of the mission. How do you know how they behaved if you were not with them?”

“The warriors entered the trap, General. They would only have done that had the squad leaders done their jobs well.”

Sampka nodded. “And you give one official criticism: to Wheylin.”

Tavaar felt her face flush. “It was Wheylin who Khaiu saw.”

“An official criticism for a solitary offense? In a test?”

“I do not see testing to be a thing for the lone warrior alone. It is also a chance for the company to demonstrate its skills. Wheylin has been with the company two years. I deem he should have known better.”

“He is your husband, is he not?”

“Yes. But I do not believe in granting special favor to those who are close to me.”

“Yet you seem to have no trouble with the reverse. No matter. You have other items which can be gone over privately. As to the promotions, we will wait for the moment. In lieu of what has happened, the eyes of the entire High Command are going to examine this company. Even before Captain Kelenbah’s departure there was talk. Rumors have abounded around this company for some time, but in the last year they have become – a thing of concern. Part of the reason for doing this test was to initiate proceedings. It was thought that some may wish to leave military service. Others might be reassigned.”

Tavaar’s heart went cold.

Tavaar - 52nd Edition

2009-04-16T10:18:00.002-05:00

“I have only one question regarding your final plan, Tavaar, and that is, when did you conceive of it? The events, as I understand them, do not indicate a spontaneous act. Was this a spur of the moment decision?”

“No, Commander, it was not. Our wait was long enough that I was able to consider alternatives. I deemed this to be the best chance of success.”

“I believe it would have worked,” said Seratahn. Then she smiled. “But I am glad there was a better way you had not considered. It would have been a shame for you to have been deprived of the experience of commanding after a victory.”

“Victory, Commander? But…”

“They were defeated the moment they came to you,” said Seratahn. “I believe that in my heart. I therefore declare, as Chief Overseer of the test, that Khaiu and Shello failed to defeat this company in the test. As payment for their failure, I decree they must buy at least three mugs of ale for each member of the victorious company from Gahrem.”

A loud cheer went up around Tavaar. She grimly smiled, knowing the cheer was not just for the free ale they were due, but because it was official now: they had defeated the mighty Khaiu and Shello in a war game. That had never been done before. (And might not again, thought Tavaar.)

Khaiu and Shello made a pretense of dismay, but it was hardly believable. They would probably wind up buying a large keg, or maybe two, of ale, but they were hardly poor. When things quieted again, Sampka spoke again. Instantly, all became quiet.

“I have read over your recommendations,” he said, solemnly. “I am curious about a couple of things. If I may be permitted, I should like to address them now, instead of privately later.”

“Do as seems wise to you, General,” said Tavaar.

Generally, written reports were discussed privately, although they did not have to be. But it was understood that the company commander was referencing individual behavior of the warriors. Praise, and especially criticism, of this sort was best done quietly. But it didn’t have to be.

“Thank you. I note you have signed your report, ‘sub-commander’. Sub-commander is a village rank, not a field rank. How do you come to use it?”

“When Captain Kelenbah placed me in command, he did not see fit to promote me. The company was at a loss in how to address me. I originally suggested ‘Lady”, but my second in command pointed out this failed to distinguish me from not only my acting Chief Scout, but any other female warrior. He therefore suggested, ‘sub-commander’.”

“And you feel no sense of degradation being so addressed?” asked Muflin, speaking for the first time.

Tavaar looked at him. Muflin clearly considered it to be insulting.

“Not when it is my company who addresses me,” she said.

Tavaar - 51st Edition

2009-04-15T07:10:00.002-05:00

“If I may, General?” asked Seratahn. Sampka nodded and set about to reading the scroll. “Why do you insist these warriors were not captured?”

“They surrendered. In my mind, that is very different.”

“I see. So you did not take the markers?”

Tavaar blushed. She had forgotten about the markers. They still hung by a leather tie around her neck inside her tunic. She pulled them out, to Seratahn’s amusement, and to chortling from her own warriors, and presented them to Seratahn. Seratahn examined them carefully, then handed them back to an aide.

“How did you know your team was discovered?” Seratahn asked.

“I was able to see one of the two clearly. As it turned out, it was Shello I saw. He signaled to Khaiu and then waited. I could not see Khaiu, but I did see Shello react to a signal and fade back the way he had come. Since he was leaving, I could only assume we had been seen. This was confirmed in my mind when I saw both brothers meet. Khaiu pointed right at us.”

“And you then did what?”

“I walked into the clearing where I could be seen by all and waited.”

“Waited? Waited for what?”

“For them to come to me.”

“And why would they do that when they were tasked with reaching West Stop? To meet with you would mean certain capture.”

“No, it wouldn’t. I signaled for my team to remain where they were. I was alone. According to the rules of testing, I needed at least two others to make a successful capture – without engaging in actual battle, that is.”

“And did you intend to battle them?”

“No. I just – wanted to talk with them. It had been so long since I had seen either.”

“And you assumed they shared this feeling?”

“We were – friends. I hoped.”

“Hoped? It sounds to me as if you were counting on it. You used yourself as bait to draw them back, knowing they would be unable to resist.”

“It was not a ploy, Commander.”

Seratahn smiled. “Do not discredit your instincts, Tavaar. Neither discredit your ability to think quickly and use your knowledge of the enemy to your advantage. Let me tell you how I see this. You nearly had them, but they were slipping away. So you showed yourself, knowing they would come to you. Khaiu and Shello are not only overly proud and confident of their abilities, they are also extremely loyal friends. And they are males. You knew this. You counted on it. Your intent was to draw them to you. Then you had the option of either trying to get your team to surround them, or you could take hold of one, knowing the other would not leave without his brother. And while it is probably true you could not win a battle one against two – at least, not these two – you did not need to win. You only needed to delay. For once you team saw battle begin they would come to your aid. They would arrive in time to capture Khaiu and Shello, but you would be considered slain.”

Tavaar stood without speaking. Seratahn was shrewd. From the corner of her eye, Tavaar saw Khaiu nod approvingly.

“You were willing to give up your command in order to capture them, weren’t you?” Seratahn asked. “Being ‘slain’, you would relinquish your authority to your second in command until the High Command arrived to reinstate you – if you were to be reinstated at all. You took a big risk. The only thing that spared you the loss of your command was, of all things, Khaiu and Shello. They gave up, and that you had not expected. You defeated their plan. They returned the favor by not allowing you to implement yours. The bonds of love and friendship are hard to fathom, are they not?”

Tavaar - 50th Edition

2009-04-14T08:57:00.001-05:00

The company was at attention as Hehnfit led the delegates from High Command into camp. General Sampka was the ranking officer. He was dressed in green, the primary color of Defense. He walked tall and proud, his eyes taking in everything. With him were two Commanders, one from Defense and the other from Mines. Seratahn was from Defense. She was shorter than those around her and she wore a tall hat to compensate. Her long, yellow hair flowed out from under it like waves of gold. Muflin, Tavaar knew, but not well. He was here to judge the company while Seratahn would judge Khaiu and Shello. Sampka would have the final say on praise or criticism. He would also be the one to make decisions about the company’s command. When they arrived, Tavaar greeted each with a kiss. She then introduced her command, beginning with Nayvahl. Each came forward and gave the kiss of welcome. Then she presented Khaiu and Shello.

“You have done well, Tavaar, daughter of Odelmaar,” said Sampka. “I confess to no small amount of surprise that you should capture these two. We will hear your report.”

“Would you not care to refresh yourselves first?” Tavaar asked.

“No. We will drink ale, if you have any, while we listen.”

“Very good, General,” said Tavaar. She turned and gave orders to Nayvahl. Then she escorted the General, Commanders and their retinue to a place prepared.

When the General and his officers were ready, Tavaar presented herself before them, standing directly before Sampka. To Sampka’s right was Seratahn. To her right sat Khaiu and Shello. Muflin sat to Sampka’s left. Next to him sat Nayvahl, Sashwa, Yahrleen and Alobahr. The rest of the warriors completed a circle around and behind her.

She began with Kelenbah’s announcement to the company that he was leaving and putting Tavaar in command. She ignored his reasons for leaving. She then told how, with Nayvahl and Sashwa’s help, she chose squad leaders and devised a plan to intercept Khaiu and Shello. She told about implementing the plan and how it almost worked. When she finished, she handed a sealed scroll to General Sampka, who took it without speaking.

Before breaking the seal, Sampka looked long and hard at Tavaar. She stood without flinching. Finally, he spoke.

“An excellent report,” he said. “You presented the facts without interpretation or embellishment. You have, however, placed us in a somewhat strange position. You deny capturing the testing warriors, yet here they are in your camp. What are we to make of that?”

“We did not capture them, General. They gave themselves up after my team revealed its position prematurely.”

“And this scroll?”

“It is my written report of actions and recommendations for the company based on this mission and my general knowledge.”

Tavaar - 49th Edition

2009-04-13T06:12:00.001-05:00

Ahzbah gave her a keen look. “Why am I not a lieutenant?”

“For the same reason Sashwa and I aren’t: Kelenbah refused to promote us. Mostly, it was me, I guess. But you two are my friends.”

“But why didn’t you promote me? I deserve it. You know I do.”

“Of course you do, but I have no authority to promote. You know that.”

“You promoted Sashwa.”

“Not really.”

“You made her Chief Scout.”

“Not really. I mean, that’s what I call her, but she really isn’t. Her pay certainly isn’t affected. Nor is mine, for that matter.”

“But she has authority.”

“Yes. She does.”

“So why wasn’t I given authority? You filled three positions. I’m your friend, too.”

“Ahzbah, it wasn’t about friendship. I didn’t make my choices based on friendship.”

