#amwriting #wip Just thoughts

By losing those disks I put myself into a ‘backside hole’.

Everything was there; clapping along like a failed steeplechaser and you can say I lost it, and this time, certainly be accurate.

It did wipe me out.

Whole idea was to come back to write the earlier stuff – in this case I find myself trying to write the beginning to an under-developed future.

It was bad enough to start with.

Dwarfs live; if they don’t stop killing each other; 450 years but Stasis and keeping your potential friends in sleep does save on the dinner parties and no-one turning up.

On schooling, the stuff was so bad you wanted a rope over the wall; a prom dress just doesn’t given enough grip.

Griselda’s ideas seem to be like a human shopping trip … you compare;

Griselda knew her blood would blood but she made sure it would be others first.

27 yr old car goes at the weekend and building the new computer.

Now building slowly, the brute.

Maybe I do need a lot more time to think.

Dave

An Elven God had also appeared according to rumour although no-one saw any Elves and the Elven temple never saw anyone but Priests; still it kept them off the streets and there was obviously money coming from somewhere.

The was no God for the Old Folk who spent too much of their time ducking to consider a God as a defence – they, not Gods, were usually the target … well what use is a God to hide behind when he is transparent.

They knew it wasn’t that easy to tell who they were anyway but people who were ill tended to find them and their culture was to help those who needed help which also protected them – you might get ill tomorrow as well and those little jars that eased problems were always welcome amongst a lot of earning people.

Rulers usually complained about the Old Folk as they couldn’t control them but it’s difficult to have laws for people you can’t find, so the Clerks were ordered to tidy up any deaths … still it was often difficult to deal with folk who don’t really fit in.

The People who usually lived underground were attacked on sight for being different and they attacked right back … not easy for the Trons and Minuets who couldn’t survive below ground.

They could fly and float but when Griselda’s teams spread out to kill anything she could find an excuse to kill, all they could do to hide was to have countless young which diminished them, and hope they wouldn’t be easily seen as they buried them in various underground areas – Griselda’s killers to a degree would just kill animals and tell her the blood belonged to whatever she wanted to kill but when the hounds came in there was little they could do but seek the Cats who were telepathic and attacked the hounds.

Others who survived and did stay above ground might be Wolfen or just new and old prisoners the Dwarfs hadn’t killed yet; the Dwarfs in the main, didn’t really seem to care who or what they killed but they weren’t quiet and enough Old Stock were still about to watch as they rode out from the castles and send the word ahead to waiting minds.

The Dwarfs were now realising their ideas of killing and dominating those left wasn’t really working and also claims of Elven Temples being created worried them.

Elves were barred from the ships. They were vicious, bureaucratic destroyers of life. At one time they had made up almost all of Dwarvia’s Uncivil Service.

They lived for the mundane and words; at one time an error on a document led them to order the complete destruction of a planet.

One thing the Admirals had agreed upon, was no Elves.

Everyone hated them as they seemed to be everywhere and in everything.

The Admirals hated those who claimed they had Elven connections and blood, but in loading people into the Armada Class Prison Ships they’d had robots checking for Elves as the Elves and robots seemed to have a lot in common in their behaviour … like Politicians on that funny world – Crapen.

It seemed, to a degree, to be a mind-blank for the Admirals. There were no Elven people on Astoria and as the Admirals decided they’re weren’t any … they’re wouldn’t be any. So, someone had sabotaged the engines – any Political Party on Dwarvia could have done that. If there were any Elves on this planet, they would be sought out and destroyed but since they didn’t exist, there was no need.

Rafus, yet again, made his way slowly to the Kings Gate and out of the castle … he couldn’t see Weena who told him she was under pressure to meet targets and needed him to be flexible, so he took his time and headed for the Druncheon Temple. As he moved, he saw the narrow alleys and the young bodies – still alive … Griselda hadn’t found them yet … he supposed; he checked before he moved into the centre of the way. Carriers would drive through a Dwarf!

