13- LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR - SECTION 7

BOOK 13- LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC – THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR – SECTION 7

01- STHETOR IMMORTAL (17)JP

 

The powerful alien immortal Sthetor unseen, from the clouds had been for some time now quietly observing the intriguing set of events, which had been transpiring on the mountain where Lord Asger, Nevetsecnuac’s wife Tekuob, and his children, the toddler twins resided.

The complicated human family dynamics, specifically the peril in the name of Egil Viggoaries, the seething animosity of the prodigal son, had at first mildly diverted Sthetor’s base imagination. As he watched the scene unfold however, other key (strategic, advantageous) factors tallied up in Sthetor’s calculating, diabolical mind; meanwhile, he had concurrently (simultaneously) become aware of the prominence of these trifling mortal beings, explicitly the mortal wife of Nevetsecnuac.

She could, if nothing else, be utilized as an effective tool for negotiating a leverage, a bargaining chip or simply to subjugate or quell (control, defeat) Nevetsecnuac at that critical future altercation.

It was on that basis that Sthetor (who held all mortals in contempt) had eventually decided on an apt interference; consequently, his arresting (halting, postponing) her certain demise.

02- IMMORTAL STHETOR TAKES TEKUOB TO A REMOTE, MAGICAL ISLAND (24)

Afterwards, Immortal Sthetor had swiftly whisked her away to a remote, supernaturally (mystically) hidden island in midst of a vast (immense) ocean, where the towering mountain peaks perpetually lay hidden by the dense miasma (fog, clouds).

In a secure facility, top of an ancient tower, she was thence (covertly) incarcerated for an indefinite (unspecified) period till she served her purpose, feasibly by then abetting Sthetor’s slated (planned) impending lofty ambitions.

03- TEKUOB A PRISONER, ON ISLAND, MISSING HER CHILDREN (62)

Tekuob’s position (inmate status) during this period, was to be a little better than an abject prisoner, though a carefully monitored one and diligently guarded by the remarkably intelligent, intuitive, antediluvian hairy creatures immense in size, with canine fangs, long sharp talons (claws) and sporting a long tale. These gentle giants also shared the same genome characteristics of pale blue orbs as eyes and high ridged (patrician) noses; the male species however had long white furs, while the female ones had dark greyish cobalt (cerulean) fur and were much smaller in size.

These robust sentinels towering well over nine feet, called Wolfgarous, were the original inhabitants of this island. An island that existed, since time immemorial between two spheres of existence, the surreal (supernatural, unearthly, mystical) and the real (actual) tangible world.

It is also important to note that Wolfgarous (these naïve and trusting creatures) had once been, for a short duration ruled (enslaved) by a small group of domineering, demigods (superbeings) Kentors.

03- TEKUOB A PRISONER, ON ISLAND, MISSING HER CHILDREN (62)

A faction of Kentors, on route to known mercantile continent, for a decade had been hopelessly lost at sea and then quite by accident driven by violent storms, (landed) chanced on this island and from thereon, decided to set up permanent root there.

These Kentors were not benevolent, far from it, they were truculent (pugnacious), belligerent beings; during the ensued century Kentor’s established hierarchy had spun spells and, by design kept the indigenous (native) Wolfgarous race from evolving into higher form. The twenty elite members of Kentors, meanwhile, for a time had collectively governed this island, siphoning and hording the riches for their own sole use.

The enslaved Wolfgarous suffered ineffable barbarisms during this time, particularly in subterranean coalfields and silver mines, and consequently, their numbers had dwindled (reduced).

Peaceful coexistence, however, had never been part of Kentor’s dogma (code, tenet); subsequently, this warmongering race before long was again embroiled in internal turmoil which tore apart what had been established (built). Consequently, the ongoing internal strife (rivalry, discord) and the resultant catastrophic purges, all but destroyed (eliminated) the domination of the ruling aristocracy of Kentor’s and their descendants. By the time the dust and ash had settled, there remained no sole elite bloodline, nor a single living ordinary Kentor at all, on the island.

