LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - ON THE WAY TO THE CAPITAL - SECTION 7

01- NEVETSECNUAC  JP

Nevetsecnuac, as a just then released floating spirit witnessed his out-of-body tragic demise: He saw his catapulted, airborne head hitting the immense boulder a few feet away with a thud while his decapitated body that same instant simply collapsing lifeless to the ground. And ironically at that very moment, the drizzling rain drops amalgamating (merging) with the gushing blood from the severed carotid artery (of the neck), in that cumulative pool, instantaneously dyed (tinted) the pretty white wildflowers that Nevetsecnuac had been so fond of, into scarlet (crimson) hue.

Before the ground had a chance to completely quench its thirst, Zonar, with a sinister, venomous grin, thoughtful air and leaden steps, walked over to Nevetsecnuac's severed head and, halting at the spot, summoned it up to the strange object in his grasp. The bloody head was slowly but surely was absorbed (infused, seeped into) by the object, disheveled hairs and all.

02-  ZONAR KUNTZU - 2 (9)

Zonar with a malevolent grin, he then dramatically kissed the knob(handle) and, throwing his head back, ejected horrid laughter, after which he indifferently tugged it beneath his belt; his blazing sword sheathed (in scabbard, casing)  and, with a cold glint in his eyes, never looking back, not even once, he swaggered slowly towards his tethered mount.

Summarily, with Nevetsecnuac's head permanently imprisoned alongside Fradel Rurik Korvald's, both within the leather-bound rod object, Zonar vaulted onto his magnificent steed and galloped into distance.

                                                                                      ~

Nevetsecnuac’s soul (essence, spirit) already restrained (held captive) in the netherworld, meanwhile, riled and despondent, he’d watched Zonar’s unimpeded departure with his prizes.

Hearing a shuffling noise behind him just then, Nevetsecnuac quickly turned to witness the large gathering of troubled, grim apparitions. As these ghosts drew nearer still and floated to encircle him in a tight, impenetrable cordon, some clasped their heads and tore out clumps of their hair, tragically wailing while others shook an accusing finger at Nevetsecnuac and cursed or severely reprimanded him.

"It was your vanity that made you vulnerable and made you fight that devilish villain."

"You should have resisted him."

"You should have set your priorities right at the start and saved your strength for the chief culprit instead."

"You received ample warning not to engage him, why did you not heed his advice and flee to safety at the start while you still had a chance to do so?  Now you have forfeited your life and your life's ambition is lost forever in vain. This dreadful ending should come to pass- after your honorable father the benevolent Seventh Prince Shon Alric Therran Valamir, the illustrious Lord Shonne Gulbrand and the heroic Lord Lord Asger Thuxur Marrog Zhon and countless others sacrificed so much to avail you of this chance. Oh, calamity…oh such misfortune!"

"This letdown is inexcusable!"

"You should be sorely mortified, ashamed of yourself!  Ashamed to face the Lord of Heaven; that is, if he ever designs (condescend) to see you."

"Oh, what's the use?  Why should we waste our time remonstrating with you?  You are beneath our contempt!" Some scowled.

"It’s because of you that we are all now doomed, doomed; with our last chance of salvation gone forever!"

"Ah, it’s no use.  It’s too late; too late for everything; too late even for regrets."

Other, kindlier spirits were not so hard on Nevetsecnuac, though they still condemned him.

"Were we wrong in pinning all our hopes on you?"

"Did we overestimate your abilities?"

"Perhaps it was too much to ask, to expect of one lone (solitary) mortal, as young and inexperienced as you, to rectify this wrong.  Still, your uncle Lord Asger Thuxur Marrog Zhon taught you well.  Furthermore, you had great potential, and you did overcome all the other prior perils."

"Was it fate that played this cruel, oh cruelest trick on you and us by bringing forth this obstruction at this latest stage?"

"But, chance or no chance, you should have succeeded.  You can't escape, can’t be absolved, not entirely, from all the blame.”

“With your innate intelligence, could you not have assessed your situation in time to salvage it?  You also didn't have to fight him to the bitter end, especially after you realized the hopelessness of your situation.  Isn't retreat a good part of any fighting strategy?"

"Therefore, our brothers are right in condemning you.  The fault lies entirely with you."

"You are solely to blame for not living up to your full potential."

"Look how badly you fouled things up!"

They shook their heads and ground their teeth in anger.