“That’s obvious. But I’m as good a warrior as those you chose. In fact, I think I’m better.”

“I’m kind of inclined to agree with you.”

“Then why not pick me?”

Tavaar sighed and paused to collect her thoughts.

“Your name did come up. I considered you. I chose Yahrleen because there was no question about her.”

“But there was about me?”

“Shut up and listen! Yes, there was. You see, Nayvahl is a real officer.”

“He is also loyal to Kelenbah.”

“No. I disagree. Nayvahl supported Kelenbah, but his loyalty is to the company – regardless of who commands. Sashwa is the logical choice to act as Chief Scout. She is loyal to me. That left two positions. One I filled with Yahrleen. I don’t think she has made up her mind. Perhaps that was why there was no dissention about her. The final choice was between you and Alobahr.”

“And you choice Alobahr. Tavaar, he doesn’t even like you.”

“Don’t you understand? This isn’t about who likes me. That’s not how these decisions are made.”

“That’s how Kelenbah decided.”

“And look what he did to the company!”

“Are you saying I couldn’t do a good job?”

“No! No. that is not what I’m saying. What I’m trying to say is that a commander, or leader, if you will, must think of everyone: not just those who like her. With the three I had chosen, three of the four groups were covered: those who liked me; those who weren’t sure; and those who didn’t care. But the fourth group, those who do not like me, they had no voice.”

“Do they need one?”

“Yes. At least, I think they do. With Alobahr to go to, they have their voice. They won’t come to you, Ahzbah. Neither will they speak to Sashwa. They might speak to Yahrleen, but I think not. She may not have made up her mind, but neither is she sympathetic to grumbling. They tried Nayvahl and he stepped on them for it. So, I chose Alobahr.” She sighed. “Look Ahzbah, if it is any consolation, I am sure you will be made a lieutenant when the new captain arrives and we are brought to full strength. In the meantime, this is the way it is. I can sure use your help.”

Tavaar - 48th Edition

2009-04-12T06:59:00.002-05:00

They walked back to the fire. Wheylin took his place and Sashwa stood. Tavaar did not kiss, or even acknowledge him. She and Sashwa walked to where Khaiu and Shello sat. Sashwa wanted to sit between them, but Tavaar said no. They would sit against a nearby tree. Before they sat, though, Ahzbah walked up. She looked annoyed.

“So, what’s this, Tavaar? You going to cozy up after all?”

Ahzbah was too busy being insubordinate to notice the look of fire in Tavaar’s eyes. The others saw it, though, and tried to get her attention. But Tavaar was already walking away.

“Ahzbah, come with me!”

They went to the same hollow where Tavaar had spoken with Wheylin, only further down the hill. When the stopped, Tavaar’s wrath exploded.

“What is the matter with you?”

“What’s the matter with me? I’m not the one who’s different. What’s the matter with you?”

“This isn’t about me. It’s about you. You’ve been surely and insubordinate ever since Kelenbah left.”

“With good reason.”

“What reason?”

Ahzbah growled impatiently. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. And don’t try telling me that you’re in command.”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you I’m in command. And I don’t know what you’re talking about, so tell me.”

“Tavaar. You’re treating me as though I am just a regular soldier.”

“You are a regular soldier, Ahzbah.”

“I am also your friend.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you are being harder on me than anyone else. So I make some jokes. Who cares? You’ve done the same.”

Tavaar sighed.

“Ahzbah, if we are to put an end to Kelenbah’s legacy, we must end it completely.”

“But why do you have to be especially mean to me?”

“I’m not being especially mean to you.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, who else have you taken aside to yell at?”

Tavaar hesitated. Technically, it was none of Ahzbah’s business, and Tavaar had no real right to say. However, they were friends.

“I have spoken with both Sashwa and Wheylin.”

Ahzbah looked genuinely surprised. “What for? I don’t remember seeing it.”

“Of course you didn’t. I did it in private.”

“Then why do I have to be dragged off publicly?”

“Because you can’t keep your big mouth shut. If you would have just presented yourself quietly, we could have left with everyone thinking I was giving you a task or something. But no, you can’t do that, can you? You have to come storming in all mad and irritable, flapping that mouth of yours and undermining my authority. We could have just talked this out. Now, I have to take action.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re friends, you idiot! I can’t be seen to be showing favoritism. What you did will be known to all within a turn of the company reassembling: as will my response.”

Ahzbah was quiet. She seemed to be understanding things she had not bothered to consider before. “So what did you talk with Sashwa about? This same thing?”

“Kind of. It never got this far. And because it was quiet, I didn’t have to take any action.”

“What about Wheylin? He loves you so much, I can’t see him doing anything insubordinate.”

“He wasn’t.”

Ahzbah’s face lit up. “You put him down because of what happened at the pass?”

“I had to.”

“How far did you go?”

“I am putting him on report. It’s going to affect his income; mine, too, now that I think of it. So you see, Ahzbah, I am not singling you out. But as commander of the company, I need respect. Real respect. I think I have a right to expect my friends to lead the way in that. Those who are not my friends I expect to at least pretend.

Ahzbah gave a half smile. “I’m still your friend, Tavaar. I’m just mad at you, that’s all. But if you would like, I can move into a different hut.”

“No. I don’t want you to do that. For one thing, there is no need. I’m only going to command until a new captain arrives. That won’t be long, I’m sure. But even more important, the hut is a place where we can drop the formal behavior. We can be just friends, and you can pick on me like you used to.”

Ahzbah smiled, sheepishly. “Okay.”

“Good. Now, perhaps you would care to tell me what’s been bothering you?”

Tavaar - 47th Edition

2009-04-11T08:53:00.001-05:00

She went to check on the doe. Wheylin was turning it. She offered to take over but he declined, instead offering that she should use the time to visit with old friends. She declined, but he insisted.

“I understand how it is,” he said. “Do not worry about me.”

She kissed him long and ardently. “I love you, Wheylin.”

“That is nice to hear.”

“Unfortunately, I just thought of something. Sashwa, take over the spit.”

“Yes, Sub-Commander.”

She gave Sashwa a look. Sashwa just grinned.

“Come with me, Wheylin.”

She led him about a furlong away. She found a place where the ground sloped and the trees were thick enough to provide privacy. When she stopped, Wheylin looked about.

“I suspect this is about one of two likely scenarios,” he said. “And from the look on your face, it isn’t the one I’m hoping for. This is about what happened at the pass, isn’t it?”

She felt terrible; almost ill. But it had to be done. “I’m sorry, Wheylin, but…”

“Never apologize for being in command. With command goes privilege, and responsibility. I’m not a good warrior, but I still understand that. All real warriors do – Sub-Commander.”

“Thank you,” she said. “You were seen.”

“I know.”

“What happened?”

“I was doing well, I thought. I could have sworn I saw just the fleeting glimpse of a shadow, but I wasn’t sure. I stared and stared, but there was nothing more. Then, just as I convinced myself it was nothing, he steps out of the trees plain as day. It caught me by surprise, and I started to stand. Too late, I realized that had been his intent. I’m sorry.”

“Fortunately, this was only a test, so the consequences were minimal at worst. Also, since they gave themselves up, things did not work out so bad. However, I am duty bound to point out that, had this been a mission against a real enemy, your lack of discipline could have cost a life. I have to report this failure. It will affect your pay, I fear. Also, I have to put you on safe duty for a while as punishment. You will cook all meals for the next ten days, or until the new captain is assigned. I am sorry, Wheylin.”

“No need to be sorry, Sub-Commander. I know I am guilty.”

“Tavaar. Or Sweetheart. We’re alone now.”

“No, Sub-Commander. When we drop the flap on our hut door you are my love and my lover. This is military. I can tell the difference.”

“I kissed you at the cooking station.”

He grinned. “Well, you can make some exceptions, but this is serious. I think we should keep it that way.”

She smiled at him. She so appreciated him, and right now all she wanted to do was take him in her arms and lay on the forest floor.

“I will make it up to you at base camp,” she said.

“But I thought you wanted to wait, so everybody…”

“I will make it up to you at base camp.”

Wheylin grinned. “As you wish, Sub-Commander.”

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Tavaar - 46th Edition

2009-04-10T08:02:00.002-05:00

We skip some minor things and now are back at base camp.

When they made camp Tavaar set Ahzbah and Hehnfit as watch. She expected Nayvahl to arrive soon. He had been mandated with driving Khaiu and Shello into the trap. Khaiu and Shello would, of course, have kept a safe distance, but Nayvahl was probably only a couple of turns away. To Khaiu and Shello’s surprise she and Wheylin began the task of making an evening meal. Sashwa was sent out to hunt. She returned just over a turn later with a small doe. They finished preparing it and then stuck it on a spit. Less than a turn later Nayvahl entered camp. When he saw Khaiu and Shello sitting by a large oak, his face broke into a smile. The look he gave Tavaar told her she had won an ally.

“Your plan succeeded, Sub-Commander. Forgive me for doubting.”

“You are forgiven, Lieutenant, if for no other reason than the plan did not entirely work. They figured it out before we could catch them.”

Nayvahl looked confused. His gaze returned to the prisoners.

“They gave themselves up for friendship’s sake,” she said.

Nayvahl stood in thought. Then he gave her a keen look. “Then you still won. It matters not what enticement you used. The mission was to prevent the passing to West Stop. That has been done.”

Tavaar gave an embarrassed laugh. “Only because they bear a great love for me. That is not really defeating them.”

“Yes, it is, Sub-Commander. Great warriors do what they must to win. You knew from the beginning they love you. In fact, were you not counting on it?”

Tavaar smiled at him, appreciatively. “You are wise and loyal, Nayvahl. I am not so sure others will consider my methods pure.”