The indomitable (tough, steadfast) rebel force of Wolfgarous, meanwhile, surviving these catastrophic times and the ensued devastating expunges (eliminations), once freed from their oppressors, they had later undergone a significant evolutionary divide:

One branch still calling themselves Wolfgarous, the robust (stout) gentle giants, became the noble warriors and sentinels. They did all the necessary menial work, maintained peace and order, and lived simply and plainly.

05- WOLFGAROUS - JP 111

The other, the kind that had ambition and so evolved markedly different, stepped into the void left by the Kentors and assumed the new role of ecclesiastical (clerical, priestly) aristocracy (gentry, the new ruling class,) and they were called Terekons.

The apostolic segregated group Terekons, who had by then additionally lost all excessive body hair, fangs, talons, their prominent tale and good part of the old dragon genome characteristics, presently dwelled in high (altitude) elevations and in caves or in hidden temples- sturdy sarsen structures buried amidst dense forests- never seeing the sunlight, for they had by then converted into an entirely different nocturnal species.

Terekons, who had also been transformed into cerebral (logical, analytical), magical entities but now resembled humans, all had pallid (ghostly white) complexion, long white hairs (sometimes white beards), and pointy ears. They had extensively longer lifespans than ordinary mortals, but not as long as the Wofgarous; and, their spoken dialects, sometimes used clairvoyantly, were unknown to any other earthly species. Under the long white gowns they had specific mark, a tattoo on upper chest which at specific times, depending on the cycle of the moon, flared up, announcing that they could then interrupt their lifestyle of celibacy, revert to by choice either gender, then mate (copulate), a required functionality to continue their species.

06- TEREKONS, THE APOSTOLIC EVOLVED GROUP THAT LIVES IN CAVES  (46)

Erroneously, meanwhile, both Wofgarous and the Terekons held the belief that Sthetor was an omnipotent God, who from time to time visited the island to guide the devout congregates (religious flocks) which had set up alters and doggedly worshipped him.

Sthetor had of course a specific future use for these beings; for the time being, however, he had played along; and, to continue perpetuating their belief, Almighty Sthetor when appropriately bribed, once in a while even deigned to perform miracles or fulfilled their (wolfgarous and Terekons’s) reasonable wishes.

Be that as it may, it is important to note at this point, however, that Immortal Sthetor from the very start had disdained (spurned, looked down on) the Wolfarous, deeming them inferior (substandard, defective), primordial creatures not worth his bother. He furthermore despised (scorned) them for their lack of aspiration and confounded way of contact (communicating); nevertheless, he still used them, in this case to guard and monitor Tekuob.

Understanding this fact, Tekuob was careful to conceal her actual high regard for these terribly underestimated and snubbed species; as well, her gradually (painstakingly) amassed vital facts (info), gained useful traits, and at least three advantageous feats (accomplishments)… For she had not given up the desire of escaping Sthetor’s clutches.

Wolfarous’s unusual, biological Vocal cords (also called vocal folds- which are two bands of elastic muscle tissue and mucous membrane located inside the larynx at the top of the windpipe, the trachea) as it were, had impeded (hindered) their, akin to human vernacular; though they still laudably (meritoriously) communicated via ingeniously devised (concocted, invented) sign-language. Additionally, they utilized variation of grunts, howls, and other animalistic sounds to effectively convey true intent, threat, warning or, simply to converse (talk chat).

Bigoted Sthetor had naturally misjudged (miscalculated) the complexity of their exchange; having no such jaundiced (cynical) opinions against Wolfarous however, Tekuob marvelled at the intricacies of this, most challenging way of discourse (dialog). Moreover, driven by curiosity, she therefore, began astutely analyzing, studying (learning), observing (probing), and then experimenting in mimicking (imitating, mirroring) their typical natter.

07- WOLFGAROUS CONVERSING (6) JP

It had taken Tekuob good seven or eight months to fully comprehend this most remarkably complex (multifaceted) and arduous sign-language and chinwag; however, (owing to her high intelligence) once she had mastered it, from then on, she had been able to effectively communicate with her captures. Thus, Tekuob no longer felt vulnerable or forlorn, furthermore, she had gradually won them over.

