12- LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - THE PORTENDED PERIL - SECTION 7

 

In his delirious state thrashing about and fighting dragons, scholar Fradel Rurik Korvald (Nevetsecnuac) had cried out, vociferously wowing to do everything within his power to fulfill his destiny.

01- FRADEL RURIK KORVALD ( NEVETSECNUAC) STILL IN GRIP OF FEVER (6)

Fortunately, the diligent Physician Quinher Yungar had paid little heed, disregarding these fevered ramblings of the Scholar, and instead, tirelessly strove to modify (reverse) the effects of the poison as well, reduce the persistent high fever, in the hope of rescuing his patient from the jaws of death.

Quinher Yungar was aware what it would mean, particularly for Zaur Stugr, if he failed in his attempts to cure the Illustrious Scholar; and, he bristled with rage (ire), for he didn’t need to be told who was behind this dastardly ploy to ruin his benefactor and dear friend, Zaur.

After many hours of gruelling and hair-raising moments, long at last the scholar Fradel Rurik Korvald’s (Nevetsecnuac’s) condition stabilized, more specifically his dangerously high fever subsided (waned, declined); and Quinher, for the first time ever, was able to lean (slump) his weary back in chair, and closed his eyes in brief respite.

Nevetsecnuac subsequently regaining full consciousness, though at first had felt no difference, he nevertheless knew that his soul had returned to his body, for the next instant he was suddenly fraught (laden, assaulted) by the violent throbbing in his head and temples, as well, felt every inch of his physical form being pricked (lanced) by million invisible needles that resulted in acute (most intense, penetrating) ache. He all the same bearing with this agonizing pain, Nevetsecnuac’s eyelids twitched then slowly, partially opened.

02- PHYSICIAN QUINHER YUNGAR - A 7 -JP (7)

The ever-vigilant physician Qinher, sensing the slight difference in Nevetsecnuac’s rhythmic breathing at this point, at once jumped to his feet and being keenly observant, noting his patient’s eyelids tad (sliver) flicker then slightly ajar, he let out a cry in relief.

This of course, let loose such volley of jubilant commotion (bustling activity) from all present, that Nevetsecnuac could barely get in a word edgewise. Finally, he managed to croak out an urgent request, for his solicitous attending physician Quinher to retrieve the specific pouch from his bottom drawer, where which he had kept the oval crystal pill that Zonar had imparted to him earlier on.

Quinher Yungar, despite his reservations to interrupt his meticulous tending and leave even for a second the scholar’s side, acceding, swiftly retrieved the requested item and brought it over to Fradel (Nevetsecnuac). With an unexpected swiftness, the Scholar snatched the pouch from Quinher’s hand and, before the perplexed Physician could query (quiz) or stop him, popped the crystal pill within it, straight into his mouth and swallowed it whole.

03- SCHOLAR FRADEL RURIK KORVALD (NEVETSECNUAC )(4)

As Zonar had promised, the results were instantaneous: Nevetsecnuac at once felt rejuvenated and strong, his face color restored to norm, his body (muscles, reflexes) immediately normalized, and he became as sound physically and mentally as if he had never undergone the terrible ordeal (affliction) with the poison in the first place.

Physician Quinher and the attendants witnessing this miraculous recovery, utterly dumbfounded (shocked), with agape mouths, stood frozen.

Nevetsecnuac now sitting up in bed, suddenly feeling parched, he had just reached forward to help himself to a cupful of water; after which, he intended to rise to his feet, when just then, Zaur Stugr happened to enter the room (appeared on the scene).

Zaur stugr, at once taking in the scene, though astounded, he quickly got a grip on his senses, cast a prompt, beholden (thankful, indebted) glance at Quinher, then squirely facing the Scholar Fradel Rurik Korvald nodded his head in greeting to him, as his steps same time hastened to reach scholar’s bedside.

04-  MINISTER OF CEREMONY ZAUR STUGR JP (6)

“You have given us such a fright!” Zaur’s face now glowing in sheer delight (elated) and his demeanor clearly at ease, said to Fradel. “But please do not exert yourself by trying to get up now.”

Zaur next turned to again briefly look at Quinher and nodding, address him gratefully: “Excellent work doctor, I can see that the danger has been, finally, everted.”

“Indeed, I’m fully recovered; no need to fuss over me.” Nevetsecnuac, interjecting, with fluid ease sprung to his feet. Zaur could not constrain his utter amazement and sheer delight.

Subsequently, responding to Fradel’s request, Zaur formally introduced him to Phsician Quinher Yungar.

Scholar Fradel Rurik Corvald (Nevetsecnuac) reverently and with gratitude then, bowed to his benefactor, and addressing Quinher directly, said: “I am eternally indebted to you sir; for thanks to your excellent care, I am completely cured.”

05- PHYSICIAN QUINHER YUNGAR  (2)

Though perplexed and still in shock, Quinher hastened to decline any but the most minimal credit for Scholar’s convalescence, all the while silently thanking his lucky stars for this miraculous recuperation (cure, recovery). Long after Quinher had remained quietly intrigued however, wanting, but never getting the chance in that mayhem, to learn more about the potent crystal pill and the source of it.

Reading his mind, Fradel (Nevetsecnuac) at one point, drawing near Quinher Yungar, in a whisper, promised Quinher to tell him all about it at later time; meanwhile, exuberantly, he continued advocating the physician’s medical abilities and accrediting his full recovery to Quinher’s excellent care.

Thus, flood of praises was heaped on the Physician, despite his protestations; and additionally, he was most handsomely rewarded by Zaur Stugr, who chose not to delve too deeply into this miraculous outcome.

Physician Quinher’s head was still reeling (swirling) with countless unanswered questions, long after he had retired to his private quarters and settling in his favorite chair, lit his pipe, to smoke.