Nayvahl hesitated. “The perception of impropriety does not always mean it exists, Sub-Commander. That a warrior should be willing to suffer personally for what they believe to be a greater good is remarkable. That another warrior should come to see it the same way is humbling. You have my loyalty, Sub-Commander, because you deserve it, and more. Forgive me again for my slowness to understand.”

She didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t sure she could speak. The look in Nayvahl’s eyes confirmed her suspicion that he had changed the subject. To keep poise, she changed it again.

“I only have two on watch right now, Lieutenant. With your squad, we now number twelve. We should double the watch now. Wheylin and I are cooking. Sashwa hunted. Ahzbah is to the west and Hehnfit is east. I want you to remain in camp. Pick four from the rest and set your watch. Have Ahzbah report to me.”

“Very good, Sub-Commander.”

He walked past her to the center of camp. But before he could speak, she called to him.

“Thank you, Lieutenant. Thank you, Nayvahl.”

He smiled. “You are welcome, Sub-Commander.”

“Tavaar.”

He looked uncomfortable.

“Just this once,” she prodded.

“Very well. You are most welcome – Tavaar.”

Tavaar - 45th Edition

2009-04-09T10:03:00.002-05:00

She was blushing under his praise. To hear him speak well of her meant more than any other praise she could get. Khaiu did not dole out praise because he loved. In fact, Khaiu hardly doled out praise at all. He had no fears about criticizing those he loved. He expected them to understand his love for them had nothing to do with their deeds, good or bad. Therefore, his praise meant all the more.

She took the symbols of victory from the brothers. She managed to fight and win over the urge to cry. She knew better than most what this meant to them. It was not easy to defeat either Khaiu or Shello. For them to admit defeat was an act against their own pride. There were not many they would do this for.

“So, who did you see?” she asked, keeping her focus on the leather patches.

“It was difficult to tell,” said Khaiu.

Shello made an amused noise and turned away. Even Tavaar smiled as she looked up.

“Khaiu, are you trying to convince me you do not know who it was you saw? I must say – with relief – that you still make a poor liar. I insist you tell me. I am still in command of this company and I must know where I am weak.”

Khaiu looked apologetic. “It was Wheylin. He only moved a little, and then he caught himself. Had I not been looking for precisely that to occur, I should not have noticed.”

Tavaar grunted and looked back at the patches to hide her thoughts. She had suspected it was him. Wheylin just wasn’t a warrior.

“He did well enough, I am sure,” said Khaiu.

“He does his best. What more can he do? He is meant for the mines, not the forests. He is out of his element.”

“You will need to keep these safe,” said Shello.

Tavaar was glad for the subject change. “Have you a leather tie in your pack?” she asked.

While Shello rummaged through his pack to produce a long leather thong, Tavaar took her knife and drilled holes into the two patches. She strung the thong through the holes, tied it, then placed it around her neck and let the patches drop inside her tunic. Shello grinned.

“I guess they will safe enough there.”

Tavaar gave him a sardonic look. “Right. Like you’ve never had your hands there before. Just remember, Klarissa may not take it kindly if you try to get it back.” Khaiu laughed, but Tavaar turned to him. “What are you laughing at? Your hands have been there, too.”

Now it was Shello’s turn to laugh at Khaiu.

“I love it!” he cried. “My Darling is still one of the few who can make you blush, brother.”

“Shut up.”

Tavaar - 44th Edition

2009-04-08T02:57:00.002-05:00

(I've skipped a bit.)

“Not that you would give in,” said Shello. “We feared you might kill someone, or something nearly as rash.”

“Such as leave the military?”

“The family needs you here,” said Khaiu. “You have tremendous warrior skills. Besides, we love you.”

“And that is why we have come,” said Shello.

“To do what?”

“Gahrem convinced us that things in this company have been allowed to go too far,” said Khaiu. “It was clear to me that you are not the only one under pressure – though you suffer the worst. We have come to make an end to it.”

“We would have come sooner, but first we had to serve our punishments. Then we had to come up with a plan to get into this company.”

“Do Klarissa and – Tora – know what you’re about?”

“Tura. Yes. They contributed to the plan.”

“What are you planning?”

“To stop this,” said Khaiu.

“Yes, but by what means?”

“By any means it takes,” said Shello.

“Thank you. I don’t know if you can know how much this means to me. However, you are too late. Everything has been resolved since last moon. Kelenbah and the others are gone.”

“Gone? Who commands then?” asked Shello.

“I do.”

Khaiu’s eyes went wide with sudden comprehension.

“Of course! That explains it. You designed the defense, but you did not have the strength to man all positions. How were you able to remove him?”

“By making him believe he was about to get that which he wanted most.”

Khaiu laughed. “The perfect bait. Well, then, I believe I have no misgivings about handing you this.”

He produced a small leather patch from his pack. Shello did the same. Each patch was about the same size of her palm and stamped with matching symbols of a shield within a shield. These were their badges, given to them at the start of their test. By presenting them to the High Command at West Stop they would prove their success. If caught, they would need present them to the company commander.

“You give them to me, yet I have not earned them.”

“We are here. Are we not your prisoners?” asked Khaiu.

“Are you?”

“We are ever your prisoners. You know that,” said Shello.

Tavaar couldn’t stop her smile. “But I did not catch you. You came of your own accord.”

“Could you find better prisoners than that?” asked Khaiu. “Your plan defeated my plan. You guessed what we were doing and set us up to be captured. It is not your fault you were undermanned. Yet even with that, you nearly caught us. Had I not seen movement to confirm my doubts, we should have walked into your trap. Yet even then you still catch us, but using the one bait we cannot resist. No, Tavaar. In my mind, you have earned the victory. Take them.”

Tavaar - 43rd Edition

2009-04-07T10:26:00.002-05:00

“You were worried about me?” Tavaar asked, unable to hide her feelings.

“Why do you think we chose here and now to test?” asked Khaiu.

Tavaar felt confused. “You were worried about me? I thought you meant…”

“I did,” said Shello. “You have studied long enough with us to know our minds. Guessing our plan would be easy for you. But we have been worried about you.”

“Why?”

“We – hear things – from various warriors.”

Tavaar felt her face flush, though with embarrassment or annoyance she wasn’t sure. But they seemed to be in danger of discussing things she would prefer to avoid. So, choosing not to be angry, she tried to change the subject.

“I also hear things – about you two,” she said, teasingly. The brothers looked at her with an ‘oh?’ expression. She couldn’t help but laugh. “It is my understanding that you two were in some kind of brawl in Gahrem not long ago. Supposedly, you were brought before the Council and punished.”

“You have heard correctly,” said Khaiu.

“You two aren’t normally so brutish. What were you fighting about?”

“Something important,” said Shello.
“I bet. Tell me.”

“We didn’t even tell the Council,” said Khaiu.

Tavaar was impressed. “You defied the Council? No wonder you were punished. What were you given?”

“We were demoted,” said Khaiu.

Tavaar’s expectant smile faded. “I’m sorry. I – know what that means to you.”

“It was worth it,” said Shello.

“Why? What were you fighting about?”

“If we refused to tell the Council, what makes you think we will tell you?” asked Khaiu.

Tavaar looked into Khaiu’s eyes. “Because it is me asking now, not the Council. Will you say no to me again?”

Khaiu smiled. “No. I guess not. It took all my strength to do it the first time. You have no idea how hard it was for me to not chase you down and beg you to let me reconsider.”

Tavaar looked at Khaiu with astonishment. In all the years she had suffered since he had turned down her offer of courtship, it had not occurred to her that he suffered, too. Khaiu’s smile was sad, but his eyes were soft and gentle. She wanted to say something, but nothing occurred to her.

“So, why did you fight?” she asked again.

“Someone said something we didn’t like,” said Shello.

“Who?”

“Melvehnit.”

“Yes, I know of him. He often has a foul mouth.”

“Well, he was being especially foul,” said Shello.

“What did he say?”

“He was telling lies.”

“I can believe that. Why are you avoiding my question?”

There was a moment’s pause. Then Khaiu spoke.

“He was telling lies about you.”

“Oh. I think I can guess what he was saying. I won’t lay with my husband, but am laying with everyone else? I’m with child by Kelenbah. Is that what he was saying?”

“Yes.”

She fell back to a sitting position on the rock behind her. She had hoped herself above caring what was said, but it wasn’t true. It hurt to know those who meant most to her were hearing the stories of wickedness.

“That’s why you fought?” she asked.

“I will not sit by and listen to lies about you, Darling,” said Shello. “I don’t care what it costs me.”

“Really?” said Tavaar. She didn’t entirely believe him, but she felt upheld by his loyalty. “And what about Klarissa? I doubt she was overly pleased to learn you were fighting for me. What did she have to say about it?”

“Not a lot.”

“Not a lot? How so?”

“It hurt her to talk for about a week. You see, she was kicked in the mouth accidentally during the fight.”

“Trying to pull you out?”

“No. She was beating on Melvehnit’s wife. And when the two of them crashed to the floor they both got kicked. That didn’t stop her, though. She taught them better use of language.”

“Klarissa – fought for me?”

Shello smiled. “You have more friends than you know, Darling. Klarissa won’t let them lie about you either.”

Tavaar - 42nd Edition

2009-04-06T07:26:00.003-05:00

Getting decent at keeping this short, although the story doesn't move along too well at 500-word episodes. If you would like I can up to 1,000-words or less. Let me know. (Assuming anyone is actually reading this.)

The two warriors had watched her with intent. When she sat they turned to each other and spoke. Then they walked toward her. Tavaar didn't move.