Wolfarous sentinels’ increasing high regard for her, plus their mutual distrust of Sthetor, worked to Tekuob’s advantage; the sentinels now provided (fed) Sthetor innocuous or false intelligence while they genuinely protected her from Sthetor’s malevolent whims and deleterious (harmful, toxic) orders.

Tekuob, by then had also approached a particularly intelligent, upright, gallant and kind guard named Koever. He was, as near as it could be understood, a sole survivor of a noble clan of Wolfarous, a secret (anonymous, hidden) prince, who carried within him therefore a genome from an ancient bloodline that was long extinct.

Koever had been initially standoffish and unsociable; besides being much younger than the rest of her guards assigned to her, he was inherently bashful (wary, cautious) and reticent (silent, reserved) a sentry. Then, she had noticed little oddities about him, some endearing characteristics, which made her trust him even more; and so, she had persisted with her approach, and in time it had paid off. Because of their mutual innate curiosity and atypical (uncommon) thirst for knowledge, as they learned of each other’s worlds, they became secret friends (chums), and in time their friendship bond grew.

Koever being overly generous in nature, he would periodically gift Tekuob rare treats from his own reserves; though these morsels of sustenance (foodstuff) and liquids (nectars and fruit drinks) were alien in taste, they were still markedly more palatable (delicious) and nutritious. She was therefore most appreciative of his thoughtful gestures and thanked him profusely, which made Koever in turn, as near as it could be, blush (embarrassed); thus ensued, his prompt gesture of dismissal, as he was unaccustomed to gratitude and being truly seen (understood).

08-  KOEVER (WOLFGAROUS GUARD) BRINGS TREATS TO TEKUOB (8) JP6

One ordinary (normal) afternoon when they happened to be alone and, during their usual discourse Koever’s thumb, just then had accidentally brushed (touched) Tekuob’s hand: he froze instantly and his expression grew grim, for he had just then sensed that Tekuob had a special kind of poison, from a viper bite, which still coursed in her veins that might one day without probable cause, beget her hazarding ramifications, eventually resulting in her death.

“What is it?” Tekuob with concern, motioned (asked).

“Have you ever been bitten by a poisonous snake?” Koever hastily gestured (signed).

“Yes, some time ago, a Dakoe viper, however, I overcame it.” She answered him, her eyes meeting his, curiously searching his stern gaze, then asked, using the same sign language. “Why?”

He silently studied her for a while, then somberly shook his head then motioned: “The poison is still in you, coursing through your veins and damaging your constitution.” Then he grew even more serious and dejectedly looked away.

“You must be mistaken; I feel perfectly fine.” Tekuob, was about to protest, but he held up his hand to stop her signing, then communicated: “That may be true for now but…” He paused, for he did not wish to frighten her. The anxiety and the serious disquiet in his demeanor, and the frantic way of his subsequent sign language, told her more than he was willing to relay. She urged him to be frank with her and not hold back.

Reluctantly he nodded; thence, swiftly, and succinctly, conveyed the rest of what he knew.

“So, I am doomed; it’s only a matter of time before I’ll be…”

“Not necessarily.” He rushed to reassure her; then fell abruptly still while his pensive gaze focused on a distant point. Inwardly he was debating how much he could tell her, and besides, he was not certain it would work. He did not wish to raise her hopes then dash them; worst still, instead of curing her, it might hasten her end (death)!

She had, meanwhile, patiently waited for him to resolve his inner dilemma. He stealthily once or twice glanced at her. Tekuob was so stoic and endearingly trustful of him!

Koever’s heart ached; in the end he knew he must try, for he would do anything to keep her alive.

09- TEKUOB AND  WOLFGAROUS (3)JP

Subsequently, he communicated to her without reserve and, revealed Wolfarous’s closely guarded secret. Tekoub then learned how some Wolfarous carried a genetic marker in their blood, which had healing properties. However, as Wolfarous had not dealt with her species before, he could not predict the outcome of it; hence, he had hesitated.