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The rest of the night Fradel Rurik Korvald meanwhile, was most solicitously tended to by Zaur Stugr, who remained quite unwilling to leave his side. The attention poured on Fradel (Nevetsecnuac), was unrelenting and tiresome; therefore, Nevetsecnuac, at the risk of offending his host, finally requested in the politest of terms, reminding Zaur of his appointment with Ronterron Zuke the subsequent day, that he be allowed to retire for three or four hours of respite. This aim achieved, Nevetsecnuac finally reclined on his bed, not to sleep but to direct (pin) his thoughts and to prepare at least mentally, for the challenges that lay ahead, focusing, specifically beyond the subsequent day.

“I must not fail.” was the last murmured sentence (mumble) on his lips as he eventually drifted off into a blissful sleep in the wee (small) hours of the night, his conscience finally in complete accord with his reasoning mind.

 

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(END OF SECTION 7 – BOOK 12- LON- THE PORTENDED PERIL)

 

 

(LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC RESUMES IN NEXT POST- BOOK 13- LON- THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR)

 

 12- LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - THE PORTENDED PERIL - SECTION 5

Last two or three days, Nevetsecnuac’s emotional and mental dilemma had intensified to a crescendo (climaxed), particularly as the day of summons had drawn near; fortunately for him, unspecified official concerns had kept his keenly observant and solicitous host Zaur Stugr far too busy, allowing Nevetsecnuac hence, bit respite from the tiresome, social obligations.

01- FRADEL RURIK KORVALD (NEVETSECNUAC ) 17)JP

Recalling just then the special unopened package, a keepsake tribute gift from the Prime Minister Lamont Gudaren’s offices, (a traditional/ceremonial court attire) delivered last night, Nevetsecnuac as a means of distracting his mind, summoned the Steward Cholden and asked him to bring it forth. If his conjecture were on the mark (spot on), he would then be obliged to, for propriety’s sake, don this array (garb) the day after tomorrow.

As anticipated, the (part armour) elaborate apparel fit Nevetsecnuac perfectly. Upon trying on the cape (cloak) though, he found out that it needed just one slight (minor) adjustment, to make the fit precise. This (alteration) he did it himself without (ado) moment’s hesitation; however, as he was adjusting one of the facets (module) of the cuff clasp as it was set too tight and had to be loosened a notch, unavoidably an invisible prong (spike) just then pricked his wrist and drew miniscule amount of blood. It was such an insignificant drop that neither he nor anyone else paid any heed (attention) to it.

Once Nevetsecnuac was donned in this magnificent and exquisitely constructed (labor intensive) finery that was a work of art, his impressive form caused all his attendants to gasp in awe. They gazed at him admiringly, their mouths agape, and with a glint of envy in their eyes.

Nevetsecnuac was far from pleased or flattered by this magnificent gift; however, mindful of the ravaging, rampant poverty, and the savage oppression of the citizens of Wenjenkun; he was dismayed to, even for a short span (spell), become a party to this decadent sort of extravagance.

02- FRADEL (NEVETSECNUAC)  DONS THE GIFT GARMENT JP 8

Nevertheless, after studying his resplendent form in the full-length brass mirror with unreadable (masked) expression (on his face), with a huff of derision, as this was in keeping with his scholar’s persona, Nevetsecnuac signaled for steward Cholden to help him get it off (undress). This done, the garment was quickly and lightly brushed, reverently and neatly folded, and then swiftly taken away to be stored, until future use.

That afternoon shortly after lunch, feeling more stifled by the soft, plush surroundings and the ever-vigilant beehive (whirlwind) of activity of the attendants trying to anticipate his every wish or whim, Nevetsecnuac strove to get away from it all, to release the pent-up energy coursing in his veins. But despite his ardent desire to leave the complex entirely, he did not venture far, not wishing to compound Steward Cholden’s burdens. As it were, before the assiduous (diligent) and affable Minister, Zaur Stugr had taken his leave earlier on at dawn, he had informed Nevetsecnuac that on his return at dusk, he had wished to acquaint him (Fradel Rurik Korvald) with a special, distinguished friend of his, who had been away. It was to be a token of Zaur’s appreciation of Fradel Rurik Korvald’s rare talents, his most esteemed, illustrious guest.

“It will be quite rare and most memorable treat.” Zaur, turning his head and smiling enigmatically had then reasserted, just before he had stepped inside his carriage.

Nevetsecnuac presently brushing all thought aside, leisurely or at times briskly, strolled through the complex structure of the joint gardens; after an hour this too however, had proven less than satisfactory. Moreover, he suspected that he was flushed in face and despite the fresh air, felt unusually stifled (strangulated, asphyxiated, short of breath) with the heavy, constrictive (oppressive) sensation increasingly taking hold in his chest cavity. Thinking that his discomfort was from the derivative of the intense heat from the burning rays of the cloudless mid-day sun, still permeating despite the tall, dense foliage and numerous ponds and waterfalls dotting the gardens, Nevetsecnuac opted to take a brief refuge in the library, which was a vast complex that included in it a perfectly harmonious private study. More importantly, the massive set of buildings that were nestled in the Northern sector of the complex, were structurally designed, and partially submerged in ground, to always remain temperate all year round.

Once there, Nevetsecnuac quickly dismissed the guards and all the servants to the outer chamber (hallway) anteroom, resolved as he was to indulge his weary (fatigued) senses the gratifying respite and delightful quietude up until his host had returned and he was, unavoidably cast once more into the tumultuous, murky world of the upper crust (high society). Longing now more than ever to reaffirm his old beliefs, he sought out and summarily retrieved a three-volume compiled literary works, which had often in the past been referred to by his uncle and mentor, Lord Asger Thuxur Marrog Zhon. Thence, in the bosom of the towering shelves stacked with rare and expensive volumes, seated comfortably in a plush chair, Nevetsecnuac excluded the present world from his (conscious) mind and strove to absorb himself in the wondrous, heroic times of old, at the same time encompassing the eternal teachings and anecdotes of the ancients. Surely enough, these rare compilations before long exuded such power that they cast their spell on him, and he felt strangely enough placated in his heart, mind, and soul.