They were about the same size and wearing identical clothing. The one of the left was slightly taller. The one on the right was more stocky. Both walked with a cool arrogance which could only have been born from great skill. When they reached her, they threw back their hoods to reveal pleasant smiles.

“Welcome,” she said. “Like all hunters, I hoped you would stay. I feared you were leaving.”

“You just needed to put out the right bait,” said the one on the right.

She smiled. “Thank you.”

“What? You do not welcome us with a kiss?” asked the taller. “And here we have given ourselves into your hand.”

He held his arms open. For a moment she was tempted. How she did long to be in those arms again. But she was afraid. He sensed her fear. He would. So, he coaxed.

“Come on, Tavaar. Please.”

She felt herself sliding off the rock, though her will had not commanded it. As she stood to her feet she rushed forward into his arms. They closed protectively around her as she squeezed him to herself.

He did not try to kiss her. He let her rest her head against his. She was appreciative of his honor. He had always been honorable. Well, mostly. Unable to resist, she moved so their lips could come together. She had meant it to be a kiss of greeting, but as she had feared, it was more than that. She could tell he had not meant to respond, but he did, just for a moment, and in that moment she took in new life as dry ground laps at new falling rain.

Strong, firm hands pried them apart. With a last kiss she turned to the other. Now there was no pretense. There was nothing to hide. It had been too long since they had kissed at all, much less like this. It might never happen again. She feared that it would.

They did not need outside help to break away. Khaiu had much greater control of himself than his younger brother. When they did break, she took each by their hand and kissed their fingers.

“I have missed you both so much,” she said.

“As we have you,” said Khaiu. “You made the years lengthen between us.”

She bowed her head. “I – I’m sorry. I – I’ve been a bit confused about things. But they’re coming together now, I think. In any case, I am so happy to see you – even if you did defeat my plan.”

Khaiu’s eyes widened. “Ah! It is as I suspected then. You were the architect of this strategy. I would never have believed Kelenbah would listen to you this far. To tell the truth, I was surprised you were able to convince him of our plan.”

“So you knew it was me?”

“Who else?” laughed Shello. “Kelenbah? No way. No. The only concern we had was you. Khaiu said you would know our plan as soon as you heard our starting point, but we weren’t convinced he would even show it to you.”

Tavaar - 41st Edition

2009-04-05T08:43:00.002-05:00

We shift now to the wild where Tavaar's plan at capturing the two warriors is put to the test.

It was past mid-day on the second day when Tavaar’s heart suddenly jumped. Had that been movement off in the distance? She sat still as stone, studying the place were a shadow had been. After an eternity, it moved again. That was neither tree nor animal. They were here.

Her heart was racing now. Was it both, or just one? Could one have been caught? Not likely. She watched as the shadow worked its way through the trees. He was being cautious; far more so than she had expected. Did he sense a trap? Had she done something wrong? The shadow was in no hurry. Whichever one he was, he was making excellent use of ground cover. He appeared very suspicious of the open area below, but he came to a place where the cover was thin. He wore a dark, green hood, a matching cloak wrapped around his shoulders. His tunic and britches were almost black as his boots and gauntlets.

This area was strewn with many rocks, most half buried, but some sitting proudly on the surface. He knelt by one, resting his hand upon it. He was to her left and gazing across the open place to the east. He was scanning.

With a rush of fear Tavaar realized he was looking for someone, but not his comrade. He was looking for them. He either knew, or suspected, they were here. His stepping out to lurk by the boulder had not been done from necessity. It was a bold move, taken to trick any would-be attackers into showing themselves too soon. Tavaar closed her eyes and prayed the others had enough discipline to remain still. She opened her eyes in time to see him make a hand sign to someone on the east side. They were both here!

They were taking turns scanning opposite sides. Again, she held her breath. They were still too far away. She watched with dismay as the one she could see quietly faded back the way he had come. Had he seen something, or was he merely hiding while the other looked?

She waited for him to reappear. Nothing. Then she saw him again, back where she had first seen him. Another shadow appeared from the east. The two stood in quiet speech. The one from the east pointed toward the ambush and the first nodded his head. They knew. The plan had failed. They would not catch them now. There was only one card left to play.

Tavaar stood up and began to slowly walk down the hill and into the clearing. She motioned for the others to remain where they were. She chose a large rock near the middle and sat upon it. She made no motion to the two warriors. She only sat and waited.

Tavaar - 40th Edition

2009-04-04T10:43:00.004-05:00

Today's post will be double-long. About 1,000-words. I just couldn't find a good place to break it, and I'm kind of in a hurry. Sorry.

Having made her decision on squad leaders, Tavaar now turned to the mission which lay before them. She spread out a map of the lands west of Fire Lake. The map was not topographical, but it did indicate the two regions of extremely poor terrain which ran like parallel spurs from the Western Mountains. Between them was a fairly wide region of heavily forested flat land. Tavaar pointed to her notes.

“This is typically the starting place for testing warriors,” she said, indicating a place along the Dark Cat River. “They arrive from the south and then make their way east, using one of three logical paths: the quickest way, between the two difficult ridges; the long way, around the south; or the hard way, through the difficult ridge. The standard defense has been to run base camp here, at the mouth of the central plain, with two patrols walking the plan, two guarding against a southern attack, and one guarding the hard ridge. Most of the time, this works. Only the best warriors have been able to defeat it.”

“But we will not be using this defense?” asked Nayvahl.

“No. And this is why. Look at the starting point chosen by our attacking warriors.”

“It is much farther to the north,” Nayvahl said with wonder.

“Cat Lands,” said Sashwa.

“Why should they do that?” asked Nayvahl. “The giant cats are dangerous. It is said one must be level six or greater to face them.”

“And these are not level six warriors, are they?” said Sashwa.

“No. They have begun foolishly. They have limited themselves. By starting so far away they cannot take the southern route, or risk delay in either of the ridges. That leaves them only with the central plain. By rotating our defense just slightly, we cut them off completely.”

“So thought Kelenbah,” said Tavaar. “That is why he delayed in starting out. He did not believe it was possible for them to pass through heavily patrolled land undetected.”

“That would take superior woodcraft,” said Sashwa.

“Their arrogance is astounding,” said Nayvahl.

Tavaar smiled. “That it is. However, I do not believe that is their plan. Therefore, Kelenbah’s strategy will not work. If we follow that plan, we will not even get a rumor of them.”

“What do you think they will do?” asked Nayvahl, agonizing to see what Tavaar did.

Tavaar produced a small piece of chalk. “There is only one reason I can see why they would start at the mountains. They intend to go north. Look.”

She drew a line from the warriors starting point toward Deep Forest to the northeast. Then she changed direction and went straight east toward Urabbi Village. Then she dropped straight south to Fire Lake, ending by following the shoreline to West Stop. The route bypassed all defenses. When she finished, she looked at her advisors. Nayvahl was shaking his head in disbelief. Sashwa was grinning, appreciatively.

“They would not dare,” said Nayvahl. “The first quarter of their route is completely within the Cat Lands. The cats are not like other forest creatures, it is said. They do not suffer travelers, and they seem to be aware of all that goes on in the shadows of the hills. They would have to be mad to risk it.”

“They may be,” said Tavaar. “But they are definitely arrogant, as you have said.”

“They would also consider such a plan good fun,” said Sashwa.

“Fun!” cried Nayvahl.

“Yes. They do like to play,” said Tavaar. “But I am convinced that is what they plan to do. That is why we must leave tomorrow.”

“What if you are wrong?” asked Nayvahl.

“Then I will have handed them West Village and brought shame upon us all,” said Tavaar. “But I am not wrong. I know it.”

“So, do we shift the defenses even further?” Nayvahl asked.

“No. If they get to the inner villages we have lost. They will run to Sunset Village, take a boat and come to West Stop by water. No, we must prevent them from getting that far. We must catch them in the wild.”

“So, what do you plan?” asked Sashwa.

“We will split our force.”

“Split? Sub-Commander, we are already reduced in number,” said Nayvahl.

“I know. But it cannot be helped. You will lead your squad north with Alobahr and Yahrleen. You will march here. Put Alobahr ahead and to your right. Yahrleen should be ahead and to the right of Alobahr. Do not waste time trying to be overly quiet.”

“They will surely hear us, Sub-Commander.”

“They would anyway. They will not be caught by a moving patrol. Yahrleen should encounter them first, but I doubt she will know it. If she does, she is to pursue for one turn only. Then she is to reverse course and make a loop, filling in behind you and to your left. She must do this quickly. The same will go for Alobahr and yourself. When you make your loop, you should find yourself along the ridge.”

“And if we do not encounter them?”

“After three days shift to the next patrol area. After three days there, return to base camp and establish a patrol to the north.”

“And where will you and the Chief Scout be?”

“If all works as it should, they will believe Kelenbah knows their plan. Once convinced of that, they will likely attempt to cross over the ridge. The easiest point to do that is here. Have Yahrleen and Alobahr return to base camp. You will cross the ridge, hopefully on the heels of our quarry. The Chief Scout and I will set up an ambush here. You should drive them right to us.”

Nayvahl studied the map. “So you are hoping to convince them we are at full strength and that all squads have moved north?”

“It is what Kelenbah would do.”

“You are certain?”

“Yes. The reason being the only way Kelenbah would even believe they are north is because of me. However, that is as far as Kelenbah would go. There is little likelihood he would accept my solution. He would therefore over commit himself. Our quarry will soon come to this conclusion. Once they do, they will seek to come to West Stop through the flat area.”

They sat and discussed the specifics of Tavaar’s plan for two turns. Finally, satisfied they all understood, Tavaar ended the meeting. She and Sashwa remained in the hut until Wheylin arrived. Then, after a short discussion about why, they all moved to the campfire and bed down under the stars.