He had simultaneously and prudently chosen to remain silent about the other secret: the fact that, a royal Wolfarous’s blood (which he carried) was most detrimental (perilous) to certain races, such as Kongruls of the Race of Karn, that he knew of, which incidentally, Sthetor was one. That a single drop of his blood was enough to kill an omnipotent immortal such as him.

“We won’t know unless we give it a try.” She had signed, drawing Koever’s attention just then, and then smiled at him encouragingly, with that absolute ray of faith (hope) registering in her bright eyes. Tekuob had quickly followed it with a question: “But would it hurt too much?”

He let out a sound that sounded like a surprise chuckle. And then shook his head; his meaning was clear, not at all.

“Let’s do it now then… why delay it.”  

Koever gazed at her admiringly. She was so brave, so wonderful …. Then reached over to gently take her hand and turned it over. But again, he hesitated, then looked at her questioningly, “Are you certain? You do not want to think it over… A day or two perhaps?” He gestured.

Understanding his meaning, she firmly nodded, “Yes, I’ m sure; let us do it now, before I lose my nerve.” And held out her open palm.

Koever, using his baby finger’s talon (long claw, fingernail), which was sharp as any blade, gently pricked the skin of her palm, just a tiny cut; subsequently, he bit the tip (flesh) of his thumb, and from it an extracted (obtained) single drop of blood was then allowed to fall onto her tiny cut (laceration) which instantly was absorbed. His tongue carrying his saliva lightly brushed over the cut and instantly sealed it. He exhaled a breath and stepped back. He had never done this before; he was as much in the dark about the outcome as she.

There was an instant sensation of searing heat which coursed through Tekuob’s veins and soon engulfed her entire body. Her cheeks flushed red and for a second or so, she felt the overwhelming intense fever that reach every molecule in her body and same time dizzied her. She swayed a little but fought to check the horrible pain and the feeling of vertigo; nevertheless, her head swam (something fierce), she saw swirling stars Infront of her eyes, desisted the strong urge to vomit (retch, puke) and then her eyelids dropped and she closed her eyes tight. All this had happened within a millisecond, though it had felt like hours to her.

But then just as quickly the sensations receded and for a second or two, she became ice cold. She shivered uncontrollably at which point concern overriding propriety, Koever had moved forward to engulf her in his massive arms and body. He pressed her to his bosom and held her there tightly. They had never been this close before and if she were not so cold (frozen), she would have blushed, deeming this inappropriate. Instead, she felt comforted as though nestled in a plush blanket and her breathing eased. A brief time later, all had reverted to normal, and both sensing this, timorously (bashfully, timidly) and abruptly they pulled apart to that safe distance which they had always maintained.

Then nervously, indicating “May I?” and receiving permission (her ascending nod), Koever reached one more time to cup her tiny hand in his massive one; and for a time, he simply listened to her pulsing lifeforce… The now, virile, strong, vibrant chi.

Afterwards, Koever had happily confirmed (sensed) that all traces of the venom had entirely dissipated from her bloodstream and organs (entire body). 

“It worked!” The relief on his face was palpable; he smiled with utter delight.

Tekuob meanwhile, had never felt this good before; though nothing had changed on the outside, she still looked the same, internally she had undergone (on the cellular level) minute measure of transformation (modification, variation); and, it was enough that she now was far sturdier and healthier than she had ever been. There were also other marked advantages: Her hearing, sight, senses were so acute and miraculously, wonderous.

“You have saved my life; you are now my benefactor.” She gestured her meaning.  Unfortunately, there is a catch…” She feigned worry. “A life saved is a life owed…And so, from hereon your life might be even harder, as you now will be responsible for me.” Pursing her lips, she jested; to lighten this deeply intense moment.

