It’s been entirely too long since I shared a snippet! Lady Wyre agreed and insisted that she should attend to the matter herself, even though the first draft of her prequel is proceeding at a snail’s pace. However, those couple of hundred words a day are beginning to add up — I have over 3500 words now and still going strong.
First draft, subject to heavy revisions later. No one has read this yet, not even my Beloved Sis! I’m especially pleased to lay down the reference to Deathright, a related book in this world (though regretfully not featuring Charlie and company).
Usually only poorly brewed tea managed to shake her composure, but as Charlotte stared at the carnage, she wanted to weep. A large screen ten paces high and wide covered the wall, rendering disfigured bodies in gruesome detail. Alien, yes, but no less disturbing.
Evidently Queen Majel was not encumbered with any such trivial emotions as she sued for a brutal peace with the Razari. “We won’t permanently station a peacekeeping force on your planet as long as half of your surviving able-bodied males agree to serve a ten-year period of indenture to Britannia.”
The Matriarch of the Razari hissed at the screen, revealing razor-sharp fangs. A mix of browns and greens, her skin tone spoke of the mostly swampy condition of her home planet. “You leave only a remnant of my people alive and then you take half of those? We’ll starve or be overrun by the neighboring planet. The Shee have always coveted our crystals.”
As do we. Charlotte hid a wince of recrimination. It wouldn’t do at all to show any weakness, regret, or hesitation. Let alone disgust at what my own mighty nation has wrought.
The Matriarch wore a crude necklace bearing one of the coveted crystals. Approximately the length and breadth of an index finger, the crystal was powerful enough to fuel a Razari ship’s engines for a month. If the small twin-engine prop hadn’t crashed so conveniently close to a Britannian outpost, and if the border guards hadn’t done such an admiral job and sent the crystal straight through to Queen Majel’s personal scientist…
Then millions of Razari would still be alive and free.
Charlotte’s throat ached from holding back her rage. She’d researched that damnable crystal, yes, and had found it fascinating. Who wouldn’t? But she’d never intended for this to happen. Dear God, an entire planet practically wiped out, and for what? A few chunks of rock?
The Matriarch glared with righteous fury. “One quarter of our males and only seven years.”
Without replying, Queen Majel stretched out her graceful hand toward the electronic panel. One large red button drew the alien’s attention, her eyes slitting with alarm. The poor creature probably thought that button would send the final blast through their planet, and it was all Charlotte could do not to blurt out the truth. Although the button would merely end the transmission, nothing would stop Queen Majel from ordering the destruction with any of the other brutal weapons at her command.
Or perhaps she’d use more subtlety to conquer the Razari. If she released Charlotte’s latest creation of hungry dissemblers, within a fortnight there wouldn’t be a trace of metallic technology or structure left on the entire planet.
She pressed a hand to her stomach, fighting not to be ill. I never intended for this atrocity to happen. Forgive me.
Gripping the intriguing crystal with one scaly paw, the Matriarch gritted out, “Agreed. On one condition.”
Queen Majel arched a brow at the alien but gave a slight nod for her to continue with her request.
“Any male who signs a contract of indenture must be allowed to keep his deathright, or crystals, as you call them. They possess a religious meaning for us, Your Majesty. Taking away a Razari’s crystal is akin to damning his soul but leaving him alive, which is why so many of us are dead instead of surrendering.” Obviously a respected and powerful leader in her own right, the Matriarch bowed her head, still gripping her crystal. “Please, Queen. We’ll abide by your terms, as long as we’re allowed to keep our deathright.”
“As long as you have no reluctance in allowing us to mine your crystals for less holy use.”
“No objection as long as we may keep ours along with our traditions.”
Queen Majel smiled more kindly. “Then we have reached an agreement, Matriarch. Expect the treaty to be transmitted within the hour. Welcome to Britannia’s fold.”
Welcome to hell.
4 thoughts on “Friday Snippet: Lady Wyre’s Regret”
Speaking of Deathright… *waggles eyebrows*… don’t suppose you were hiding any more on that one, eh? *salivates*
You’ve had a much more productive D&E week than me 😀 Can’t wait to read more!
Aw, Sis, not yet. It’s on my list!
Thanks, Sherri! Slowly getting there. You didn’t have a shabby week, either!
Heh, it’s all right. I went back and read what I had, then jumped to Beautiful Death for some Charon-lovin. I’m good for a while.