Tavaar - 39th Edition

2009-04-03T14:25:00.002-05:00

That left two positions to fill. At first, Nayvahl seemed hesitant about making recommendations. However, Tavaar pressed him, stating she wanted to know who he believed was best – even if they hated her. It turned out, one did: Alobahr. The other was Yahrleen. Sashwa agreed on Yahrleen, but had reservations about Alobahr. She suggested Ahzbah. Tavaar accepted Yahrleen without question. To do otherwise would only throw the entire process into confusion. Both her advisors agreed. That left one position and two candidates: one who supported Tavaar, and one who did not. At least she knew Ahzbah well, thought Tavaar. Her only unknown was Alobahr. She did not know Alobahr well, despite his coming from Gahrem. He was the same age as Sashwa and Ahzbah, but he was from Defense, not Mines. She had played with him briefly about six years ago, but ended it quickly because she hadn’t found him to be all that fun. She always suspected that was why Alobahr had been against her. Since joining the company, she had only patrolled with him twice. He had been a favorite of Gwihnna’s, but Tavaar had the sense from those two patrols that he hadn’t been all that responsive to her. Perhaps that was why Gwihnna preferred him. For her, it was more about pleasing Kelenbah than herself. Alobahr may have been more of a figurehead playmate than the real thing. In any case, his woodsman skills were better than average. Tavaar thought he was better than Gwihnna. He wasn’t as good as Ahzbah, but he was close. What he did have over Ahzbah was his lack of play sense. Ahzbah had got into the routine set up by Gwihnna almost as much as Kelenbah. In fact, Tavaar had good reason to believe Ahzbah had often taken her play quite far.

She considered the earlier meeting, when she had addressed the entire company. Yahrleen had been very vocal, as had a few others. Alobahr had been entirely silent. Even when the entire company had broke into quiet talk, Alobahr had not joined in. He had sat alone and silent, studying her, as if willing her to fail. He had been one of just a few who hadn’t even bothered to feign appreciation for her command. Well that, at least, she could respect. It was honest, albeit rude.

She sat and listened politely as both Sashwa and Nayvahl spoke in defense of their choice, but Tavaar’s mind was calculating on its own. She had Sashwa, who she knew would follow her into certain death. She had Nayvahl, who didn’t seem to necessarily believe, or like, her, but who’s dedication to military protocol would keep him loyal. She had Yahrleen, who appeared to accept her without question. These three probably represented most of the company. However, there was an element which had no representation: the Kelenbah loyalists. That they did not like her was no reason to punish them. Punishment should be based on behavior, not feelings. After all, she really didn’t know how Nayvahl felt about her, but still she had made him second in command. At least Alobahr was serious. And, if she put all of the loyalists together, they would have her ear through Alobahr. And she just might have theirs.”

“I will take Alobahr,” she said. “Nayvahl, you are first squad. Pick your team. Sashwa, you are second. I want you to take Wheylin. Are you okay with that?”

“I’ll look after him, Sub-Commander.”

Tavaar couldn’t help but react to the title. Their eyes met long enough to share understanding. This was military.

“Alobahr will be third…”

“Third!” Sashwa blurted out.

Tavaar just looked at her. But even Nayvahl was uneasy.

“Sub-Commander, the Chief Scout is correct. There is good reason to believe Alobahr does not wholly support you. Perhaps he should be last.”

Tavaar now directed her attention to Nayvahl.

“I assumed you had considered that when you recommended him. Are you now saying you doubt his loyalties?”

“No, Sub-Commander. I just thought you might be more comfortable…”

“This is not about comfort, Lieutenant. He strikes me as a competent warrior. I suspect he is better than Yahrleen.”

“I believe so, too,” said Nayvahl.

“Then he will be third. And Lieutenant, assign Sohlvin and the others who share his mind to Alobahr. We will keep our discontents together lest they infect the entire company. Can Alobahr handle them, do you think?”

“I think he can, Sub-Commander.”

“Good. After we go over the plan, find Alobahr and Yahrleen and inform them they are now squad leaders. Tell them who is in their charge, and let them know they are to meet with you, the Chief Scout and myself every morning after breakfast when possible.”

“Very good, Sub-Commander.”

Tavaar - 38th Edition

2009-04-02T11:38:00.000-05:00

Sashwa shuddered.

“And you call me disgusting. I wish you would stop with that joke. Especially when I’m trying to eat.”

“Yes. But I know you are intrigued by his repeat ability. I think you really do want to lay with him.”

Sashwa made a face. “The only one around here I want to lay with is you.”

It was Tavaar’s turn to react. “Will you stop saying that?”

“Will you stop with the Wheylin jokes?”

“Okay. At least until we’re done eating.”

“Do you think you can make it that long?”

Tavaar smiled, coyly. “Oh, I can make it all right.”

Sashwa choked on her food. “You little hypocrite. You criticize me for making jokes about it, but then you come right back with something like that.”

“Got you excited, have I?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. Now let it be so we can finish supper.”

“Coward. I should have guessed you were pretending.”

“I’m not pretending anything. Nayvahl’s coming after supper, remember?”

“Oh, yes. I guess we should finish before he gets here.”

Sashwa slid over to Tavaar’s side and kissed her cheek. “But if you keep the meeting short, we might have time.”

“Stop that!”

“Now who’s the coward?” laughed Sashwa.

Nayvahl arrived just as they finished eating. They set their plates aside and Tavaar listened to his report on how he had organized the company within her instructions. When he finished, she questioned him about who should lead the squads. With the company down to just over twenty warriors, Tavaar’s thinking was to only go with four squad leaders. The first question had to do with Nayvahl: should he lead a squad, or should he be independent? There were advantages to both. However, since Tavaar was not likely to keep command long, it was agreed that Nayvahl should continue as a squad leader. Sashwa would also lead a squad. The Chief Scout usually did not have an assigned squad. They hand-picked different warriors for each of their missions. This is what Gwihnna did. But Sashwa pointed out that when Tavaar was relieved, she was likely to be made Chief Scout.

Tavaar - 37th Edition

2009-04-01T09:45:00.002-05:00

I'm going to keep going with Tavaar again, at least for a while. I'm going to try and limit the posts to around 500-words, excluding commentary, which I will try to keep to a minimum. This means the scenes will follow on the heels of the previous unless otherwise noted.

“Oh, go get something to eat.”

Sashwa was still laughing.

“Okay. Aren’t you coming?”

“No. I’m going to look over the maps Kelenbah gave me.”

She took out the pack of parchment she had been given. Curious, Sashwa picked up the pages defining the two warriors. She read part of it and looked at Tavaar, who nodded.

“Now you know why they chose to start where they did?”

Sashwa nodded. “They’re trying to make the company’s task look easy. They want us to be complacent. That’s why we’re still here instead of on our way. Kelenbah was overconfident.”

“That is my guess. What is more, this company has used the same strategy for years, and everyone knows it.”

“A good plan defeats us. Especially since we’re understaffed.”

“Yes.”

“So, what are you going to do?”

“We’re going to go after them. We’ll catch them in the wild.”

“It’s bold. Do you think this company is up to it? They’re good warriors, you know.”

“They may be good, but we have an advantage.”

“Numbers may not be enough, Darling.”

“I’m not talking about numbers, Sweetheart. They still think Kelenbah is in charge. They will act accordingly.”

Sashwa laughed. “Darling, I think we’re going to capture them.”

“I know we are.”

“I’ll bring you something to eat.”

“Thank you. And find out what Wheylin’s up to, will you?”

“I hear and obey, Darling. Thanks for the kiss – Lover.”

“Stop it.”

- - - - -

Sashwa entered the hut with two plates of food. Tavaar continued to pore over the maps, making small marks at strategic points. Some represented the deployment of her troops. Some were the logical path of their prey. Sashwa handed one plate to her.

“Eat, Darling.”

Tavaar made a final notation and set the maps aside. Then she sat with legs crossed and took the plate.

“Where is Wheylin?” she asked.

“Guard duty,” said Sashwa, sopping up juices with a piece of bread. Tavaar paused in her eating.

“Guard duty? That means he will be back in camp during the relax period.”

“I believe that is true,” said Sashwa.

Tavaar set her plate aside. She sighed, dejectedly. “And I thought Nayvahl had accepted me.”

“He has.”

“Then why this? I know what it’s about. He thinks I lay with Kelenbah. So, if there is to be a baby, he wants everyone to believe it could be Wheylin’s. I had hoped he, at least, would believe me.”

“He may believe you, Darling. But you can hardly blame him for taking precautions. He doesn’t really know. You admitted that yourself. Besides, you made him second in command. That means he is responsible for everyone here – including you. In fact, especially you. Whatever he believes, this is simply Nayvahl considering all possibilities. Give him credit for that.”

Tavaar smiled. “Okay. I will. All the same, Wheylin and I will not be sleeping here tonight. We’ll bed down under the stars by the fire.”

“To ensure everyone knows you are not laying with Wheylin?”

“Yes. I will send my own message. No one but you knows that Wheylin and I have lay together.”

“I don’t know that it will do any good, but I won’t argue. How long do you intend to do this?”

“At least until the next moon.”

“Oh, that is going to go over well.”

“Wheylin will understand. He’s good about that.”

“He’s good about everything with you. Try not to take advantage of him.”

Tavaar gave Sashwa a look. “Since when do you care about Wheylin?”

Sashwa shrugged. “He’s my brother. I care – sometimes. Look, I know how I would feel if you rejected me. That’s all.”

“I’m not rejecting him.”

“Yeah? Well, tell him that.”