      Koever could not restrain his chuckle as it had already escaped his lips; then he laughed without abandon, after which he signed: “I expected that; no good deed goes unpunished. “

They both laughed heartily after that…

 

Nor was this the only time he had saved (extended) Tekuob’s precious life. At least three other instances (this time however, keeping her ignorant of it) Koever had quietly interceded and spared Tekuob from near-miss dire harms from the recalcitrant (errant, delinquent) sentry (one in particular, one called Derrakon), an affiliate of a secret brotherhood, whose members craved power and other unsavory things, which had also the secret backing of Sthetor.

 

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 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 26

 On the evening of the day that Qarzten Caimund and Lenny Sukzor had both at dawn departed from Channing, Minister of Ceremony Zaur Stugr conducting business as usual in his secret offices, had next received Kozur affiliate (member) Qunen Yummer.

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As Zaur had listened with due patience to Qunen’s lengthy report, in his mind's eye Zaur could not help but envision all the committed, ghastly, disturbing acts/atrocities at the hand of that blood thirsty Egil Viggoaries.

Zaur was both relieved and quietly intrigued to hear next, however, when at dawn of this very day the Dark Eunuch had again gone down to the subterranean dungeons to further torment Nijel Pinng but had instead, discovered her lifeless, headless body.

Deprived of this pleasure, Egil Viggoaries’s subsequent reaction had been fierce. Imagining the mayhem, Zaur could not hide the manifest slight grin on his lips; though, he continued to listen with an unreadable stone expression and learned how as consequence, all Hell had broken loose, quietly of course, within the ranks of the Black Molochs.  

Zaur, thinking back on the pre-dawn’s (daybreak’s) minutes now quietly contemplated, “Soon as he had woken up this morning, he had sensed something grave in the air!

Zaur Stugr, briefly and pensively looked away, before pinning his gaze back on Qunen Yummer who, incessantly (nonstop) stated the subsequent succinct details of his report.

Now, admittedly, this was the most charitable course for Nijel Pinng; but who had dared, more specifically, who had accomplished such an impossible feat?   Zaur inwardly queried; he knew that security had always been rigorous in that segment of subterranean dungeons and that it had always been impenetrable for any unsanctioned breach (gap, entry).

Zaur Stugr, again, while landing a half ear to the report, cogitated:  A while back Kozur elite force had tried but in vain, to rescue one of their valued secret agents from the clutches of that despised, dastardly Eunuch. Sadly, the mole (infiltrator) in the end had died stoically, without giving Egil Viggoaries what he was after (wanted).  

Zaur’s attention abruptly just then reverted to Qunen, when he heard him say, “Forgive me Chief for my omitting lone factor prior, as I could not decide whether or not it held any significance…"     

Qunen Yummer had then momentarily paused to receive an affirmative nod from Zaur, before resuming, his voice lowered only by a fraction. "After Minister Lenny Sukzor’s undoubtedly grueling meeting at small hours with Egil Viggoaries, and subsequently, at dawn this morning, before his prompt departure from the Capital that is, I had covertly observed for a spell a rather unexpected and odd reaction of his…This had happened you see when Lenny Sukzor was alone with me in his study, overseeing some last-minute details." 

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"What kind of reaction?" Zaur Stugr impatiently cutting Qunen off with a sharp gesture of his hand, curtly asked.  

"Well, sir, when one of the crystal figurines, the one Her Ladyship had presented him with on his last birthday, in his haste was bumped onto the floor from the mantelpiece, Lenny bent over to pick up the decapitated head, not the body; and I caught just then the strange gleam (twinkle) in his eyes. I knew that figurine held special sentimental value to him, yet at that moment his expression showed no remorse for his carelessness, only relief. His eyes (focus) meanwhile had stayed glued to it for a spell. He unmistakably was thinking of something else.”    

"Are you suggesting that perhaps it was he who intervened?" Zaur Stugr tad regaled (amused), eyed Qunen Yummer quizzically. “What an intriguing concept!”    

Qunen Yummer’s face flushed (reddened) feeling for a spell rather foolish; but then with a lowered gaze pondered the question carefully before answering, “No!" and then shook his head with definite conviction in the end. "He would not dare; however, he could be in some ways indirectly involved, sir."    