"You, our last hope, have let us down so miserably.  You failed to avenge us, just when success was within your grasp."

"Why did you have to go throw it all away?  If only you had not succumbed too…"

"Ah, what's the use?  All is now lost with no other worthy one left alive to champion our cause."

"What could be more tragic than this?  Forever barred from Heaven, we, loyal subjects of Wenjenkun, your illustrious forefathers, we are all condemned to roam this Earth in chains for all eternity.  This is the gravest consequence of your failure!"

"Woe to us!"

"Woe to them!"

"Woe to you!"

03- NEVETSECNUAC IN THE UNDERWORLD

Nevetsecnuac's soul, standing in doleful (forlorn) supplication, bowed his head still lower in shame, regretting his folly in underestimating Zonar's prowess, for not fleeing when he had the chance.  He wanted so much to implore their forgiveness but, though he tried, no one took any notice of him.  Instead, the din of their legitimate grievances and the intensity of their repeated wailing deafened his ears and silenced his tongue.

"After the siege, when defenses failed and I was captured alive, I was flailed (flogged) to death, but not before witnessing my comrades’ crueler demises, those that fought bravely alongside me, being torn apart or crushed to death." one wailing ghost came forward to demand.  "I suffered so many unspeakable hardships in my earlier life.  I'm suffering so much now.  It’s inconceivable to think that I, we all, will not be vindicated, that we won't be avenged at long last.  Oh, will this wretchedness never end?"

04- WRETCHED PLACE

"Stone missiles raining on us day and night within the confines of fortress, the tragic cries of the wounded (or the maimed) trapped under the collapsing walls and beams, still haunts my ears and robs me of any peace (solace)." Another came forth to profess.  "Is there really no other left alive, competent enough, to avenge us?"

"My whole village was burned to the ground by the imperial troops." an elderly woman whimpered.  "None escaped the searing flames of this deliberately set catastrophe.  How can all these tragic souls roaming this earth find any peace or lasting rest without being avenged?"

"Our village was flooded.  Men, women, and children drowned to give Zakhertan Yozdek’s army the advantage in a naval assault.  Can they all have suffered for nothing?"

"Our homes were razed to dust." Yet another wept.

"What about his infant children?" one sympathetic soul, came forward to ask.  "Can we not implore Heaven to spare them?"

The multitude of shaking heads told him otherwise.  They could not reach the ears of Heaven.  It was Nevetsecnuac’s fate to perish young.

"My loyal regiment fought a desperate battle to the bitter end in our defense of the besieged Kosuk City.", the tired, somber voice of an old general exclaimed, reminiscing.

 "We were overwhelmed by the sheer numbers of Zakhertan Yozdek's army and by their superiority in arms.  His were the picked troops, the best in the land.  When they penetrated our walls and entered the city they committed such heinous atrocities, so vile they were that it could never be wholly described."

Another officer groaned, "In our offensive campaign, just as we had gained more ground, they successfully cut us off from the main body of our army and the supplies.  As we were trapped by an onslaught from four directions, they set fire to the grass around our perimeter; every last one of us perished by the raging flames."

"Our contingent was deliberately isolated from the main force, too and lured into ambush where all expired by their vile butchery." another officer gritted his teeth.

"All the defenders at Juko Pass, including myself, were ensnared, then buried alive.  The traitorous Zakhertan Yozdek's rage still not appeased, he had his henchmen round up our families and had them killed as well, their corpses then piled on top of us."

"In my hometown, all the young men who resisted were brutally trampled to death under the Royal infantry horses’ hoofs in the central square as part of a war game, while we, their parents and families were made to watch, till our turn came to die."  The elderly man sobbed then, choking back his tears, added, "But my poor, proud, brave boy, he cursed Zakhertan Yozdek, that vile usurper, to the very end."

“I've heard some of these atrocities before.” Nevetsecnuac tearfully reflected. 

Some had been re-counted by Lord Asger Zhon prior to Nevetsecnuac’s departure; several more accounts had been relayed by Fradel Rurik Korvald erstwhile the night Nevetsecnuac had left him; and then a great deal more had been narrated by the faithful Lu Moldan, the beggar from Gulbrand Province.

“Was Heaven blind? How could it stand by and let the fiend (man) who’d been the instigator of these immeasurable crimes, not be struck down? Zakhertan Yozdek, the villainous usurper… With these grave crimes against humanity on his head, how could he still exist…to?"