“If you feel so strongly about it, I tell you what: I’ll get him drunk on ale; I’ll blindfold him; you can wear some of my scents and he can lay with you.”

Sashwa shuddered. “And you call me disgusting. I wish you would stop with that joke. Especially when I’m trying to eat.”

Tavaar - 36th Edition

2009-03-31T18:00:00.001-05:00

Accidentally posted without adding text. Sorry. Got a pizza on the way.

I decided to continue Tavaar's story from where it left off. Tavaar and Sashwa are still in their hut.

Tavaar didn’t speak. The mood had become somber, as it usually did when one of them spoke like this. Every so often, one or the other would. Generally, it happened at times of great change. It was as if they were reinforcing the bonds of love which held them together. The last time it had been this somber had been when Sashwa had left for the military. Then it had been Tavaar pouring out her heart and Sashwa giving comfort. Now it was Tavaar’s turn. She looked up at Sashwa’s expectant face. How dear she was. How sweet and wonderful.

“Sashwa, are you lonely?”

There was a brief moment when Tavaar saw it. Then Sashwa’s face broke into an impish grin.

“Lonely?” she cried. “I’ve got you right where I want you: underneath me, on your back and completely helpless. How could I possibly be lonely?”

Tavaar grinned back. “You are such a scamp. I hope you know better than to act this way in front of the others? I’m going to have a hard enough time gaining respect.”

She had meant it as a joke, but Sashwa frowned.

“What?” asked Tavaar.

“Maybe you were right after all,” said Sashwa.

“About what?”

“Me not sleeping in here.”

“What?”

Tavaar was going to get up, but Sashwa held her down at the shoulders.

“No, listen! It is going to be hard, at least at first. The last thing you need is me underpinning everything by being silly. I should leave.”

“No! I don’t want you to.”

“Tavaar, you know it’s best.”

“Don’t call me Tavaar!”

“That’s your name, isn’t it?”

“Not to you. Not ever. I forbid it! I’m Darling to you.”

There were tears and hope in Sashwa’s eyes. “Do you mean that?” she asked.

Tavaar hesitated. Then, she pulled Sashwa down and kissed her long and hard. They broke slowly. Tavaar caressed Sashwa’s face.

“I am always your Darling. And you are my sweetheart. Okay?”

“Okay?”

Sashwa kissed Tavaar quickly and lifted up, but not letting Tavaar rise. Tavaar didn’t try to.

“Maybe you are not so far off in your thinking,” said Tavaar. “You are Wheylin’s twin. When we finally do have our first, I want you to think of yourself as a partial mother.”

Sashwa smiled. “I will do that,” she said.

“You didn’t answer my other question. Not seriously, anyway. Do you intend to get married?”

“I can’t Darling,” Sashwa said, solemnly, caressing Tavaar’s face.

Tavaar felt her throat tighten. “Why not?”

“Because your brothers are already taken,” she said, bending down and giving Tavaar another kiss before sitting up and laughing.

Tavaar pushed her over.“Oh, go get something to eat.”

Tavaar - 35th Edition

2009-03-30T23:59:00.000-05:00

So, it's the 100th post of this blog! Huzzah! And, as promised, here is the next installment of Tavaar's background story.

To provide background for the background, when I left off last Tavaar had just been placed in command of the company after arranging for Kelenbah's departure. Most of the company assumes she lay with Kelenbah to get command. She has won the loyalty of Nayvehl, but more because Nayvehl is a good warrior than because he believes in her.

Tavaar has also just learned that Gwihnna's premonition of infidelity was not a ruse after all. And Sashwa knows, but has withheld this. This is where Tavaar confronts her friend. The premonition stuff seems silly, but the truth is it is important. VERY important to the entire Swords of Fire Saga.

I have removed all references to notes I made on the text. It's a little less than 1,000-words.

Nayvehl immediately issued orders. Tavaar let him be. She started for her hut, but passed by Sashwa. Now she was angry again. She looked down at her friend, who was grinning back.

“You will come with me now,” she said.

She had caught a glimpse of Sashwa’s fading smile as she walked away. Sashwa caught up with her. Tavaar appreciated Sashwa walking in silence and let her command. She stopped at the door to the hut and waited. Sashwa gave a look, then dropped to the ground and crawled inside. Tavaar waited a moment to prepare herself and then followed.

Sashwa was sitting up as best she could. The low ceiling prevented actual standing, but she was on her knees with her backside on her heels. She looked put out.

“All right, Darling, what’s this about?” she said.

“Is that how you address your company commander?”

Sashwa flared. “Oh, no! Don’t give me that ‘I’m in command’, little Darling. Out there, you are. And in anything military you are. But not in here, little Darling. I sleep here, too.”

“Then maybe you should sleep some place else.”

Sashwa reacted as if Tavaar had just slapped her face. “Is that what you want?”

Tavaar recoiled. She had not meant to be hurtful. Her eyes welled up with tears.

“No. Not ever. I’m – I’m sorry. I – please, forgive me.”

Sashwa smiled. “Always, my love. Now, Darling, why the ruffled feathers?”

Tavaar moaned. “Can’t you at least pretend I’m in charge?”

“You are in charge, Darling. Out there. But in here we sleep together. It is your place to get away from command. Out there you must maintain control. You must lead by example. In here, you can relax. You can be weak, if you want. In here, it will be like always: I will take care of you. Okay?”

Tavaar nodded and wiped her eyes. “Okay.”

Sashwa leaned forward and kissed her. “Good. Now, why are you mad at me? What have I done now?”

Tavaar took a breath. “You have kept the truth from me.”

Sashwa’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really? What truth am I hiding from you?”

“The truth about Gwihnna’s premonition.”

Sashwa fell quiet. Tavaar watched her, looking for clues.

“And what is the truth about Gwihnna’s premonition?” Sashwa asked.

“It’s true, isn’t it? I am going to have a baby, but not with Wheylin. Gwihnna saw it, and you know it’s true, don’t you? Don’t you, Sashwa?”

Sashwa sighed and collected herself before speaking. “No, Darling, I do not know it to be true. That is not my gift.”

“But you believe it?”

“Yes.”

“Then why did you lie to me? You said it wasn’t true!”

“No, Darling, I did not. If you remember, you asked me if I was going to tell you it was true. I said no. I did not say it wasn’t. Neither did I say what I believed.”

“Word games! You know I hate it when you do that.”

“Only when I direct them at you. When they work to your favor you appreciate it well enough.”

“You should have been open with me. You should have told me all.”

“No, Darling. I should not have. You were upset to the point of making wild plans. You offered yourself to Bolar, remember? What would you have done had I told you I believed the premonition? You may have lay with anyone, just to put it behind you. You may have lay with Kelenbah, thinking you had to. No, Darling. I gave you enough truth to calm you down and keep you going. I always planned to tell you. But the time never seemed right. I wanted to wait until the Kelenbah business was over. Now it is. Bolar agreed with me.”

“Bolar? You spoke with Bolar about it?”

“Yes. I doubted you would mind much. You had already told him everything anyway. By the King! You asked him to father your child. That’s why I went to him: to ask the same thing.”

Tavaar gasped. “You asked him to lay with you, too?”

“No! Of course not. I wouldn't do that to him. I’m not so cruel as you.” Sashwa laughed. “No. Actually, what I asked him was if there was some potion he could make for you and me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, well, I was desperate, too. I was worried for you. I mean, I didn’t know if it was true, but if it was, who would it be? I just wanted to be sure it was someone who loves you, as opposed to just wanting you.”

“And you say I was shocking. I hope he was sitting down when you asked.”

“I don’t remember. I know he was after.”

“I bet. What did he say?”

Sashwa’s eyes glinted mischievously. “Ah! So you like the idea?”

“Stop it! I’m asking, that’s all.”

“Sure you are. Well, don’t get your hopes up. We can lay together, if you want, but Bolar has no potion to make a baby from it.”

“You are nasty.”

“Perhaps. But only with you. Anyway, we had a good long talk about how things worked. He couldn’t believe how ignorant I was.”

“Ignorant! You just wanted to talk about it.”

“Yeah, well, it was interesting. I can see why you like him. He’s smart, understanding, and funny, too. As I was leaving he laughed at me and said he would give my request all the attention it was due.”

“If he thinks about it at all he will have done that. You know, he must think we’re the two most wanton girls in the family.”

“We are, aren’t we?”

Stupid Me

2009-03-30T09:04:00.000-05:00

I reserved the questions post for my 100th. What I failed to take into consideration was that changing a post doesn't constitute making a new one. So, technically, THIS is the 100th post. Huzzah! Huzzah!

An F.Y.I.

2009-03-25T10:07:00.001-05:00

This is kind of a cheat to reach 100 posts, but I wanted to let you know I will not be posting again before Sunday. I'm going to be away from my computer. So, some time next week I will submit my 100th post for this blog. Unless I hear otherwise, it will be a Tavaar episode. Tavaar is now in command of the company.

2009-03-22T10:27:00.002-05:00

Most of The Archives are handwritten documents dating back thirty years or more. This is a problem in some cases as humidity has caused some of the writing to fade and/or wash away. Such is the case with the story of Massimo and Elva, who are the parents of the Elven Race.

Massimo was a Nomad and Elva a Pennan.

Here is part of the original version of The Story of Massimo and Elva. I believe it was written in the early 1980s.

Massimo took aim at the hart as it moved throug the trees. The distance was far, but not so great that he still could not reach it with his hunting bow. But just before he let his arrow fly the hart started and then took off.

Keeping his head, Massimo adjusted his aim quickly and left loose his arrow. It flew perfectly and struck the deer, piercing its heart and bringing it down. Massimo hurried forward to where it had fallen and began the task of dressing it out. Its weight was very near his own and to the tribe would be thankful. There would be meat for all. And the hide would serve as clothing.