“Highly unlikely,” Zaur Stugr nevertheless on the outset nodding, mused. “No. Lenny Sukzor would not undertake such callous risk (action). He had too much at stake. He certainly would not jeopardize it all over an insignificant being (spy).”    

Since Qunen Yummer had again stopped, Zaur signaled for him to continue with the rest of his report. Whilst Zaur Stugr listened on, he pondered on Lenny's sudden departure under these mysterious circumstances, anticipating that it had a far-reaching political significance. The fact that he was headed in the opposite direction from Qarzten Caimund after their private conference last night, carried intriguing inference (connotation) and it made it worth looking into it, a bit more extensively.  Just the same, Zaur had already assigned two of his best agents to tail Lenny and send reports back on his activities; while he waited for the results, Zaur would utilize few other avenues to uncover Lenny's true/actual (objective) mission.   

Sometime later, armed with his new instructions Qunen Yummer, had left Minister Zaur Stugr’s offices, and blending into the shadows under the starless night, swiftly made his way back to Lenny Sukzor’s mansion.   

    

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Burning the midnight oil that same night, Sovereign Zakhertan Yozdek was overseeing four other grievous matters that needed his immediate attention. He had worked tirelessly most of the night, desisting going to bed, for of late the moment he’d laid down his head on the pillow his mind at once raced with day’s pesky unfinished tasks, as there was so much one could fit in a day’s agenda; and if he was fortunate enough to catch forty winks, without fail his sleep would then be assailed by incessant, grotesque nightmares.  

Though Zakhertan Yozdek would never outwardly admit it, he had already missed the invaluable company of Qarzten Caimund and their rather intense, exhilarating, sometimes philosophical, but always highly cerebral, nightly repartee that provided him with small degree relief at the end of a typically wearing, sometimes trying day.

His thoughts abruptly turning to disinherited Prince Herleif, Zakhertan angrily looked away. The ignoble son, who had been nothing but a disappointment from day one, could simply rot in jail for all he cared, but eventually Zakhertan knew that he would have to execute him. That part did not disturb him as much as the dread that Herleif would shame him further when he faced the hour of his end, for Prince Herleif had always been innately deficit in both courage and honour.

 

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Zakhertan had even considered dispatching his assassins to the subterranean dungeon to finish him off quietly in the dead of night, but part of him still wanted to further punish this reprehensible spawn, therefore, no easy death for him for being such ignominy to Zakhertan. This thought unfortunately brought to his mind another disappointment, Lord Shouzi Yozdek, a relative that Zakhertan had once actually respected and bore certain affections (fondness) to.    

A second cousin from the paternal side of the family and only four years Zakhertan’s senior, as children the two had been (inseparable) thick-as-thieves. In fact, during the memorable period prior to and up till puberty, the mischievous duo that shared similar characteristics and interests, had embarked on more than fifty hair-raising adventures, each of which to date Zakhertan fondly remembered, to nosh (nourish) their innate, perverse appetite for carnage.   

The unleashed zest for bedlam and violence had (ultimately) paved the way later for Zakhertan to achieve his utmost ambition. Alas, change being inevitable, Shouzi during his teens had sadly undergone a drastic, inexplicable conversion (change) in character, which to date Zakhertan did not know the cause or reasons for it. All the same, Shouzi had readily each time answered Zakhertan Yozdek’s call to arms and, it had been Shouzi who had without fail bolstered Zakhertan Yozdek during those difficult campaigning years, making it possible for him to ascent steadily in power.

Zakhertan now pondered with a leaden heart how in all those years Shouzi, with his estimable courage, loyalty and prowess, had once been a valuable kin and an intimate friend, fighting alongside him, when Zakhertan one by one toppled (eradicated) all opposition, vanquished all his nemesis and consolidated his power to establish his present, enduring and omnipotent reign (dynasty, empire).