"My precious, most handsome boys, one barely sixteen, the other seventeen,” Another elderly woman had shrieked just then, however, interrupting Nevetsecnuac’s incensed (feelings and), exasperated thoughts.  “They were dragged through the streets and afterwards their tattered corpses were thrown over the falls! “She turned and with upturned face and a mouth showing sparse teeth, she snarled at Nevetsecnuac next. 

 “Now look at what you’ve done… It’s all because of you, Zakhertan Yozdek will live to a ripe old age!"

"Ah, the brutality of Zakhertan, the extent of it can never fully be told."  Adjacent to her, an ancient ghost with white beard down to his midriff shook his head and then mournfully nodded.

"His wolfish troops and murderous guards were given liberty to run amok in our city of Kier.  They inflicted unspeakable atrocities of the innocent populous, young and old alike."

“Now… take a good look.”  He held out two round orbs in his hand. "These eyes, I plucked them out in my grief after seeing those appalling acts committed at the hand of the barbaric imperial troops, which afterwards, many officers standing on the sidelines, treating it as entertainment, even placed wagers on the nature of the outcome of the wounds. 

06- ZAKHERTAN'S WOLFISH  TROOPS

“In my province, the tombs of our ancestors were indiscriminately defiled. “Another ghost chimed in. “They trampled over the dead, excreted the coffins (caskets) and cast aside dismembered corpses, looking to pillage valuable funeral offerings and items within the graves.  Even an invading enemy nation would not have been so vile, so unconscionable, and so despicable; alas, terrible evil has shrouded this land!  I cursed the day I was born and shed many bloody tears for all the unfortunate souls, including my own.  What crime have I committed? I have asked this of Heaven, repeatedly…But no answer has come. You tell me, what crime have we, any one of us committed that Heaven has so completely forsaken us?  Yes, you were our very last hope.  Was it unfair of us to expect so much from but one youth?  Tell me, please, would someone tell me why we must suffer so?  Will this tragedy never end?"

"How many more must perish at Zakhertan's cruel hand?"

“Wow to us…Pity… oh pity us…”  The wailing reached a crescendo (climax) with increasingly more spirits (ghosts) joining in.

“Is there really nothing I can do to atone for my mistakes?  “Nevetsecnuac’s heart incessantly wrenched with disgrace and bottomless sorrow while blazing remorse, eternally scorched his soul to cinders.

Clenching his fists, he bowed his head low in shame. “Is there anything, anything at all, I can do to make amends, to redeem these tragic souls?”

 Not resigned to this ill fate, he lifted his eyes imploringly and made his plea, beseeching Heaven for one more chance.  But hope was not to be, instead, Nevetsecnuac saw his grandfather, Emperor Zuronghan Alric Therran Valamir, his father, Seventh Prince Shon Alric Therran Valamir and the other members of the Royal Family all, being escorted down to Earth in chains. 

His grandfather Emperor Zuronghan A.T. Valamir turned to glance at Nevetsecnuac with solemn air and disapprovingly shook his head.

Endless tears coursing down his cheeks, Nevetsecnuac rushed to at once fall on his knees and respectfully prostrate himself before his grandfather, to beg forgiveness.

The emperor, with a grave face, gave him no chance to speak and right away scorned Nevetsecnuac, "You are not worthy of being our grandson nor are you fit to approach our Royal Presence.  Be gone from our sight!"

07- EMPEROR ZURONGHAN ALRIC THERRAN VALAMIR

The Emperor Zuronghan Valamir then, with great dignity, turned his back to Nevetsecnuac.

In unison, the rest echoed the sentiments of the emperor and each, in turn, abruptly turned their backs to him as Nevetsecnuac tried to make his appeal or implore their forgiveness.

Lord Shonne Gulbrand’s apparition, bound in chains as well, became visible just then but His Lordship also shook his head in disapproval and, shedding a solitary tear, he also turned away and floated into the distance.

In deep dismay, Nevetsecnuac shook his head and stamped his foot. “If only I had not…

 Had not what?” This was something entirely different.  As confusion set in, Nevetsecnuac racked his brains to recollect, “Recollect what?”

Though Nevetsecnuac knew it was only mid-morning, the Earth that instant suddenly fell into twilight.  The overwhelming, grave atmosphere heralded (portended) a new gargantuan disaster or a colossal catastrophe.