But Massimo did not discard his own senses as he labored. Something had startled the hart. What was it? He was aware of nothing. Still, the hart's senses were keener.

He suddenly stopped and stood to his feet, drawing the sword from his back. He was aware of movement. several creatures had formed a ring and were now closing it in. But of what sort were they? Wolves? Unlikely. They would be quiet. Most likely they were men. And so he would need defend his kill.

Fortunately, he knew himself to be an excellent warrior, and so he was only a little afraid. He was, in fact, the best warrior and hunstman in the tribe. That was why he had made the journey so far from camp to find meat. He was the tribe's main provider. Still, it would be comforting now to have one or two other members at hand to give him aid.

That's the first page. There are seven pages written in this notebook. What I note about the style is that I still have a tendency to write rough drafts in this manner. It makes for a lot of work during the edit stage.

I never finished writing the story of Massimo and Elva. It was told orally to a friend of mine, who mostly enjoyed it. It's one of the things I need to get to once the Saga itself is published.

The Roots are Still in Tact

2009-03-19T06:44:00.003-05:00

The original Swords of Fire is gone, I believe. The map is gone, and so are the chapters. Even the subsequent efforts are lost.

There is a memory I can faintly draw upon in which I was reading portions to co-workers at Cicero's Pizza, where I worked. The owner used the old-style theatre organs as the gimic to draw people in. The truth was, the food wasn't that great. Pasta was good, though. Ummm.

The story originally began much, much later than the current version. Hundreds of years later, and on a different world. When I went through The Archives this week I found several notebooks and loose sheets of paper dealing with this now abandoned effort. My writing back then was so bad, but many elements of the style remain. Not sure if I should be concerned about that or not. Here is a small blurb which may have been part of the original beginning. I mean original, and not just the start of the first finished effort. But notice the similarities.

Khirsha stepped lightly down the path. Using the training he had received not a noise could be heard (except, perhaps, by a trained ear). Even so, he ws moving quickly. Voices could be heard up the path and over the hill and he quickened his pace.

"Hoy, Khirsha!" called out Jasem, one of Khirsha's longtime friends who stood talking to Dregel, the third member of their threesome.

"You two could be heard all the way to Sarah," scolded Khirsha, lightly.

"Oh, come!" argued Dregel. "I hardly think so. But why bother? We're well out of town. Who's there to hear?"

"I shouldn't let the Teacher hear if I were you," said Khirsha with a laugh, and Dregel and Jasem laughed, too.

"Come," said Jasem. "Let us be going or the Teacher will be mad because we're late."

The Teacher was an aged elf who had shown up at their village just a few years earlier (as years were reckoned among Elves). Khirsha and his friends were Elves themsleves, of course, as was teh entire village of -

That's how it ends. I really did write a dash. This, I'm mostly sure, is how The White King of Ladondo began. The White King of Ladondo. That was the original Book I. I like the name, and if possible intend to incorporate elements of this story into some future work.

What I find interesting is that I kept the name "Khirsha". This Khirsha, however, was younger than the one who is now the main character in Traitor, the new Book I. The other names go away. There was a reason for using them, but I just checked and see that they are not even part of the list of thousands.

The concept of a Teacher remains, although it does not present itself in Traitor. It will in Book III. The following page contains some notes, and then there is some kind of prologue in which the name "Kesso" appears. I must have liked the name, because I use a variation of it for one of the important Saga Characters: Kelso.

The original plot dealt with the missing heir of King Fernando. (I chose the name because Fernando means "world traveler".) Shatahar (he was a Warlord from the beginning) wishes to finish his destruction of the Elves' royalty. He currently rules over the Kingdom of Ladondo in the north, tucked in the midst of three mountain ranges. He has an ice palace in the north. Very cliche stuff, I guess. He was known as "The White King".

You know, as I peruse this notebook, I'm finding an extended version of the beginning. There are no less than thirty-two pages of handwritten text. Maybe the original writings survived after all. The map is gone. Of that I have no doubts. It's too big to be hidden away.

What I enjoy about having kept all of this is that it gives me the ability to return to the past and see how the Saga evolved. Some things I have forgotten. Also, it exposes my growth as a writer. I see some bad habits no longer exist. That is encouraging.

I wonder how many writers keep their old stuff. I would expect a lot. But it's fun

A Walk Through History

2009-03-18T13:25:00.003-05:00

So, I've opened The Archives and have been rifling through them to see what remains from the past. Guess what? I found the original hand-written Swords of Fire. The first words written for the first book ever finished. (There is an earlier work, but that wasn't finished.)

To satisfy any potential curiosity, here is how the book Ballentine rejected began.

Khirsha looked around the cave entrance for signs of his father, but there was nothing to indicate his presence.

"Perhaps he is inside," thought Khirsha as he entered the cave.

There was no danger, of course. The cave was located in the heart of the Endo Estate which his family had owned for seven generations of Endos. They were a wealthy family. Indeed, one of the most wealthy in the kingdom. But, the military families usually were.

Not exactly something to make you want to rush out and buy a copy, is it? Well, I was young. I was barely in my twenties when this was written.

Very little remains from the original story. Khirsha is still Khirsha, but there is no way he would be looking for his father at the cave. Also, to enter the cave one now has to crawl. There is no such thing as the Endo Estate or, in fact, Endos. The family is wealthy, but they are not part of any kingdom. In fact, their relationship with the nearby kingdom is strained. They are military.

When I was young, teenager and earlier, I used to toss my writing away when I was finished. No one ever read it, except my creative writing teacher in high school. Then I read something a famous writer (I forget who) said in an interview. He complained about the use of computers when writing. Overwriting a file meant there was no history. No beginning point where a story began. He liked to keep all of his notes because they sometimes came in useful later. After that I created The Archives. Now they are boxes and boxes of unsorted material.

Very fascinating to visit. I'm glad I kept everything.

What Does it Take - And Do I Have It

2009-03-17T09:55:00.002-05:00

So, I read a variety of blogs, each dealing with a variety of topics. A few speak about writing, and what it means to write well and tell a good story.

Often, I find myself wondering if I qualify as a good storyteller. You see, while having a lot of stories to tell, and having written several million words toward them, that does not necessarily mean I know what I'm doing. Just look at G.W. He was president for eight years and never figured out how to do his job properly.

I get worried about my storytelling. Probably, this is because so few people read my stories. Oh, I have had as many as thirty people read Swords of Fire over the past thirty years, and only a couple didn't like it. Two didn't like it because they simply do not like any fantasy story. One didn't like it because she thought it was religious. (It's not. She just thought it was.) Everyone else liked it to varying degrees. Several were very eager for the sequel, which no one but me has read. Well, I take that back. I think I may have read it to Spouse and Son a couple of years ago. Can't remember. Getting old.

There is the Tavaar background story, of which I have posted 34 entries on this blog. But those are all rough drafts, and not part of a real story. Tavaar's backstory is just a series of vignettes without any real plot. I'm simply following her life in order to define her character.

Then there is Apprentice, which has been read by four people, three who liked it and one who didn't care for the subject matter, but who liked the writing.

So I've got some feedback, and it's mostly positive. Even my blog writing has been complimented by two or three. Apparently my writing style is easy to read.

I honestly believe that most fantasy readers would enjoy my stories, if they could but read them. But convincing them of that is difficult. I have no idea how many people write fantasy, but I expect it is in the tens, or even hundreds, of thousands. I expect a good many of them also have writing styles that are easy to read, and should those of us who read fantasy but get a chance to read what they have written we would enjoy those stories, too.

In the writing group I have joined there is a man who is writing a book in which Dwarfs are the main characters. I'm not so into Dwarfs. Stereotypically (in fantasy) their personalities are too gruff for me. I prefer the gentleness of Elves and Fairy Creatures (when they are portrayed as gentle and in tune with nature). But he has a good premise, and he shared his first chapter with us back in February. I think it's going to be a good story, and I think he is going to tell it well. Will it ever be accepted by an agent or publisher? I don't know. Hope so.

But I need to be honest. If it were only about getting my stories into the hands of readers the solution is simple: self-publish on the internet. Only the honest truth is this: I would very much like to be paid for my stories - at least those I consider epic in nature. And that is where my doubts arise. It's one thing to write with an easy style, and produce works people enjoy reading for free. But what about when it requires money? Are they still interested?

Perhaps those few people who know me might be willing to fork over the twenty or thirty dollars required to buy a new book these days. But I don't know that many people. Not who have money anyway. So somehow I have to convince strangers that my writing is worthy. That is done via query letters submitted to agents and editors.

A good salesperson goes into a meeting confident (or at least showing confidence). They hold to this even amidst heavy evidence of opposition. Like the lions of the African plains, they often fail to make their kill/sale. That's the way it is with writers. Only sometimes I think it's a h*lluva lot easier for a lion on the plains to pull down a buffalo than it is for a writer to secure a book deal with an agent or editor. Lions get to hunt in packs. Ultimately, writers are on their own.

What a scary place to be.

Well, I'm the one who thought playing in the Big Leagues would be fun. If I can succeed, it will be.

NOTE: Willie Mays went hitless in his first 35 at bats when he joined the Major Leagues. He sat down on the bench one day - after striking out AGAIN - and started to cry. The manager came by, patted his shoulder, and assured him he would do all right. Willie Mays made it to the Hall of Fame. Wish I had been a baseball player.

Closing in on One Hundred

2009-03-16T16:37:00.002-05:00

So, after this post there are six more posts before Post #100. What to do for the milestone?