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03-  ZAUR STUGR JP (5)JP

                                                                                

Zaur Stugr having finally efficiently dealt with all the pressing pertinent matters on the day’s agenda, sought and gained permission from the Prime Minister Lamont Gudaren to return to his residence early, to tend to his guest. He was eager to leave office for, since morning he had felt in the crux of his being a certain premonition, a foreboding, and a trepidation of sorts, that something unforeseen and perilous would (might) happen before the day’s end; even though, in view of the high stakes, he had already taken every precaution and left nothing to chance. Before leaving at dawn for his offices he had even cautioned (warned) his staff, especially his steward Cholden and the bodyguards that had been assigned to Fradel Rurik Korvald for the duration of his stay at Zaur’s residence, to be extra vigilant this day; hence, there really was no reason, no foundation for his anxiety. Hadn’t things gone without a hitch thus far? Tomorrow’s appointment with Ronterron Zuke should pass without trouble as well. Then, why was he being so edgy? The day after the summons (scholar’s audience with Sovereign), Fradel Rurik Korvald’s welfare no longer a priority concern, things should revert to normal at home.

Zaur inwardly therefore huffed (snorted), admonishing self for being too overcautious, as he entered his carriage and headed straight for home. Never an idle moment, he picked up but then put aside the document that he had taken along with him to later examine (peruse) in closer scrutiny; then pulling aside the curtain, he peered at the outside to steady his nerves and through distraction (diversion), curtail this persistent sense of disquiet that had beleaguered him even now. Since it failed to work, Zaur sat back and directed his attention instead on scholar Fradel’s most recent enigmatic conduct; this brought (dawned) a temporary pleasant smile to his lips. Subsequently however, his brows knit reflecting on, how the compiled report (dossier) on the scholar Fradel up until then had been entirely unsatisfactory. These last few days’ extra effort and intense probing had also proven fruitless; nevertheless, Zaur had the sense that he had, but barely, scratched the surface and that Fradel Rurik Korvald was by far, the most intriguing and complex individual than he led on. Meanwhile, having taken a strong liking to Fradel, Zaur knew that he would at future time, (on his own initiative,) on pretext, secure a much lengthier visit with the Illustrious Scholar, to thoroughly enjoy his company; and seizing the right opportunity then, when Fradel being on his own turf therefore more open and laidback, penetrate the Scholar’s enigmatic mantle, to accurately (discover) pinpoint the hidden layers of Fradel’s innate nature. Zaur again (through the slit,) absently watching the crowds pass by, pondered on this plan a while longer.

04- COWDS IN CHANNING

Normally Zaur did not like to have any unresolved issues left lingering (hanging) about; everything had to be with precision, quickly and neatly wrapped up (perfectly ratified). As patience had never been one of his virtues, his heightened curiosity had even prompted him to consider taking a drastic action; but then on afterthought, he had relented and aborted this course. Currently, Zaur looking away, shook his head. He would refrain from taking any drastic action; not unless Fradel Rurik Korvald could be recruited. There was really no point in pursuing this matter any further; besides which, he had scarcely any time for it. The present political uncertainty and his busy schedule left little leeway for such indulgences. Letting go wishful thoughts therefore, Zaur shrugged. This day was ending and, fortunately, nothing unforeseen had happened thus far or he would have been informed of it. The night’s planned merriment should pass quickly also without undue incident. Thankfully, the fiendish eunuch Egil Viggoaries had already departed the Capital on a mysterious errand. Taking succinct (brief) mental stock of two major future vengeful ploys that had already been instigated, Zaur Stugr’s mouth formed into a snarl and then, with a lightened heart and a complacent grin he again eased his back into the plush cushions of his carriage that, in part, buffeted the bumpy ride.

Before long, having arrived at his mansion Zaur, armed with the rare gift he had commissioned a while back, alighted from his carriage and with sure footing entered the guest quarters. Steward Cholden, greeting his master Zaur Stugr and being handed the gift to carry could not conceal (hide) his surprise. Noting this, “What is it?” eagle-eyed Zaur impatiently (irritably) in his sonorous voice demanded, as he was headed straight to the library, being informed that that’s where Fradel Rurik Korvald was at presently.

“I beg your pardon, sir, and please don’t think me too presumptuous, when I say that you are being overly generous.”  Cholden, who had been in Zaur’s service for an exceptionally long time, unable to conceal the tone of jealousy (envy) in his voice, answered with a bow. He was about to add more when Zaur, sensing (alerted) something was gravely wrong, abruptly halted his stride, turned and, cutting Cholden off with a sharp gesture of his hand, barked, “What on earth (nonsense) are you babbling about?”  Before the head steward that was taken back could recollect himself enough to give any response, Zaur had spun around and hastened on ahead.

05- FRIGHTENED STUART WHO ALMOST HAS A RUN IN WITH ZAUR

Zaur Stugr in his haste, almost has a near run-in with the panic-stricken young Stuart Tolen, who had just a moment’s before confronted the dreaded scene and, ashen faced, had rushed straight outside to seek help from the guards. Earlier, shocked to the core, he had dropped the tray he had been carrying, the contents, strewn all over, irreparably damaging the rare antique carpet where which collapsed, unconscious figure of Fradel Rurik Korvald lay.

Zaur Stugr entering the room, took in these details immediately but as (since) there was little time for reprimand or reprisal, acting on impulse, on his (Zaur’s) brusque orders, Fradel Rurik Korvald’s comatose body was at once hastily carried over to his room and he was gingerly placed (laid) atop of his bed. Since the resident physician had been sent for already, Zaur Stugr to the best of his ability tried to revive Fradel Rurik Korvald. On his directive cold (compasses) compacts were made available and repeatedly applied to the scholar’s forehead, neck and face as his garments, the restrictive parts were (simultaneously) loosened in a desperate attempt to stabilize Fradel Rurik Korvald’s steadily climbing temperature (alarming fever).

The responding physician Quinher Yungar was a conscientious man (man of rectitude) in his early thirties, with high scruples. In fact, his trustworthiness was beyond reproach. Though he had a brilliant mind, his slight speech impediment had stood in the way of his career advancement.