 

(END OF SECTION 7)

THE RESCUE - SECTION 7

 LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - THE RESCUE - SECTION 7

 Subsequent morning at first daylight and well before Teuquob awoke, as part of their daily routine, both Stark and Svein again headed straight for the wooded clearing to resume their martial exercises. With due diligence, unstintingly Stark continued to tutor his nephew on the varied martial techniques and strategies that he had mastered or utilized via the time-honored lessons learned from eminent men, illustrious generals, heroes renowned for their skill and other such distinguished fighters that had existed throughout Wenjenkun’s history.

On Svein’s insistence, another key combat style, that of Kontu’s, was now added to his already taxing, grueling (physically & mentally demanding) practice schedule. Svein’s rigorous training encompassing all had commenced from the moment he could walk. Having the boy’s best interest at heart, Stark’d tried moreover to instill in Svein the fighting spirit, the competitive edge needed to win at all costs, notwithstanding (despite) the opponent’s superior power, strength and ability. Svein was drilled and grilled, all the while propelled to becoming utterly invincible in combat and to overcoming any or all obstacles that he may later encounter.  Stark expected nothing less than perfection from his apt pupil and even though he rarely praised Svein, he was inwardly pleased with the boy’s steady progress.  Endowed with strong stamina, natural agility and superior intellect, Svein had mastered with remarkable ease all the strategies in warfare, requisite martial techniques, varied weaponry, excelling particularly in sword fighting and archery. 

“Only a little while longer and Svein would be ready.” Stark nodded his head in approval, observing the discharged swift steady stream of arrows- each powerful shot finding their precise mark on the prescribed target one after another, all perfect bulls’ eye – a target placed at such an incredible distance that it was virtually invisible/barely detectible.

Stark closed his eyes and heaved a grateful sigh. That elusive time and seemingly infeasible ambition was gradually but surely nearing at hand; soon he would have fulfilled his obligation and perhaps his greatest contribution to their cause: a conference of skill and ability that would one day with measure of certainty, ensure the boy’s future survival and success.

Postponing his certain demise, Stark had persevered through daunting challenges and adversities, with that incessant zeal in full anticipation of the day when all past criminal injustices be redressed and the fallen could long at last be properly avenged!

Meanwhile, a youth of not yet twenty, day by day Svein was beginning to look every bit the seasoned warrior, exercising in the cool of the mornings and the heat of noon, regardless of the weather.  A promise had been made to him that one day he would inherit his uncle’s heirloom sword, which he had been shown only once as a child.  This sword, encrusted with fine jewels and wrought of exquisitely crafted hard tempered steel, a metal both strong and pliable, had left such an indelible impression on the young boy’s mind that he had since tried his utmost to achieve the skill and be worthy of such an honor. 

He practiced ceaselessly each day, thence, even longer than the required time, without any show of strain or tiredness. 

Svein’s aggrandized endurance and ability, fueled by the intense, driving force of his unyielding will, augmenting his prowess as a warrior, is what encouraged and most comforted Stark. In the span of years that Stark had been Svein’s willing mentor, protectorate and friend, the bond of affection and mutual respect between these two had, as mentioned before, grown akin to that between father and son. Things had remained thus, between Stark and Svein for little over a decade (12 Years), with their daily patented, predictable routines having only minor variances or deviation from the norm and certain breaks when Svein went on hunting trips or errands into town.

                                                                                             ~

As fate would have it, an unforeseen factor, namely Teuquob, had now been integrated into their equable (unvarying) equation.  Reticent at first, Stark had gradually, successfully incorporated this variant modification- a necessary social aspect/ phase of Svein’s more thorough education- into their daily routine with hopeful portent for the future.

Moreover, as Teuquob’d assumed, on her insistence, more and more of the household chores, it’d allowed Svein more time to fully concentrate on his pedantic studies and martial practices.

Teuquob was such a good help that it also provided Stark with the opportunity to now oversee previously neglected or postponed lesser concerns.  Another boon being that, finding spare time now, Stark became well disposed to taking extended, contemplative walks with Teuquob, presumably to appreciate the exquisite mountain scenery; but contrary to appearances and mindful of her future, during many of these jaunts Stark strove with his subtle tutoring to instill in her the requisite skills needed to be more adept at surviving in extreme wilderness.