I'm thinking I will return to Tavaar. I love Tavaar, and I left her right after a poorly written scene. The next section was better. Well, I remember it as being better. But that's what I'm going to do - I think.

Look for Tavaar edition #35 coming soon to this blog.

(If you have other ideas, let me know.)

What to Do Now

2009-03-15T14:02:00.003-05:00

So. The book is completed and I have written a first go at a query letter. When I am ready I will send to Evil Editor so the Minions can have at it. As much as they have helped me in the past I do not look forward to the ordeal. I suppose it's like an athlete in training camp. They don't relish the idea of the punishment they are about to go through, but without it they will never be ready for the season.

The problem there is that there was just a post for a book which has treason as a significant issue. Treason is what Traitor's all about. I'm thinking I should delay in posting the query until at least April.

Anyway, I'm finding myself thinking about Book II, The Prophecies of Madatar. I confess this is my favorite book of the Saga. It introduces two characters who become pivital to the entire series. Also, it happens to be a fun book, despite the fact there is actual fighting and war. The stakes are higher, but that only makes Khirsha that much more fun to write. He is about to get a crash course in male-female relationships. (Why is it I have to correct my spelling of female every frikkin time from F-E-M-A-I-L to F-E-M-A-L-E? Talk about going postal. Cheesh.)

So I'm wondering if I'm doing myself, the Saga, Book I, Book II, and who knows who/what else a disservice by moving on to Book II before I even have a working query for Book I? The last time I did that I wound up with a mess. I finished Book II in the spring of 2007. In 2008 I tried getting Book I published, only to learn it was dead before it left the gates. But there's a lot of work to be done with Book II. For one thing, It is over 180,000-words. Even assuming Traitor is published as is, that seems like a high word count for a second book. I should probably drop at least 30,000-words. It's a rough draft. That should be no problem. Right?

But should I even be working on it? That's the question.

What's in a World

2009-03-13T10:16:00.002-05:00

I like to draw my worlds flat. Not sure why, other than that it simplifies things considerably.

North is always to the top of the page. World are always surrounded by oceans. I guess that's how I came up with the idea of The Great Sea. Water separates the worlds.

Worlds have mountains. Got to have mountains. The mountains create rivers which wind about and often fill basins to make lakes. Thick forests surround most lakes. Swampy regions, too. I like grassy plains and hot, arid land.

I like to draw worlds. I've drawn dozens upon dozens of them. Some (most) never do become associated with a story. Some do. Sometimes I have a story and create a world to put it in. Sometimes I have a world and create a story to go with it.

My favorite map was my original map for Swords of Fire. It's long gone now. Accidentally tossed in the garbage. Pity. I created it on a very large pieces of paper.

When I first left home I had no furniture beyond a small bumper pool table. One day, my mother showed up with some moving guys in tow. She had bought me a kitchen table, a recliner chair, and a box spring and mattress for a double bed. Which I did not have. The mattress was wrapped in brown paper, about twice the thickness of a grocery bag. That brown paper became my first map. It was really cool. Gone now.

I think what I may do some day is purchase a canvass. You can get them at art shops. Stephen used to make his own. He had got so he could put one together very quickly.

Anyway, I am going to buy a canvass and some paint. Probably acrylic. Oils are cool, but they're harder to clean. Then I'm going to paint me a world map. Mountains. Forests. Rivers. Arid places. All color coded. I like color coding.

A New Mythical Creature

2009-03-12T11:39:00.003-05:00

My son has been writing his own fantasy story over the past week. Every so often he gets inspired and writes. Only now that he's older, his stories are no longer just a few paragraphs. His current work is over 10,000-words. I haven't read any of it because he hasn't presented it yet. But clearly it is a fantasy work.

I know this because he asked for help in scanning a drawing he made of one of the creatures in his story. I won't post it now because I don't have his permission, but I will describe it.

It kind of looks like a lion, except it has ridges like a komodo dragon along its back, and the end of its tail is spiked like the stegosaurus?. Not sure which dinosaur had the spiked tail, but you've seen it, I'm sure. It has a mane that looks like fire and sharp claws on each of its four feet.

The creature is called, A Wulgad.

The Muses have been having fun with Son of late. He's been inspired to learn keyboards without any help from a teacher. (We just don't have the money.) But he's getting good. He can play reasonably quick with few errors. He does know how to read music. And playing the tuba gave him an inside track on learning the bass cleft.

He also draws, although not so often anymore. But he drew the Wulgad himself. He also created a comic series of stick people which now encompasses several notebooks. I try to get him to draw on drawing paper, but he likes the spiral bound notebook paper. Well, I'm not going to discourage him.

Music. Drawing. Writing.

I'm kind of proud of him. I'd like to believe he inherited at least some of that from me.

Coming to it Again

2009-03-10T06:45:00.002-05:00

In all likelihood I will finish the latest revision of Traitor this week. Possibly today or tomorrow.

Normally, this would fill me with joy because it would mean I can move on to the next book. That is also written, but needs to be cut down significantly. So I'm looking at a major rewrite again.

But I won't be able to move on to the next book when I finish. I will still have two problems: Traitor will be more than 130,000-words. I am told that for a new author, that is means "dismissal out of hand". Any agent or editor who sees a book that long by a first time author will immediately reject it without another thought.

Only there is a problem with that, too. The query letter.

I hate them. Query letters are a combination of begging and persuasion. I'm no good at either. When I beg, people respond by telling me to "get the h*ll out of here". When I try to persuade, people respond by telling me to "get the h*ll out of here".

I've seen examples of "bad" query letters. Then I've seen how they have been punched up to be "good". And you know what? I really can't see the difference. I suppose it's like diamonds. I can't tell a fake from a real, but experts can.

Maybe it's like wine, or cheese tasters. They can tell imediately which sample is better. All the same to me. I'm no connoissuer - of wine or query letters.

I make what I believe to be a very good lasagne. Yet I know if I served it to one of those television chefs they would probably spit it out. You see, I used pre-grated parmesian cheese from a cardboard tube. You've seen them in the grocery store, I'm sure. Kraft? I've heard some of these chefs speak with great disdain over this.

That's the wall which looms before me. The chasm I have to cross.

I don't know how.

Crap.

There Has to be a Reason for It

2009-03-07T07:44:00.002-06:00

A good number of years ago I attended a Christian Writers' Conference in Wheaton, IL. Wheaton is just outside of Chicago and is home to Wheaton College, where the conference took place.

The idea was for Christian writers to gather together in one place and learn various things about writing. There were also representatives from vairious publishing houses to look at pieces of work. It was an excellent chance to meet a lot of people in the book business.

I met several authors, but I can only remember two: Myrna Grant and Janette Oke. I was also introduced to an editor at a Christian publishing house. His company did not publish fantasy, but he told me to write a story about children and baseball. I did. I wrote Joey. Based it on an actual incident and submitted it. Rejected.

There was another author I met, but I cannot remember his name. He read one of my earliest versions of Swords of Fire: Book I. That was when it was called The Prophecies of Madatar, which is now Book II. He did an excellent job of shredding it without making me feel horrible. That's a true gift.

I remember he was especially bothered by things which seemed to not have a reason. He said the family's extended lifespans were simply pro-rated out. Which was true. He said there was no purpose in Khirhsa's traveling all over the world. He had reasons for being there, but not for going.

He had a lot more to say and I tried to incorporate all of the suggestions into my work. But his thoughts on story elements having no reason have remained strong with me ever since. I learned the reason for the family's extended lifespans. It was before me all the time. I found reasons why Khirsha should make the journey he took. I know how Abrin gets his knowledge. I know what the "madness" is which infected Khirsha, Tavaar, Sayla, Avalina, and a few others not dealt with directly in Book I. And I know how and why they were "infected".

Learning the "why" of something can be trying sometimes. Sometimes I want to write a scene because it is so cool. The problem is, there is no reason for that scene to happen. I agonize over those scenes, searching for a reason for them to be. If I can find no reason, I cannot write the scene. I hate that, but everything has to happen for a reason.

I once had to rewrite two entire chapters in order to get a character to a place they needed to be. I have altered birth dates - and years - in order to suit matters. Marriage partners have been changed (no divorce - just changed - a literary form of spouse-swapping). Everything has to fit. It can get quite complicated at times. Which reminds me, I still have to complete 350 years of military assignments.

A Million Worlds Means a Million Stories - and more

2009-03-06T09:01:00.002-06:00

My thought all along was that, after finishing the Swords of Fire Saga, I would continue with Stories From the Great Sea. These stories could take the form of trilogies and sagas, but more often simply be stand alone tales of their own merit. My short story, Apprentice, could fall into this category. As well as others.

The Great Sea consists of so many worlds. I have not counted them, but references in my notes indicate there are at least thousands, if not tens of thousands, or even millions. Most of the worlds would either be devoid of Free People representation, or inhabited by humans. There would be worlds devoid of any real fauna. Not much of a story there. But there are so many tales to be told.

The difficult thing about these others stories is that they must also adhere to the general laws which govern The Great Sea, and which are spelled out in the Swords of Fire Saga. For instance, Swords of Fire states there are twelve dragon breeds. It further identifies them. This means any story which involves dragons would have to conform to this knowledge. The existence of Windows can be used, but the manner in which they function cannot be altered. The presence of the Children of Fire cannot be altered. Nor can their involvement.

The fact that a story might be interesting if certain things were true which Swords of Fire states are not is not the point. In order for the story to belong to The Great Sea, it must conform to The Great Sea. Otherwise, it has to take place some place else.

If Swords of Fire ever becomes successful, I shall put together all of these rules into a single volume. That way anyone who becomes inspired to write into this place will have a working knowledge at their disposal to write a believeable story for it.

I think that would be the greatest thing of all.