They might wear manacles themselves but on a horse and cart; the horses didn’t and they could wound as they swung the manacles from their arms.

Rafus made sure he looked in all directions and then a bunch of horsemen were galloping people down and heading for the castle; he ran to an alley and hid as best he could.

 

Chapter VI – Escape

Suddenly he saw Griselda on her way to reducing the Barrack Guards by those numbers who failed to satisfy her but something else was creeping into his mind … he knew she was searching for and he leapt down an alley as a bunch of Guards with Griselda suddenly rode past him. One foot in a midden was scent compared to Griselda.

Griselda felt him leave the castle and decided to harass him as if he owed taxes.

She’d had decided to let him go … thinking it might be more fun that way with another person to manipulate – almost as much fun as sex – but losing something she owned wasn’t going to happen – she could bear to let someone or something out of her control.

No-one could say Griselda wasn’t even handed – she killed with her left or right hand and Rafus still had some uses for her.

By now Rafus had both feet skimming the middens as he ski’ed back to the castle and settle down in a bath before the Griselda call.

Needless to say, Rafus was up all night and crawled out of the castle the following morning. Finally managing to stand upright he left the main castle gate, and passed a high wall on the left with heads hanging in baskets from it.

The heads which were small and shrunken told him Griselda had watched the Guards using shuriken on the prisoners before their heads were boiled – the bodies seemed to have been misplaced somewhere – probably fed to the hounds to save steak, knowing Griselda.

Rafus Matira had made sure his eyes were grey and his height was five foot four – it wasn’t difficult.

All babies in the Matira Clan were operated on at birth to ensure they met the Matira definition. Those who failed; usually failed terminally but some were dumped alive into boxes for the rubbish to dispose of, and in Rafus’ case, his mother hid the modifications until the scars healed but the stigma stayed – once it was known – and he was never a ‘true Matira’ after that.

Sometimes he dreamed of being a real Matira … sometimes he dreamed of being free … sometimes he dreamed of escape; mostly he dreamed of Weena and his liaison with her, and what he thought was his magic as a dwarf but he daren’t let Griselda know of that, and it was difficult as Griselda, who Rafus felt should never have been woken up, effectively took over the castle and have Dwarfs watching everyone and it seemed, especially him.

Weena could give him a child and he would rob and kill for that … including Griselda if he thought he could but most of the time he tried to stay out of the way and in Weena’s procession of men.

He needed something, and Weena was happy to take the money and supply it but as much as he tried to buy her, she twisted and turned – a regular client was fine but her Pimp would never let he leave and he worked for Stefen.

She’d worry about the consequences if anyone ever found out but to Weena’s thinking … she could always get rid of the baby, and probably would – Rafus would never know but it should keep the gold flowing as he sought the next child, and it could be a good earner providing Griselda never found out.

For Griselda, however life was becoming a little tricky and not settling down as she had planned. There was no empire for her. She could harass and stalk Stefen as much as she liked but too much stalking and he treated her like a Tax Collector. Far too much stalking and Stefen turned on her, especially as his people died at her hands.

Griselda, however, was now moving north at speed. Towards the waters around the Lodge to begin with; west first but people watching her now ride out were confused and they prayed as she passed, dropping down to their knees in the mud and the middens so she couldn’t see them.

Griselda had, had problems with her plumbing, and plumbers talk, although usually about how they will take a month to arrive and then sucking through their back teeth before they quote a price for their turning up but this plumber knew which side his gut was buttered on as they draped him over an ant-hill, and he was seeing red ants while he talked, so it might have helped if the bathroom hadn’t been completed.

Stefen’s new lady wasn’t occupying a bath to the north-east of the castle which had collapsed onto the plumber’s wife, who have been enjoying the new bath when the ceiling dropped.

Nugent was in fact to south-west where the Admiral’s bath was highly guarded and adjoining his bedroom.