Be that as it may, often on these excursions they would stay within the deemed safe circumference and whenever possible followed nature’s veins to reach their destination. In this lush environment however, even the previously cleared pathways would oftentimes in fortnight be invaded by lush green rank vegetation and serpentine vines therefore hindering any advance or transposing it altogether to perilous state.  Hence, Stark with his machete led the way, at the same time affording them the added protection against chance encounters with the predatory animals.  If the avenue was not too congested but only slightly obstructed, Stark simply stirred the ground ahead with the blunt side of the tip to drive away any crawling creatures or coiled serpents from the undergrowth that might cause Teuquob unwarranted fright.

Eventually, during respite Stark and Teuquob would converse, oftentimes at length, pursuing varied yet always impersonal concerns; via secret understanding, each limited themselves to educational or to mundanely innocuous, present topics.  Consequently, for a very long time Stark did not ascertain the reason or reasons that had compelled Teuquob to undertake such a perilous journey.  His restraint and due discretion meanwhile being very much appreciated by Teuquob, growing daily in respect and affection for Stark- in time she came to wish she could openly confess her burdensome past (tribulation) to him.  Only her reluctance born out of her inner fear that Stark with his traditional views, strict morality and unbending principles on filial piety might not be so forgiving once he’d learned of her disobedient act towards her father- was what deterred her thus far from revealing her secret.

All the same, barring this impediment, day by day Teuquob and Stark had grown closer in heart; in the interim Svein felt somewhat excluded, especially since he had to rely on his uncle’s discretion, disposition and good graces to receive synopsis of their private conversations.  Oftentimes left on the sidelines, he would periodically steal glimpses in her direction, his attention distracted from his studies by her delightful mannerisms or by her sweet, melodious voice.  Though the budding feelings of love had already taken root and in defiance of his will presently were burgeoning and blossoming in his heart, ambiguous about her feelings, after a careful consideration, he’d wisely or unwisely perhaps, opted to relinquishing any attempt or outward show of communicating this to her.

Unknown to Svein his affections were in fact, surreptitiously reciprocated by Teuquob.  His very presence stirred warmth and excitement in her bosom, and whenever he was in proximity, her heart palpitated wildly, and she felt short of breath.  Oftentimes, she felt flustered, and her cheeks burned during their linguistic studies together, especially when their eyes happened to mutely meet, or their hands accidentally touched.  Still, she guarded her secret with utmost diligence and masked these unavoidable outward telltale signs so masterfully that Svein came to believe it was arduous, exacting studies (lessons) that brought on such display and that she bore no such interest in him and at best tolerated him.  In some ways, when it came to deciphering feminine temperaments, Svein in his tender years, was unfortunately still quite naïve. 

Of course, this added complication, the supposedly covert, burgeoning attraction between Svein and Teuquob did not escape the worldly/discerning Stark- only he chose to remain, albeit temporarily, mute on the subject.  Since both had impeccable morality and irreproachable integrity, there was no immediate, warranted reason for concern, or any possibility of a future impropriety or misconduct; meanwhile, Svein’s studies or his training had not suffered in the least from this distraction, far from it, it seemed to further galvanize Svein’s resolve.

Over time, as Stark oftentimes sat (across) between their eye’s paths, mindful of the irresistible attraction and evident, mounting intensity of it, he could not help but be perturbed, surmising the complexities of a looming probability of the certain future union. His mind beset with worries, he would hence, stroke his beard rather distractedly as he pondered on the alternative…

“Hmmm…. Besides, since their own portended future most likely be embroiled in great danger and uncertainty, how could he, in good conscience draw Teuquob into this rather risky, hazardous sphere?”  Yet, instinctively Stark knew, that it was already too late, that perhaps preordained, she’d already permeated their respective lives.  “That, conceivably, their fate was meant to be intermingled with hers; for who could truly fathom the course of fate?”

                                                                                           ~

As more time elapsed, the heat and splendor of summer gradually gave way to the cool temperatures and the glorious colors of fall.  Presently, golden, red-brown leaves, twigs and brambles of all sorts wove an incredible tapestry over the ground as far as the eye could see.  The intoxicating, picturesque scenery naturally drew both Stark and Teuquob to outdoors with more frequency.  One such fine day, bathing under the checkered golden rays of the sun they had initiated an advance towards their favorite destination- all the while managing the at times winding, difficult paths or periodically pausing to admire and be absorbed by the full-splendor of nature.  Delightfully, the brisk mountain air filled their sleeves, puffed their lapels and gently caressed their faces, urging them to go on.  Then quite suddenly, the cool breeze would pick up force, whipping about the heads of the weak vegetation and the golden branches, dotting the air with a flurry of fall colors, as ancient pines, resilient to the wind, stood defiantly erect and proud, spreading their canopy of green over them and the subordinate trees or the ominous, grotesque rocks. Trailing Stark, Teuquob casually cast her vacant gaze on the falling leaves, following their wavering descent to the ground; suddenly however, the decayed matter being trampled underfoot came to resemble the fallen, spent lives and her heart suddenly was gripped with an inexplicable anguish.

