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Date Posted: 08:10:40 03/01/00 Wed
Author: Belamore
Subject: Canaday Castle: Day 2-Keecadoran


Queen Tillanova-Keecadoran

Queen Tillanova moved from her royal bed in the secret chamber, her legs
wobbled and weaved like a newborn colt. She staggered to the chair
gathering her wardrobe on the way and dressed, putting her wig on
backwards. She stared back at the bed at the young hero, Troy Devega
(Borg). "That one I shall keep." She stood, turned and walked into the
door with a thud.

The chamber guard banged the door into her and rushed in, knocking her
over.

"My queen, forgive me." The guard stuttered and reached to help the
queen up.

She slapped at his hand. "Never touch the royal person you clumsy
cow!!" She struggled to get up. "Help me up you fool!"

"I heard a noise..."

"Silence!" She pushed him away as soon as she stood on her own. A
second guard appeared at the door, averting his eyes away from the
muscled leg sticking out from the royal sheets.

"Your majesty, the royal coach has arrived," the second guard said
looking at the floor.

"So! Am I going some where?" She twisted her wig around looking at her
reflection and scowling at the evil taste in her mouth.

"You instructed me to inform you when Keecadoran arrived, your majesty."

"Yes, yes." She rinsed her mouth with wine, gargled and spit in the
corner. "You may go," She said and followed them out and went into the
royal potty-powder chamber.

In the courtyard Keecadoran in her conjured form of the young and
beautiful Siranah, stepped down from the coach with the ogling coachmen
each taking one of her hands.

She winked at both of them as she went into the nursemaid's room next to
the kitchens.

Inside she sent the nursemaid to fetch certain herbs, spices and roots
after she examined Mirrabelles' dragon-child.

The queen entered, her face powder like a mime with a dotted mole in the
corners of both sides of her wide mouth. "You are not Keecadoran!"

"I am Siranah, Keecadorans' apprentice. I know all she knows. She is
ill your highness."
Siranah touched the queens' face with a soft and loving touch. "You are
a wonder of beauty your majesty," she said and walked to the door and
closed it. She turned and smiled at the queen. "It is a pity that age
shall mar such a face and magnificent body."

"Hmmff! I shall die long before I grow old." The queen laughed and
looked in the crib at the boy. "But not before I raise this boy and
learn the secrets of the dragon life span. And with your help I will
remain this age for years using potions made from his blood...Keecadoran
told me as much. And the child and I shall rule the kingdom without
those fools who rule it now."

"Ah, but the dragon serum must be taken daily. I can stay your beauty
for the rest of your natural life in one spell. All you need do is sign
this scroll." Siranah unclipped the scroll from the golden chain around
her neck.

"What shall I be signing." She looked in the mirror.

"Watch the mirror deeply, your majesty. You will see your future and
how you shall age in a very long, long life ahead." Siranah waved her
hand and the mirror glowed. Siranah's green eye twitched and watered
and she had to sit, weakened by the magic.

The queen watched for a moment then turned away in horror. "Enough!
Enough! I will sign." She took the scroll and the quill from the
table.

"You understand that you shall be signing away your soul." Siranah said
plainly, it had to be understood or the signature was invalid.

"Yes, yes, I understand. My soul isn't worth a damn anyway." She
signed.

Siranah replaced the scroll around her neck and plunged her dagger into
the queens' heart.

In horror and the agony of shock and surprise the queen fell to her
knees..."But you..."

"I said you would never age and you have your beauty now for eternity,
my queen." She kneed the queen away and let her fall. Siranah looked
into the mirror and watched as her face changed to Keecadoran and then
to the face and body of Queen Tillanova. Both eyes flickered and she
grew faint. She took the last of the dragon potion and her eyes glowed
stronger, still one green and one red. "Guards she called," after her
wardrobe had become the royal garb.

The guards rushed in to find Siranah on the floor with the dagger in
her heart.

"This woman tried to assassinate me. Remove her body and feed it to the
dogs." She watched as they did her bidding. Then summoned one of the
young coachmen in.

"Yes your highness." He knelt.

"What is your name?"

"Bergenshark, your majesty."

"Bergenshark...do you pledge your life and your very soul to me?" She
unclipped the scroll.

"Of course your majesty, without question."

"Good, then sign your pledge here." She handed him the scroll and he
made his X without hesitation. "Escort me to the coach."

Outside she instructed two guards to guard the child well and told them
that when the nursemaid returned she was to stay with the child; she
waved to Justin up on the parapet with Sir Talorone. "Driver! To the
opera house and do not spare the whips."

....continued

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