06- 7 -PHYSICIAN QUINHER YUNGAR JP (56)

Widowed at an early age, he had refused to remarry and lived a secluded, frugal existence in a remote corner of the Empire. Here he had devoted his energies to the study of medicine and to resolving the most difficult and incurable ailments. He had been plucked out of an anonymity (obscurity) by Zaur Stugr, when Zaur happened to be the District Magistrate to that remote town of Quekon in the Monetex Prefecture of Nokoltun Province and rescued him out of dire crisis. Out of gratitude Qinher had from then on faithfully served Zaur Stugr to repay his kindness.

It so happened that while seeking a rare herb on the slopes of Trodor mountain, Quinher had come across a dastardly assault. A powerful local bully, having abducted an honorable family’s beautiful, youngest (only) daughter, meant to ruin her, and force her to be his lover. Responding to her desperate plea (cries) for help Quinher, without a moment’s hesitation for his own safety, had rushed at once to intervene and after a brief struggle with the (brute, charlatan) ruffian Donzi Podai, managed to scare him off. He then promptly delivered her to the safety of her family.

On his return to his humble abode, however, he was met by the local (Yemen) constables and arrested. Summarily brought before the district judge he was charged with the (concocted) crimes of, abducting the very girl he had saved and, for assaulting the intervening gentleman Donzi Podai, who had striven to rescue her from a fate worse than death. Her family, under duress and (likely,) a recipient of a hefty monetary bribe, had been coerced into pressing these false charges.

Quinher, without the benefit of a just trial, indicted, in three days hence, had faced an ignoble public execution. Fortunately, however, Zaur Stugr’s timely posting to the position of District Magistrate, thwarted (foiled) this grave injustice. Reviewing the case and noting obvious irregularities in the report, Zaur Stugr stayed the execution, re-opened the case and retried Quinher Yungar. In the subsequent weeks, no amount of pressure from his superiors, covert threats, or bribes, had deterred Zaur from his just cause. In the end he had uncovered the truth and punished the guilty; but not without repercussions to self (Zaur), as the powerful Podai family had influential allies in the core political ambit (domain, sphere) in Channing. Despite his exemplary record and the subtly exerted influence of the Brotherhood of Kozurs, Zaur’s impending promotion was postponed for a year, and then two years; afterwards, as further reprisal, he was exiled to the most troublesome corner of the Wenjenkun Kingdom.

Zaur nevertheless sufficed the key challenges (naturally with the covert assistance of the Kozurs), and furthermore, brought lasting order to that region. Meanwhile Quinher, despite his acquittal (exoneration), was forced to flee to avoid trouble and to escape (survive) the underhanded persecution of the powerful Podai family’s ardent supporters. After his seven years in oblivion, never forgetting Zaur’s kindness, Quinher Yungar had eventually met up with Zaur Stugr in Channing, and offered his services to him. He had been with Zaur ever since, functioning and living in relative ease under his protective wing.

Even though Quinher Yungar had never met the full criteria for becoming a Kozur, Zaur had the utmost regard for him and had always treated him with the respect (reverence) due to an honored Uncle, rather than an employee. Subsisting in the intolerant atmosphere of the Capital, for his own safety, Qinher had been indefinitely, sequestered indoors; since then, he had lived a quite existence, in the private complex within Zaur’s mansion, functioning as the, always on call, resident physician.

Now tending to Fradel Rurik Korvald, after his brief examination and diagnosis, then a painstakingly long treatment, he eventually emerged from the room with a haggard looking Zaur Stugr in tow. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he turned to give Zaur a reassuring smile and a nod, “Your s…s…swift response may have s…saved his life. We t…t…treated him j…j…just in t…time. It was m…most f…fortunate t…t…that I had p…procured t…the rare antidote from t…that monk. Never had I t…thought at t…the t…t…time…”  Seeing Zaur’s impatience (tiredness), he aborted the intriguing tale of his encounter with the (strange red-haired) monk and reaffirmed (re-asserted), “We have done all we can f…for n…now. The p…proper dose has b…been administered, it will be up to him and d…divine providence, to p…pull through.”  He hissed out a long breath, and, in utter exhaustion, he plummeted into a chair.

“A moment longer would have been too late.,” he mumbled to himself, nodding then, noting Zaur’s grim, angered expression, Quinher smiled disarmingly and offered few encouraging words, “P…please d…do not worry yours…self s…so much. He looks t…to have an excellent p…physique, remarkably so, for an l…literati. If I d…did not k…know b…better…”

“Are you sure there is nothing further we can do to expedite his recovery?” Zaur asked impatiently then turned his hard, irate gaze on the steward, his faced, suffused with wrath.

“N…no, n…nothing. N…now you b…best t…tend t…to your inquiries, sir, I k…know you are m…most anxious to f…find out who is r…responsible.”  Quinher’s response temporarily drew Zaur’s attention away from the steward, allowing Cholden to make him-self scarce (sneak away).

“I will k…keep a c…close eye on F… Fradel R … Korvald f…for you; do not worry. I will inform you the m…minute there is a c…change, or on t…the p…positive note, s…should he regain c…consciousness. Of course…” Quinher hesitated, not knowing how to break the news to Zaur Stugr.

 

 

(END OF SECTION 5) 

 

 11- LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - EVIL PERSONIFIED - SECTION 19

The moment Qarzten Caimund had returned to his quarters, he at once sat down at his desk and began writing several letters (documents), all to be forwarded soon after to the designated groups, each carrying specific orders. An elite team (zealous investigators) was dispatched to the Inn near the Nexoko Pass, where the actual Steward Chutek had stayed, as the starting point to begin the thorough investigation and, therefore, uncover the truth of, what became of the, presumed abducted Chutek.