In vain she fought to resist the tears welling up in her eyes but the onslaught of vivid images from the past defiantly still crowded her memory, obliterating what scant, and remnant serenity of her previous mood.

                                                                                            ~

Transported in mind to that precise time and place that had started it all, she envisioned herself on her thirteenth birthday receiving, at the crack of dawn, the long-anticipated summons from the Court, to present herself before His Majesty, the King. Amidst the flurry of activity readying her for proper presentation, “Could this be the end of my unfair incarceration?” she’d thought, rather hoped, at the time. 

As it were, from the moment of her mother’s death, when Teuquob was barely one month old, she had been confined to the cold and desolate Northern Pavilion, a secluded place far removed from everything and everyone.  Tucked away, as though an unwanted criminal, she had been reared there with none of the privileges or affection of her other presumed siblings.  Forbidden to set foot outside of her gilded cage, this captive fledgling with a highly inquisitive and imaginative mind, had grown up with no interaction, formally or otherwise, with the other members of her paternal or maternal family, and with only the vaguest notion that she even had a father. 

Teuquob’s deprivation was such that she was not even permitted to visit the family cemetery to pay her respects to her ancestors as it was required (customary) on the set most auspicious days. The rare exchange between her and her evasive father had always been formal and rather contrite to say the least. It was as though it pained him to spend any amount of time with her. Being a discerning soul, she would at times pick up on his curious soup of emotions: pity, kindness, righteous indignation, fear and something else she could not rightly say. She had obtained some solace from the notion however which Shutizan sometime prior had defiantly, put into her head: that the reason for his cold indifference was because Teuquob herself bore uncanny resemblance to her much beloved, deceased mother.

“He had to have loved her very much; and though re-married and fostered other children; he still could not forsake or forget his former wife.” Quite the romantic at heart, this notion therefore, from hence had carried her through the rough spots and made her privation in life more bearable.

Even in the aftermath of her presumed sole benefactor father’s untimely death, on his Majesty’s bidding, little else being invariable, Teuquob had continued with her enforced, sequestered lifestyle and restrictive, tedious private education from string of obdurate, mulish, close-minded and rather grim resident tutors. Despite the constricting sterile environment however, it’d still failed to stifle her creativity or inborn talents and so, by the age of twelve, her brilliance of mind had shown in her essays, dissertations, prose and lyric poems, rivaling the finest academics of her time.

                                                                                                  ~

 

When she was summoned by His Royal Highness Murong Di, deeming this the Heavenly favor that she’d long since prayed for that she was perhaps being finally recognized for her talents: with bursting, enthusiastic joy of someone about to be set free, she’d entered the closed carriage drawn by eight ebony thoroughbreds (pedigreed horses) that had been sent from the palace stables in ready anticipation of her compliance. 

Upon her presentation at court, this enchanting belle that had no equal, had at once transfixed all eyes and captivated all hearts. Many felt blessed, envisioning her to being an exquisite fairy descended directly from the Heavens. She had moved all except for one that is... His Royal Highness with a heart of granite, after scrutinizing her with his scornful, derisive, icy stare, had it formally proclaimed in an unconscionably cruel edict that in two weeks’ time she was to be wed to Lord Deng Hedenko. 

When the designated suitor’s name Hedenko, who was in absentia, was loudly pronounced- the resulting great shock, an undisguised cold shudder had at once permeated the tense atmosphere and rippled through the assembled body of obsequious ministers, Lords and courtiers alike, in Court.  In that all pervasive eerie silence, none daring to appeal on her behalf against this inhumane edict, they had instead with bowed heads exchanged covert, questioning sidelong glances, and then stole pitying glimpses at Teuquob.