A very clean Lady later joined him without the bath roof falling on her, which is more than could be said for Griselda who found herself placed in the bath earlier and left to watch the ceiling after it had been winched up – the soap suds weren’t there but the remains of the plumber’s wife were.

Unfortunately, Stefen believed that people such as Griselda learnt from lessons; he was wrong and Griselda headed north as fast as she could move with Peter Jamesson’s castle as her target. Griselda’s people propelled themselves in the same direction she had taken.

 

Chapter VII – Births

Runnel eventually gave birth although Stefen still couldn’t find out who the father was but once again she was from Griselda’s line and Stefen would have the baby watched like a hawk if, in fact, he didn’t have it laid out for the Eagles but he didn’t remember waking up a junior member of the Droga family to attend Runnel but Basil Droga seemed harmless enough and he was a moderating influence on Runnel but Stefen wasn’t expecting two children and while he consider Griselda a name he remembered from the past before it went bad as a good name for his grand-daughter, he had never thought of a name for the second child but he was called Charles and Stefen was pretty sure Basil was the father – a good bargaining point with Marcel Droga who had no offspring surviving but both children were Matira and no Matira was marrying a Droga although he might take over Marcel Droga’s lands.

Back at the castle, Stefen now had different plumbers, who were carefully replacing the bath and in the main things stayed stable with Rafus fussing around Weena who had decided to have the child and live off Rafus and life. The child when eventually born was called Drufus.

The next few years seemed settled although as time moved on, it seem to also move backwards as Runnel’s Griselda displayed more and more of the habits of wanton cruelty that her Grandmother had loved and more and more Stefen had Guards watching Griselda as she moved more and more out of control.

For Griselda’s part, as she developed in age she also developed in trying to control and to remove anyone she thought might be in her way and especially Rafus who she decided had too much influence with Stefen. She’d already told Stefen of his relationship with Weena and the child, planning on Stefen bringing them in the castle where they would be a better target.

Stefen knew that Rafus could just about used the name Matira but was adamant that Weena and the child stay out of the castle and to a degree Griselda appeared to accept that as she planned to make sure there wouldn’t be any more Matira’s to thwart her future. Stefen also doubled the guard around the selected few that he’d decided to keep in Stasis, especially relatives.

Something Peter Jamesson had already decided after Griselda and various Guards had turned up. The Guards he kept outside of the castle but Griselda was already displaying interest in the Lodge and he encouraged that whilst he thought what to do with her. She was still married to Stefen so killing her was out of the question although the more he enjoyed her company, the more he reviewed that decision.

Dwarfs live; if they don’t stop killing each other; 450 years they live but Stasis and keeping your potential friends in sleep does save on the dinner parties and no-one turning up.

On schooling, the stuff was so bad you wanted a rope over the wall; a prom dress just doesn’t given enough grip.

Griselda’s ideas seem to be like a human shopping trip … you compare;

Griselda knew her blood would blood but she made sure it would be others first.

 

27 year old car goes at tyhe

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About Dave Page

I'm now working on the Mi Kee project. Published books: Parky's Lunch, Afters and Teamtime, and Magic Midnight are the books in the Parky's espionage series. FYOG - Don't Wait Up and I May Be A Long Time are the two books in the FYOG series. The Good, The Bad, And The Awful Poetry Book is not that awful and all available on Amazon. Dave served with the Royal Navy for 8 years including 2 years in an ex Japanese Execution Camp in Singapore before embarking on a career of Accountancy and IT lasting some 40 years in Europe, the UK and the Far East before writing. During his Royal Naval Service Dave represented 500 guys on a Welfare Committee for two years and worked on two Royal Tournaments including putting up pay with the Bagpipes practising in front of his office and the RAF Dogs joining in behind him. Leaving the Royal Navy Dave worked in a Funfair and a Pub of the Year in London. Born in London, Dave lived in Chelsea for 10 years and now lives in Gloucester. Dave on Amazon is https://www.amazon.com/author/davepage
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