Qarzten had firmly believed that the pseudo-Steward Chutek languishing in the dungeon, who bore an uncanny (eerie, unnerving, creepy) akin, likeness to the original, doubtless result of a cosmetic surgery, would never cooperate or confess the truth, since he awaited absolution (pardon, release) or rescue, that would never come; meanwhile, his disguise had been so painstakingly meticulous (through) that it had even fooled astute Egil Viggoaries.

Qarzten leaned back, with a slight grimace on his lips; he closed his eyes in brief respite and then begun silently cogitating (ruminating, tallying up) the key current events till then:

Qarzten’s man had of course prior, covertly uncovered the fact that the surrogate Chutek, had even had his body physically altered (fashioned) by being castrated, in not-too-distant past, with one small variance. As nothing escaped Qarzten’s vast network, he had already been informed, of Chutek’s most recent endearing feat, of piercing his earlobes the night before his departure from Channing, to wear his master’s parting gift to him, that was a pair of moonstone earrings that had been for pierced ears.

01- CHUTEK WITH PIERCED EARLOBES 6

This slight oversight of the schemers (culprits), and because of Egil’s sadistic ego compelling Qarzten’s attendance (presence) in the dungeons, the otherwise elusive (subtle, hidden) truth had been fortuitously imparted (divulged) to Qarzten: when his quick analysis (probe) had confirmed (proven) that the Chutek, being tortured in the dungeons had no such piercing in the earlobes, therefore was the proxy Chutek.

It now begged the question what had warranted this replica (counterfeit Chutek) in the first place, who was behind this ploy and was it solely a design (object, goal) to seize (procure) Tutor’s considerable assets. As it were, because of Egil Viggoaries, that aim had been utterly foiled (thwarted, hindered).

Then again, after going through this much trouble, would not the perpetrators (doers, agents) expediently destroy the original to ensure secrecy? Even if Qarzten’s men reached Chutek too late; the manner of his death and disposal, however, would still provide some answers and ultimately contribute to solving this mystery:

Provided (if) the culprits had discarded the corpse over a cliff or dumped it into fast flowing river or lake without anchor, Chutek’s remains could then be found (retrieved). But if instead, they opted to anchor it or discard the carcass in wilderness or a forest for the predatory animals to make it disappear, or bury the corpse in some unmarked grave, Qarzten’s team, however competent, might never discover Chutek’s remains.

Qarzten Caimund next, turned his attention to another serious matter: the planted agent, the competent and enigmatic Stuart Lorenzo Koen, who had not long ago successfully infiltrated the Royal Tutor Worren Youkup’s inner circle, as well, befriended Chutek, to complete the reprehensible conspiracy (ploy) that landed the Stuard in that perilous predicament. A low, resonant groan escaped Qarzten Caimund’s throat as he shook his head to dispel at least for now, from his mind the impending (future) irksome task; instead, he turned his cogitations (deliberations) to Worren Youkup and the bane plant (shrewd spy) Stuart Lorenzo.

02-- LORENZO, THE ENIGMATIC STEWART IN EMPLOY OF WORREN YOUKUP.

Stuart Lorenzo Koen had suddenly appeared in Channing about nine months prior; then, after being employed by the administrative office of Royal Tutor Worren Youkup, remarkably, in a very short time had risen to the coveted position of assistant overseer and hence, he became (in the know) privy to the highly classified (confidential, top secret documents handled by the privileged (most trusted group) inner circle of the prudent (judicious, cautious) Royal Tutor’s domestics. Subsequently, Lorenzo had also wormed his way to taciturn Chutek’s confidence when he more than once defended Chutek against an unjust attack by his jealous colleagues.

Qarzten had an innate sense (a sixth sense) about people, especially ones that caused prickling of the hairs at the back of his keck. Recognizing Lorenzo’s purposely suppressed perspicacious and shrewd (crafty, cunning) characteristics he had from then on astutely observed him. Before long Qarzten had the opportunely gleaned proof, when Lorenzo, at three crucial moments, strategically modulating (curbed, downplayed) his superior physical and mental aptitudes, had each instance, relinquished his right to victory or justice, to simply elevate those base individuals, which thereafter had become his puppets. His curiosity aroused, Qarzten suspecting Stuart Lorenzo of being worse than false, extremely ambitious and for having a hidden agenda, Qarzten had a while back, initiated a constant stealth (covert) surveillance on the Stewart and furthermore, had his background investigated by his elite team. The attained results (though it took some doing,) had far exceeded Qarzten’s expectations. Yet, he had failed to timely act on this to incarcerate him; erroneously thinking there would be ample opportunities in future.

The hidden clues once unravelled, had linked Stuart Lorenzo Koen to a little known, however immensely powerful, and elite organization, the Wolfbane; the recently established, exclusive association (group, society) with tentacles extending far and wide in Wenjenkun, though it had its ancient roots (two centuries old) emanating (stemming) from Kontu.

Qarzten incensed with this (oversight) negligence, clenched his jaw, now deliberating (cogitating): This mole, who had at present gone effectively missing, for so many months prior, had spun his scheming web to beget the tangible plan, bypassing (going undetected) their most stringent security, illuminating a serious flaw, a vital breach, hence, warranting a present comprehensive (indebt) analysis of the massive shadowing (surveillance) system.

 

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Following day, by providence, Qarzten’s worst fears had not been realized, and he soon received a report which informed Qarzten, about Stuwart Chutek succinctly thus:

 Elite leaders in Wolfbane organization had indeed been appraised well in advance, by the implant Lorenzo, about the Royal Tutor Worren Youkup’s taken measures to ensure Chutek’s comfortable future welfare and safety; therefore, the surrogate Chutek had been readied (altered), well beforehand. Finally, the recent last steps concluded, it had assured the eventual annexation (seizure, takeover) of Worren’s amassed fortune.

They had not factored in however, Egil Viggoaries’s part, nor the bizarre set of events with Prince Herleif that in the end thwarted their carefully conceived (crafted) plans. As things had gotten out of hand, leaders in Wolfbane organization thence, decided to abandon the deemed expandable agent, pseudo Chutek to his doomed fate and, (minimize) cut their losses in half, by timely (and cogently) aborting (terminating, cancelling) the entire project.