In contrast to her outward submission and perfect composure however, inwardly, the flames of anguish and pain had in fact torn through her emotional defenses to sear Teuquob’s heart to cinders- for even she, sheltered as she’d been from the world, knew what that name stood for.  Even she knew of the pernicious and cruel exploits of this much dreaded and feared warlord! 

Lord Hedenko, a stout, belligerent man of thirty-four, was infinitely the most influential, most powerful man in the kingdom, second only to His Highness.  His ferocious appetite for blood could not be assuaged despite the countless savage, exceedingly barbaric exploits or truculent military campaigns during his unsurpassed, admittedly brilliant, meteoric rise in power and affluence. Even as a pre-teen young man he’d enjoyed the distinction of being notorious for his pugnacious disposition and unscrupulous, oftentimes spiteful acts of brutality in the traditional, championship games; and in general, during his life, indiscriminate abuse of both genders (men or women). 

Manipulative and devoid of the least compassion, Deng Hedenko had married more than nine times for financial and political gain only, fostering more than ten sons and two daughters by his many wives.  But only three of his wives had survived thus far, and they, if left sane at all, were rumored to be living in unenviable, under most wretched conditions.  Disposed to sudden bursts of temper oftentimes over the most unpredictable, trivial things, last year alone he had maliciously tortured and murdered two of his sons and a daughter on a whim. When his temper rose, and his pupils shone with that vicious gleam, then his intended victim, as good as dead, did not ask for clemency, but rather prayed for a swift and a merciful end.  Consequently, none envied any woman he’d elected to have as his bride, despite his enormous wealth and power.  Yet, this was exactly the fate His Royal Highness had opted for the fair maiden Teuquob, of whom covertly, through the palace grapevine, they had heard so much about, but only now laid eyes on.  In the grips of such a tyrant she could not be expected to last out the year. This was tantamount to, if not worse than the cruelest death sentence.

Upon hearing the dictum, rather verdict, “Why am I being so unjustly punished?” she’d asked in silence, holding back her tears.  “Why am I condemned to suffer such a horrible end?  What great crimes have I, or my father, committed to warrant such disdain from the king?”   Outwardly, however, with trembling breath and a lowered head Teuquob had voiced her obedience to His Royal Highness and as was required, thanked His Majesty for his regard and due benevolence.

                                                                                       ~

Even before her dismissal from court, the news about her had spread like wildfire within the Northern Pavilion.  All who felt the least compassion for her lamented her fate and sighed continuously or shook their heads in utter disbelief, some shedding sorrowful tears quietly on the side!

“How unlucky she is; hapless, ill-fated and ill-starred; what kind of deplorable curse is upon her!” She heard them bemoan and exclaim in wave upon wave amidst sighs and whispers behind her back as she’d willed her unsteady limbs to climb the steps to her private chamber.  “She is so beautiful, yet fated to such an untimely, tragic end.”

Her nanny Shutizan who had always been there to console her in her times of dire need, this time around, being way overcome with emotion and grief to be of any use, had hastily ran off to hide her tears from Teuquob.  Others at a loss to how best to console her, on some pretext or other, had also made themselves scarce. It was then that her courage had failed her!  Having nowhere to turn to, on that wretched, long, woeful evening, feeling forlorn and utterly alone, in bed Teuquob lamenting her fate had wept ceaselessly, soaking (dampening) her pillow with her streaming, bitter  tears till overcome with exhaustion, she’d drifted into a deep, disturbed sleep.  Then with her captive soul cruelly in the throngs of evil, she’d tossed and turned, assailed by the persistent, recurring nightmares that oftentimes drenched her in a cold sweat and startled her into wakefulness, denying her much needed respite.

 Each nightmare ended the same way, with Hedenko’s hands wrapped around her slender neck, ready to snap it into two like a dry twig while she gasped and struggled despondently for the life’s precious breath (air).

 When Shutizan, called on Teuquob at sunrise the following morning she had had quite a fright at the sight of Teuquob’s condition.  Aroused to fury, she’d lamented bitterly her own folly, then lashing out at the already distraught attendants, she had roundly abused them all one by one for their negligence, even though she knew in her heart of hearts that they too had been rendered, by her own admission to Teuquob, as helpless in this matter as she!  Still, after she’d scolded the last one away, Shutizan had tended to frail Teuquob herself until at last her pallid face and sallow cheeks had reclaimed some of their normal pigment.

