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Date Posted: 11:28:52 11/22/99 Mon
Author: Belamore
Subject: King Morticane & Keecadoran

Morticane wakes from the tortured sleep of a godless man. His
nightblouse clinging with sweat. He screams in terror as his brother
hops towards him wielding a bloody leg ...he wakes screaming in the high
pitch of a woman.

The chamber guards burst through the door and he screams even more and
dives under his blankets and pillow pleading, "Please don't kill me,
please don't kill me." The guards back quietly out of the room and
slowly close the it to resume their posts.

Peeking out from under his refuge Morticane emerges, eyes darting about
the room. Nothing but a crow in the window sill. Adjusting his double
hernias he slides carefully to the edge of the bed and lowers the gaused
foot inflamed with gout to the floor while feeling for his puffy
slipper with the other. His face is swollen with the ache of a stupid
wisdom tooth, rotting in his head. From the mazor by his bed he
splashes water in his face and finishes a beaker of warm, stale ale.
Then fights the cork in a bottle of aged wine until he wins and drinks
half the bottle down, letting it fizz and bubble over and down his hand.

"Dolimite!!!" he calls and calls again. He screams her name. He
watches the crow on the sill watching him. He turns to open the chamber
door but stops, sensing a presence in the room. He wheels
around, feeling the pains in his foot and holds the bottle and club.

The crow is gone and Janora is standing there.

"Janora, you old hag, do you bring me remedy for my tooth and gout?" He
drinks from the bottle.

"Janora, Janora, Janora!!" Keecadoran snarls and coughs. "I am forever
in her shadow. Look at my eyes. Are they the color of the sky? No. I
am Keecadoran..." she cackled. "the holder of your soul." She
snatched the bottle from his shaking fingers and drank a fast swallow
and slapped it back in his hand. "Dolimite is not about the castle or
the village." She grinned an evil grin. "She has given birth to your
heir...that is the good news I bring."

"and the bad?" He sat on the bed.

"Your heir was born dead."

The bottle dropped.

"And the queen is with child...a half heir to the throne...but enough so
that you are no longer needed, fool. If the queen places her child on
the throne..after they dispose of you..Lord Justin will control the
kingdom." Slyly she moved closer and whispered in his ear..."You help
me...I shall help you."

He bolted from the bed and screamed worse than like a woman and sat on
the floor holding his hands close to his gout-foot, not touching it,
just rocking in agony. "I want nothing from you!
I helped to kill my brother. I sold my soul for this and I wanted none
of this!! I was jealous of him! I wanted his throne, his wife...but
they are nothing and now I have nothing...not even sleep without
nightmares. You tricked me! Justin tricked me! Leave me alone!!"

"I can return your soul in exchange for a service. A small service."
She played with the gold tipped scroll that hung around her chicken neck.
"I have not enough souls signed on this page yet to sell to Baron von
Risper. Two more names and I cannot deal for yours. It will belong to
him. He is an impatient man, not like me. He will be in hurry to
collect the soul and deliver it...you know where...for eternity."

"No! I will not deal with you. I don't trust you.' He cowered from
her red eye. She turned and the green eye focused on his. He closed his
eyes tight.

"Just listen to how simple it is. Nothing you can't handle. Janora has
always bested me from birth. She is day, I am night, she is fair and I
am not, she is beauty, I am plain...she gathers her remedies from the
forest and uses them to heal...I gather mine from the swamps to
strengthen my powers...she has something that I want...but I can't touch
it until she is dead. All those I have sent to kill her have
failed...She always knows when I am close so I cannot kill her
myself...just declare her a witch and have her executed, my king and I
shall release your soul and give this throne back to your brother."

"My brother is dead."

She laughed and unrolled the scroll and showed him is brother's name.
"I gave him his life in exchange for his soul on the day you and Justin
killed him. He lives...sort of...I'll tell you where he is...if you
agree to my terms..."

Continued...

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