Since Stuart Lorenzo Koen was still at large, Qarzten conjectured (estimated, theorised) that he had been re-assigned elsewhere, far from Channing and to a remote (distant) province of Wenjenkun. Qarzten was not a vindictive man, but he hated being duped; hence, he inwardly cussed and sworn (avowed) that Lorenzo would one day be apprehend and be made to pay most dearly for it.

Qarzten’s deputies and expert huntsmen, meanwhile, had promptly submitted their detailed report about their findings and the deduced (presumed, construed), sole outcome of Stuard Chutak’s fate, his certain demise:

As it were, when the plot (plan) in Channing got botched (bungled), Stuart Chutak’s life being considered forfeit: his unconscious body had been promptly, mercilessly discarded (cast) by the ruthless Wolfbane agents, hurled (tossed) like a grain sack, over the edge of the sheer bluff, to disappear into the bottomless abyss (gorge, Ravin). His death was a certainty as no mortal being drugged and comatose, could survive a fall form such a high precipitous (sheer, steep) cliff!

Qarzten, with an unreadable expression after carefully perusing (examining, reading) the report, he had it filed away as the now unsatisfactorily resolved case of Stewart Chutek. Actually, his (gut) intuitive feeling had informed (apprised) him that, despite the logical assumptions, the real Chutek was not dead but in fact, very much alive; however, the Dark Eunuch’s iron-clad case against Chutek, though Qarzten suspected was all fabricated, would condemn Chutek if discovered, to a fate far worse than death. Far worse than his stand in had borne (endured, suffered). Qarzten also suspected that if Chutek had survived the fall and learned of the developments in Channing, he would then with apt prudence (judgement, shrewdness, discretion) would remain in hiding; thence, have a second chance at more peaceful life.

Qarzten, had therefore decided to let the matter drop, in other words, let the sleeping dogs lie. Subsequently, he turned his undivided attention to the other more pertinent issues at hand.

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Following two weeks Egil Viggoaries had been relentless in his persecution of the victims in his grasp; consequently, in one of the adjacent cells to pseudo Chutek, the physician Enqui Rimeng had also been tortured, though not as severely, until all the required depositions, in the presence of three unbiased witnesses, had been extracted from him.

Quasi Chutek, meanwhile, during this period, succumbing to his grave injuries had unfortunately expired.

Onus (burden of guilt) now squirely resting on the Royal Physician Enqui Rimeng, to establish an irrefutable litigation, he had therefore been nurtured back to life from the brink of expiring and then forced to perjure himself twice then once more in an official Court. Overall, Enqui had confessed to colluding (conspiring) to, murder Worren Youkup with wanton greed and contempt due to a grudge he had borne the tutor for an alleged insult the physician had suffered at Royal Tutor’s hand seven months’ prior. Stuard Chutek, knowing of this grudge, had found it easier to recruit him. Enqui admitted further to his knowing that it was Chutek who had planted the penknife in prince Herleif’s scroll when Master Worren Youkup had been temporarily distracted by the gardeners’ squabbling at outside. The assassination attempts on His Highness later, had been the diversionary tactic of Chutek’s as he had reckoned, in the anticipated uproar no one would pay too close attention to the irregular passage of the aged Royal Tutor.

 

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More importantly, through Enqui Rimeng’s forced confession, a prior, far grievous criminal act, which happened to be the murder of prince Chucek Yozdek, at the behest (command) of Prince Herleif, was disclosed; up until then, everyone had believed that prince Chucek had been stillborn. At the time, Prince Chucek’s mother Princess Shayen Yozdek's life had also, by design, been deliberately compromised. Her willingness to participate in this diabolical plan had been a shocking revelation. Enqui had professed, how Princess Shayen Yozdek had been beset with dreaded fear that she would not carry the infant to full-term and thus incur the dreaded wrath of Sovereign Zakhertan; consequently, she had sought out and received in secret, a miracle drug from her confidant Enqui Rimeng which had at first, worked true wonders for her. On prince Herleif’s directive however, the last administered dose had been supplanted with another drug of similar appearance and taste which had induced instead, the abortion.

Even though one or two of the attending Royal Physicians had suspected an irregularity, they had kept their quiet and did not seek out the reasons or the source lest, they be charged for negligence. The gruesome details (particulars) of a deliberate abortion now furtively unveiled, caused quite a stir in all Palaces; five of the Royal Physicians fearing grave repercussions, hastily took their own lives, which further infuriated Zakhertan. Oddly enough though, no action was taken; meanwhile, compounding the burden of guilt, Enqui Rimeng had also professed his part, albeit a small one, in the sudden death (death by umbilical-cord suffocation) of the male offspring prince Kureing, another supposed stillborn three years prior, to Lady Yinnis, Sejon's predecessor.

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The Dark Eunuch Egil Viggoaries had hastened to swiftly conclude this matter (and hopefully stave off danger) as this would be more grievously remembered by Zakhertan Yozdek; for Lady Yinnis, the once favorite of Zakhertan, had in the end succumbed to grief and lost her senses. Then one fine evening she had hung herself just before Zakhertan’s visit. Zakhertan Yozdek had been so enraged that he had ordered that entire wing of the palace be demolished, reducing all, objects, and beings, along with the memory of her, to dust.

In view of all this evidence, Egil Viggoaries had expected therefore, once the physician Enqui   Rimeng's collusion with Prince Herleif was established beyond shadow of doubt, the Crown Prince would also be indicted under the present law and placed under house arrest. But infuriatingly, the Dark Eunuch was shorn off (denied) consent to personally detain and inquisition (under torture) the ostensible criminal, prince Herleif. This had come about, because of the endorsed, timely addendum by Qarzten Caimund in the Wenjenkun’s Rules Book, which sealed off the ancient loophole in law. Thereon, only the reigning Sovereign, in this case Zakhertan, had the inherent right to pass judgement and punish any other member of the Imperial House. Still, Egil Viggoaries did not lose heart.