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Zakhertan Yozdek, moreover, had never forgotten how Shouzi at a crucial juncture once, had mounted a daring rescue and delivered him from the clutches (jaws) of death, after Zakhertan because of his overestimation, had been caught in a terrible ambush. His life had been spared because of Shouzi’s intrepid feat and for that, Zakhertan owed him a life; hence, the reason for his present, troubled mind, and pained conscience, having already initiated the only viable recourse, to curb (if not stop) Lord Shouzi Yozdek’s future objective (aim).

How swiftly time had passed; how capriciously family and friendship bonds went astray!

Zakhertan did not know this, but he stood at the cusp (threshold, verge) of more akin perfidies (betrayals) from those he trusted the most.

Zakhertan Yozdek had always presumed (believed) that he was a great judge of character and astute observer; he could spot a fake sincerity or sham loyalty from slightest shift in nuances (tones, hints, tinges) of facet (face, characteristics) or mien (demeanor, aspect) of any Royal family member or a liege subject (pledged, vassal, warrior, official, aristocrat or a plebian) in his kingdom. He knew he had never stinted with his gratitude and recompense of any good deed. Zakhertan, besides which, had bestowed far more favors on that unappreciative (surly ingrate) truculent (insolent) and audacious Lord Shouzi (a second cousin), than he’d done for anyone else.

And, he had raised no objection to Lord Shouzi’s third son Konnur’s nuptial’s (marriage) to Lamont Gudaren’s daughter Arabel, which had established a strong, mutually beneficial bond between the Lord and the Prime Minister; albeit this shrewd political maneuvering, had warranted Zakhertan’s perpetual, close monitoring of their coalition (association, link) over the past years.

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Moreover, last ten or more years, Zakhertan had been more than generous and lenient with Lord Shouzi Yozdek’s other akin, political, and economic transactions (maneuverings), allowing the Lord to amass his present, copious wealth, and influence.

   

Then what had happened? What grievance had been at the root, that so propelled Shouzi, a once close friend, to turn on him? Zakhertan with disdain pushed aside the stack of documents before him on his desk and then letting out a long, exasperated breath, he eased his weary back into the cushioned chair.

Deep down of course he knew the basis of Lord’s dissension, though he refused to admit Lord Shouzi's apparent weakness and his recent indifference. Until recently Shouzi had been dependable kin, an ardent loyal friend and a good vassal, whose analytical mind and actions had always been ruled by logic. He had proven that more times than Zakhertan cared to remember it. All that had changed however when Shouzi’s eldest son Wasmund, having been found guilty of mutinous political views and his reckless association with the known rebel group, was incarcerated and subsequently executed. By rights Lord Shouzi should have understood his (Zakhertan’s) obtaining confirmation much too late of the boy’s inadvertent part in that conspiracy. But then, Wosmund could be said to have brought that misfortune upon himself; for the young upstart brazenly and passionately in military court had defended (championed) the culpable faction's right to rebel! He’d called him a barbaric Narcissist! Imagine that! Besides these unpardonable offences Wosmund had furthermore, blatantly renumerated in thundering voice, the insurrectionist’s novel grievances (list of criticisms and objections) against the present regime, which had been fought and lost two years prior by the movement's cofounder, Zakhertan Yozdek’s beloved son Prince Qijerrik. The old wounds rehashed, despite Lord Shouzi's entreaties (to Zakhertan) to grant his twenty-year-old son a reprieve, a life for a life in exchange for the debt Zakhertan had owed him, Wosmund had to be made an example of and so, was duly decapitated.     

 So, what, Zakhertan Yozdek scoffed. At least he was not quartered.

Besides, Zakhertan’s loss had been far greater; for he had lost his beloved Qijerrik at the tender age of fifteen. But even after the swift execution of all suspected instigators and participants, the insurgency far from being quelled at the root, had in fact arisen anew in four years in two isolated pockets of the nation, threatening to mushroom into another fully fledged rebellion. These budding malcontent dissidents had to be at all costs suppressed (crushed); subsequently, after Qarzten Caimund’s effective and precise (efficient) measures, Wenjenkun had enjoyed the four years of stability and peace.  

 

 

(END OF SECTION 26)