Cradling her in her arms and rocking her gently, the old nurse then confessed, “My dear child, you mustn’t think that I had forsaken you last night, far from it! Yes, I was way overcome with grief at first to be of much use and not wishing to frighten you further, I opted for solitude till I could compose myself and be restored to my senses; now I’m fully resolved to fighting this!”  At this point she abruptly stopped and, rising, went to listen at the door.  Ensured that no one had been eavesdropping, she returned and sat facing Teuquob on the edge of the latter’s bed.

“Listen carefully child, after an agonizingly long period of contemplation, faced with such dire circumstance, I’ve decided on the only, albeit disobedient recourse.” She announced with firm conviction in her voice.  “But I no longer care about fealty or my moral obligation to my Sovereign; nor am I afraid of the consequences, so incensed I am by this latent injustice and his unending cruelty!”  She shook her head, “Was it not enough that he ruined your poor mother’s happiness and drove her to an early grave?  Must he now also utterly ruin your life too?”

“Whatever do you mean, dear Nana?  How could His Majesty have anything to do with my mother’s tragic and early demise?  My father himself told me that she’d died shortly after I was born, because of an untreatable malady!” Teuquob sat upright, (somewhat) perturbed. Her heart palpitated wildly (as her pulse mounted) with the encroaching doubt and the ensuing wayward thoughts presently imbuing her brain. “My mother had a (coronary) stroke that ….”

“You don’t understand, dear child.” Shutizan interrupted her with an abrupt gesture of her hand. “You have not been told the …. Oh, chuck it….! His Majesty is your real father!” Shutizan suddenly blurted it out.

“How can that be?” Teuquob eventually overcoming her shock reached out to cup her nana’s face and raised it, forcing a direct eye contact with her.

Shutizan suddenly left speechless, her eyes brimming with tears, all she could manage was an earnest nod of the head.  

“I do not believe it. No…You are deliberately trying to confuse me!” Teuquob vehemently shook her head, in utter disbelief. For embracing this fact would also mean that the truth, all past experiences, what she believed in, loved and cherished, even her scant relationships, in short, the foundations of her existence, for what’s worth, would have all been based on fabrication…Lies mounted on lies!!!

Averting her eyes, Shutizan, nodded. “I’m sorry dear, but as Heaven is my witness, it’s the truth. So many times, I wanted to tell you this: that His Majesty is your very own flesh and blood father; but I was bound by an oath that entrapped me in an unjust conspiracy of silence.  Oh, blessed, precious child...” Nodding her head she promised. “Regardless, I’m now resolved in disclosing, yes… disclosing all the enigmatic, missing facts, bits and pieces of personal history that had been kept from you that all the same you’ve been yearning to know.  Henceforth I shall withhold nothing. Finally, the time has come for the unequivocal unveiling of, though offensive as it may be, the ugly truth.  It’s only right that you should be informed!” She dropped her head and with her downcast gaze focused (pinned) on the floor, she mumbled, “Then, perhaps, you will comply, accede to my subsequent proposal (plan).” 

The rest of her words barely audibly, were uttered as if in self-assertion.  “Though it may be a slim chance, one never knows…? We may still beat the insurmountable odds to eventually succeed!” The ray of hope that had brushed her face had swiftly disappeared, at the same time Shutizan’s forehead creased with her mind anew beset with the onrush of countless pressing concerns.

“But never mind that now.”  Defiantly, she wiped the perspiration from her face and leaned forward to take the confused, distraught Teuquob’s hand in hers. Unclenching it, she stroked her palm and raising it to her lips affectionately kissed it repeatedly. In the aftermath of it, looking into the Teuquob’s eyes, Shutizan spoke with a slight tremble in her voice, “For years now I have stood by and watched helplessly how you, an innocent child was forced to suffer psychic, emotional depredation, a cruel intentional abuse from that biological, Royal father of yours.”  She shook her head, then swallowing her spit; in a barely audible voice she mumbled her suspicions. “Even your foster father, a victim in his own right, could do little in curbing, let alone amending the injustices…In the end as he, having genuine affections for you, became more and more indignant…well, maybe that’s what’d cost him his life…?” She bit her lip, then looking up, she confessed: “But only now, driven by desperation, I’m ashamed to admit it, have I found the courage to defy His Majesty.  Still, I’ve nursed you from birth to adulthood; I’ll be damned, pardon the profanity, if I let them ruin it all and throw my precious jewel so callously (into the pit) away!”

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(New and exciting developments will continue in the next post of The Rescue- Section 8)