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(END OF SECTION 19)                                                                        

 

 

 

 

 11- LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - EVIL PERSONIFIED - SECTION 15

The newly decoded message unfortunately, had also confirmed that, Lord Shouzi Yozdek had failed to acquire (obtain) and destroy the letter, referred to as the 'prize', since he was still interested in its whereabouts. This latest bit hampered developments and, made Qarzten’s job of persecuting key culprits even more arduous: for without the incriminating object as evidence Lord Shouzi Yozdek could not be indicted and, since the letter was no longer in Egil Viggoaries's grasp, the Dark Eunuch escaped denunciation (condemnation) and charge of extortion and worse, treason, for his withholding vital information essential to National Security. 

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Of course, Qarzten Caimund had typically guessed months ago the contents of, Shouzi Yozdek’s bane, cursed extortion letter. He was mildly amused pondering on the advantages, which could still be reaped by routing (fueling) these heightened animosities into damaging, outright altercations. All the same, Qarzten knew that it would not be an easy task, as each adversary's offenses were equally grave and, with their fates so intertwined, each would rather shield the ardent foe (rival) than expose him.

Qarzten Caimund’s thoughts reverting to Nijel Pinng, Qarzten inwardly queried:  How on earth could she have attained these facts? Just what kind of organization was she a part of? Qarzten was peeved and same time amazed, at the extent of Nijel's resourcefulness. Best not to underestimate this young filly in future. Still, the gleaned information from her smitten stool pigeon was, surely erroneous. Qarzten had of course in mind, the very Eunuch in Egil Viggoaries's employ, that she had been seen cavorting under questionable circumstances; unfortunately, this lead had also gone cold, as eunuch Kanbi, had since then, mysteriously, without a trace disappeared.   

For months now, no news of him could be had anywhere in the entire Kingdom. By the time the covert search had been called off by Qarzten, it had become evident that infatuated 'Kanbi' had been a stooge (exploited)spy, planted to deceive Nijel quite unwittingly, by yet unidentified, quiet proficient faction, that zealously opposed the Dark Eunuch Egil Viggoaries.

If only they had attained any lead on that courier before he too unfortunately, had disappeared without a trace. This was quite unacceptable; their elite trackers, hence, should be reassigned to manage this job. Having made a mental note, Qarzten Caimund turned his attention back to the decoded version of the second message which read: Plan A executed successfully. Desired results with Hare achieved. Plan B will commence after elimination of unforeseen danger from Crane. This time the use of mammal and bird names, for Prince Herleif and the respected Royal Tutor Worren Youkup, deemed impertinent, put a bad taste to Qarzten’s mouth. His sharp mind had grasped at once that this farcical attempt at a clumsy assassination had all along far deeper connotations for Shouzi Yozdek than anyone else had imagined.

Qarzten still had the means to run interference against Lord Shouzi’s plan, but he could conceive of no urgent reason for a hasty attempt; meanwhile, it had become patently obvious that it was not just Worren Youkup’s reputation but his very existence (life) that was deemed expendable (a sure forfeit, a sacrifice), in this dastardly scheme.

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The implicit threat from Lord Shouzi Yozdek bent on vengeance, with the help of his strong affiliates firmly planted within the Court and throughout Capital however, warranted a more serious concern: The balance of power Qarzten had worked so hard to maintain, the stable nucleus of Government could be permanently offset (disrupted) if the corrective addendums to initial (preliminary) measures were not implemented at once.  It would require certain sacrifices, certain unorthodox measures but it had to be done. Qarzten Caimund took small comfort in knowing that as long as it was within the bounds of lawful activity the unavoidable repercussions could be kept to a minimum.

Dipping his brush to the ink, Qarzten summarily drafted demarcated (fixed) coded orders to be transferred via his assistant to the special branch later. He turned and nodded to his assistant; his adrenaline still pumping, then stood up and quickly went outside.    

Qarzten subsequently, had hastened (rushed his steps) to take care of one or two urgent matters that needed his delicate touch before his usual mid-morning audience with the Sovereign Zakhertan Yozdek. Qarzten had hoped to broach the subject yet again this day with his Highness, after he took a detour to his private quarters first, where he could attain few hours of repose, bathe and then don a change of clothing. Since he rarely slept, he found he could get by on only two hours sleep, before waking (refreshed) revitalized and eager to go. And he never, ever, remembered his dreams.

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Egil Viggoaries had at first been irate at the deemed trivial assignment (for he’d already had his hands full with other more pressing concerns); however, as he, in his discerning mind promptly deduced the culprit and her co-conspirators, he had quickly recognized the hidden potential of this case and the multitude of benefits that could be reaped from it.  Moreover, Viggoaries had always detested the sanctimonious Royal Tutor Worren Youkup and he was of course elated to learn the true extent of Tutor’s involvement in this debasing scheme.

A sinister smile enveloped his lips as he imagined the subsequent degradation of the Royal Tutor, when his being so artfully manipulated by nefarious Lady Sejon, would be made public. When Lady Sejon expectedly fell ill with an unknown malady so shortly after the unpleasantness with Worren Youkup and required the ministrations of a Royal Physician, Egil Viggoaries seized (grabbed) this opportunity to discreetly arrange for the special recruit young Enqui Rimeng, who was yet to undergo a surgery that would make him a eunuch, to be the only one available to attend to her needs.  Once this part of the ploy was implemented, he had only to leave the key players alone long enough for the predictable developments to take root.  

   

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During Lady Sejon's examination, when asked to bring forth Physician Rimeng's bag, Nijel harboring a sly aim of her own, had laid open the bag with the two specific flasks (blue in color) adjacent to others in various colors, visible in plain sight for her Ladyship to notice.   

Oblivious to this subtle coaching, Lady Sejon predictably conceived the gambit (scheme) in her mind, with her customary self-congratulation.

