Keecadoran-Tillanova Day 4 -- WRETCHED STATE

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Date Posted: 09:32:14 03/15/00 Wed
Author: Belamore
Subject: Keecadoran-Tillanova Day 4

Keecadoran-Tillanova Day 4

When Keecadoran-Tillanova placed her hand on the church door she drew
her hand back in pain from the burn. "Curses!" She looked at the burn
on her palm. "I have crossed over to the dark side! I cannot enter
holy ground."

She sniffed at the air. She smelled burning leather. She smelled
burning flesh. She raised her skirts and saw smoldering shoes. "Uhh!"
Quickly she hip-hop-scotched down the church steps. "Ouch! Ooh! Ugh,
agh, AGH! Ouch! Oooh! Homina Ma Fah Nopoli...oochalah!" She ripped
off her shoes and threw them. Poof! Poof! They exploded on the steps.

"What is it your majesty?" The footman gawked at her smoking feet.

"Nothing! Take me to Three Barrel Keg." She grunted and pulled
herself into the coach.

"The tavern?" His eyes were wide.

"No, the flower shop! Yes, the tavern."

"But we have no escort-"

"(((NOW!!!)))," her voice was of 3 baritones in a barrel.

"Y-y-yes mam." He hopped on the rear boot and ordered the driver
forward.

At the tavern Keecadoran ordered the coachman to stay put. Gingerly she
stepped down and bowlegged, she waddled into the bar on the edges of
her black blistering soles. Mumbling; "Immortal. For eternity! And I
have bad feet! I hate my life!"

The main room was deserted except for Nickoli, two pimps, three card
dealer and one bartender. They scrambled to kneel before the queen.

"Rise, rise, raise and get the hell out of here! Except you, Nicky."
She hop-waddled to the nearest chair. "Ouch-a-ouch-a-ouch." She sat
down. The bar door slammed shut. "Nicky, bring me a bucket of ale,
salt, to pepper stones
and any kind of meat...and a cigar."

"A what?"

"A cig...never mind. Just bring the other things and be lively." She
hoisted her one foot up on her knee and blew on the horse ball sized
blisters that pulsed and throbbed.

Nickoli brought the things she asked for and two stiff drinks as well.
He sat down.

Keecadoran eased her feet into the bucket of beer and added the
ingredients and sighed as if having great sex. She dank the drink in
front of her and then drank the one in front of Nickoli.
"Where is Ezella? I need her."

"She is gone. Out looking for our son. I have a search party out
looking for him and for her." He reached across the table and touched
the queen's hand.

She slapped his hand. "You touch the royal person?" She frowned, then
smiled..."ah, that's right...you did the horizontal waltz with...me...I
forget. Perhaps later...it's been 60...well, perhaps later." She
breathed out, exasperated. Then smiled brightly. "I don't need Ezella.
You are Shane's father?"

"Yes." His face grew more puzzled at Tillanova's strange behavior and
questions. "Why? Have you found the boy?"

"I never lost the boy. Come." She stood and started to walk,
forgetting about her feet in the bucket and fell. Nickoli helped her
up. "I hate my life."

...

Below the church steps, Keecadoran wiggled her healing toes on the
cobble stones as she explained to Nickoli what he had to do to retrieve
the boy. "Remember. Left hand, the one closest to your heart. Place it
through the mist and lay it over Shane's heart. If you use your right
hand you will turn to blue marble."

"What is this madness and witchery?"

Keecadoran gazed into his eyes and said. "Go get the boy."

Nickoli walked up the steps and entered the church.

The driver and the footman stared at the queen.
"You two ever drive a pumpkin as mice? Turn away and mind your
business."

They certainly did that. They didn't even look left or right when
Nickoli screamed and bolted out from the church holding a blue left arm
out in front of him. He fell at Keecadoran's feet.

"What have you down to me!?" He held up a marble blue arm.

"HaH! You fool. You are NOT Shane's father." She looked at the
coachmen. They stared forward. "Damn! You pimped her out so many
times we'll never find the father. I need Ezella. Where would she go?"

"I'm not his father?" Nickoli lowered his marble arm and stood. He was
devastated by this news. He was many things, but he truly loved his
son...

"Where would she go?" Keecadoran asked again.

"To the creek of the twin oaks perhaps...she goes there often when she
runs off..." Nickoli was in zombie tones.

"Come Nickoli. Look on the bright side." She opened the coach door as
the coachman jumped down to open it. She scowled at him. "Do I look
like I need help?"

"No mam." He jumped back up on the boot.

"To Twin Oaks Creek." She called the order to the driver.

"But your majesty, the Tancan...shouldn't we get an escort?"

"Do I look like I need an escort?" Her voice became lion-like again.
It amused her. She smiled.

Inside she touched Nickoli's marble arm. "Does it hurt? I have never
seen a partial before?"

"I withdrew my arm quickly." He was in a coma-state in blank stare.
"You...are not the queen, are you?"

"I am who ever I choose to be. Serve me, Nickoli. And you shall have
riches beyond the pimper's purse. You are a sort of Prince-in-law you
know."

"What say you?"

"Ezella is Belamore's daughter. Shane is the heir to the throne. Once
I have the boy I can mold him has the greatest king on earth...in the
meantime...if Belamore should meet with an accident...you would be
king."

As the coach rolled on she explained how Belamore thought Keecadoran to
be Janora on many drunken occasions. Belamore had told her how Janora
had been the midwife and had the choice of saving the mother or the
child. Ezella's mother begged Janora to save Ezella, that she was King
Belamane's child.

In shock and disbelieve, still thinking about Shane Nickoli threw his
hands to his face to weep like a child...but bonged his head with his
marble hand and knocked himself out cold.

He slumped over on Keecadoran's shoulder. "That's right, you take a nap.
We have much to do." She fondled the necklace that held her power and
immortality. "Hmm?" She thought. I had forgotten about this. She
snapped her finger and a cigar appeared. "Shane as king and the
dragon-child to breed an invincible army, I shall have a wonderful
eternity. I love my life...'

...continued.

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