As it were, this medicine (a drug, in the form of a white powder) within the specific, cobalt flask was typically administered to an ailing patient, each time in small doses, as means (remedy) to strengthen a weak constitution. Caution dictated however, that in larger quantity it would cause the heart to adversely, uncontrollably palpitate and most certainly burst a major artery (blood vessel). Taken orally, it was odorless and tasteless especially when mixed with sweets. More importantly, it was undetectable in post-mortem examination, unless suspicion warranted the specific tests to be conducted immediately or, within the first two hours of death. Who would suspect the cause of sudden demise of a seventy-year-old, stout, industrious Royal Tutor, to be anything other than a heart attack? This ripe opportunity, hence, was not to be missed; therefore, after discreetly conveying her wishes to Nijel, Sejon had feigned dizziness and collapsed quite convincingly into the handsome young physician's arms.

Despite the compulsory professional decorum, the hot-blooded young physician’s senses were inescapably (unavoidably) swayed by her innate, intoxicatingly sensual perfume; moreover, absolutely besotted by her coquettish smile, Enqui’s face flushed crimson and his heart pounded so wildly that he thought it would simply burst right out of his chest.

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While Enqui Rimeng fought hard against the raging hormones stirred up by this effective diversion, Nijel Pinng had quickly pilfered (swiped, stolen) one of the cobalt (caerulean) flasks from the bag and shifted the rest around to disguise the gap it left.

 Enqui with a timorous (bashful, nervous) demeanor, promptly concluded his examination, made a hasty diagnosis, and then reached for the bag to dispense the appropriate prescription. Nijel's efforts at concealment proved unnecessary as young physician Enqui Rimeng was too ruffled to notice that anything was amiss.

Afterwards, he abruptly snapped the bag shut and practically ran out of Lady Sejon's chamber lest (in fear that), he would commit serious breach of propriety.  

Later that evening Nijel had completed (finalized) rest of Sejon’s explicit instructions, returning at night to report her triumph, unaware that patient spies had observed and documented her every move.

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Minister of Internal Security Egil Viggoaries, for usual outlet, had often sported in private tournaments with the deadliest convicted criminals destined for the gallows. This late afternoon’s barbarian outlaw, a giant of a man (foreign lawbreaker) being a noteworthy adversary, before his inevitable demise had succeeded in inflicting a deep gash, a serious wound, in Egil Viggoaries’s left forearm. And so, this evening as Egil Viggoaries was being tended by his personal physician, Surgeon Mosek, who was busy patching up the cut in the most feared Eunuch’s forearm without the aid of sedative as it was Viggoaries’s way, Viggoaries (showing no indication of stress,) in his mind’s eye was actually re-living the most thrilling aspects of the prior combat, the likes of which he had not encountered in quite a long while.

An indistinct shudder of pleasure passed through him, every so often, as he recalled the key highlights, the five or six near-death experiences he had had: latest memorable one, at the precipice of the icy falls, when death’s breath fell on him during the lethal combat. The adversary in this case was a particularly agile one for one his size and, his skill in wielding his deadly weapon had been truly magnificent.

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Those hands, like bearpaws, solid muscle and powerful, the way they had gripped his neck at one point and, how impressive it had been, the way that weather worn face had twisted with pure unadulterated, murderous rage. The articulated (expressed) utter contempt…those menacing, flame-darting, ice-blue eyes…! Ahh, it was utterly glorious!

Even now, it sent ripples of (tingling) shivers down the Dark Eunuch’s spine and he got goosebumps, simply thinking of it: a bit more pressure and he could have torn out his esophagus (pharynx, throat). A longing sigh escaped Dark Eunuch’s taut (stretched), trembling lips, as he akin experienced the glorious, intoxicating dread.

At brink of death, such times he truly savored his own otherwise dreary (boring) life, his else tedious (dull) mortality; how thrilling it was to be so near to being extinguished by the talons of the swooping (looming) Death!

He knew it was a perverse sense, but Viggoaries had such an insatiable and intoxicating hunger rising in him then, wanting to devour, to absorb his nemesis’ soul, crunching on his bones then sending him straight to Hell, to be tormented and enslaved for all eternity.

But then, Egil Viggoaries dispassionately shrugged and grimaced menacingly, alas, how quickly it had all ended. He was bit angry with himself, for expecting it to be any different; predictably, even in that other unrelated incident, when the odds had been so stacked against him, hadn’t he still won? Life was getting too monotonous; for he always triumphed.   

Of course, Egil Viggoaries could have attained indefinite pardon for the man, to be used and tortured repeatedly, after all his crime, gruesome as it had been, was nevertheless an act of self defense. However, the Dark Eunuch knew there would be others in this one’s wake, hopefully, more ferocious, and more deadly. That recently subjugated uncharted territory, populated by violent, proud race of Tunker, their whole existence revolving around warring and retribution, was just ripe for the picking; Egil Viggoaries could still have his ample supply to satisfy his innate craving for extreme barbarity and violent cruelty.

It was possible that one day, he might be pleasantly surprised. A searing pain from his arm shooting up to his brain just then, turned his attention back to the matters at hand. Egil Viggoaries looked down at the physician-surgeon who was bent on working furiously to complete the unpleasant task with beads of perspiration forming on his forehead.

 

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"You are too damn slow!"  Egil snorted in disgust, knowing full well the meticulousness of the surgery being performed was most trying especially in these most unorthodox conditions. Ordinarily Surgeon Mosek would have had assistance and a plethora of equipment to fall back on.  

Mosek held (caught) his breath, as the blood in his veins turned to ice. At least the Dark Eunuch had not called him ‘incompetent.’    

 Mosek steeled himself, careful to maintain his abject, professional decorum, as he worked around the major arteries; he continued on with vigor and a certain diligence, pushing aside the terror that had gripped his heart, mindful of his predecessor's sudden, untimely cruel death under much the same circumstances, because, even after such a long, faithful service, he had been unlucky enough to have incurred Viggoaries's sudden displeasure (wrath).  A grunt, a complaining breath, and, in an instant his life too, would be forfeit just like Nevek; he was such a brilliant surgeon mentor too.

 

(END OF SECTION 15)

 

 

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