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THE QUEEN OF TIME
2570 A.D.!
A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE
By Jerome B. Bigge
Author's Note
I enjoy a good sword swinging novel in the old tradition of "derring do". I once had the entire Edgar
Rice Burroughs "Mars" series, and I do have the complete "GOR" series by John Norman, whose
writings I do admire, as perhaps you've noticed in my past works. I do not pretend to be in the same
"class" as these two famous authors, but I do think you'll enjoy this eighth book of the "Warlady" series
just as much as you did the other seven now. Lorraine's epic "battle" crossing the ruins of Los Angeles
being the sort of an "adventure" you'd love to see a movie made of now!
There is a mistaken belief that women could never match men in sword duels, but a check with
instructors in fencing indicates that a woman can be a "match" of a man in fencing, and certainly a
woman like Lorraine Richards, my now famous "Warlady", could be a woman who might very well be
"the greatest swordswoman of all time". And at her side now is Hope Lynn Simmons, the daughter of
Bob and Carol Simmons, brought back from the 21st Century to be the companion of the famous
Imperial Warlady in her latest story! Joining her later back in her own time the most famous of Trelan-
dar's long line of rulers, Queen Amethysta of the 24th Century! And joining them both once again here
are Bob and Carol Simmons along with Janet Rogers herself, who we finally get to meet here!
Naturally I include here more of my now famous "politics", comments about matters that make you
set the book down for a mo- ment and ponder a bit about just what the "truth" is here now... Lorraine
perhaps at times too really not thinking things through! At the end of this story I also tell you the reader
just what the "TRUTH" was about Janet Rogers, that so famous Leaderess of mine!
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THE QUEEN OF TIME
2570 A.D.!
A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE
By Jerome B. Bigge
Chapter One
It was a pleasant cool early summer evening here in Trella, a quarter moon now shining brightly
down upon us as the last glow of the setting sun disappeared there in the west. A few clouds from time
to time drifting across the star sprinkled vault as two planets, Jupiter and Saturn, shown down as they
have perhaps when the dinosaurs yet roamed this world of ours so many eons ago now. The lovely city
of Trella, much like what Rome must have been in its glory, settling down for the night as people
shuttered their homes against the footpads and such that yet roamed its streets despite the best efforts of
our guardsmen to prevent such crimes. The "thought" now going through my mind as I write this that
de- spite the claims of Sarah Brady and such sorts back there in the 20th Century, "outlawing guns" did
not make things any "safer"... Something any "student" of the Roman Empire could have told her! Trella
having a "history" that goes back centuries of such crime! Queen Amethysta of the 24th Century having
had the same problems here that I have dealing with the footpads and other "low lifes" that make Trella
a dangerous place to walk during the night time.
The Queen of Trelandar, Warlady of the Empire of California, your truly here, Lorraine Richards
herself, was enjoying a quiet evening with those most "close" to her, while holding to herself the
shocking news she'd learned just that day! I, Queen Lorraine of Trelandar, surrounded here now by
every "luxury" that the hands of Man could build, was yet well aware of my own mortality! Of the
"FACT" that I had now but thirty to thirty five years left to live when before I'd looked forward to at
least "TWICE" that number here now in the 26th Century! And worse yet, I would soon begin to visibly
"AGE" while those around me stayed YOUNG!!! I would eventually become an "OLD WOMAN",
something to "PITY" in a society where such things were almost "unknown" to most people!! Was
"THAT" how I wanted my people to remember me now? I recalled how people had spoken of Queen
Tulis of Dularn, who had suffered from a brain tumor that was slowly driving her insane. She had killed
herself rather than to face the insane madness at the END! It was with such "thoughts" going through my
mind that I listened to my companions speak, while sipping quietly at my own brandy...
"The `world' is finally at `peace'," my husband Jon Richards spoke, thoughtfully regarding the
"level" of the brandy in his cut glass goblet, "And a man can enjoy a little quiet conversa- tion without
worrying as to what `next' is going to happen now." My own dark mood fortunately having gone
unnoticed as yet so far. Our slave girl, Yvette, now swiftly refilling Jon's goblet then, her dark eyes
glowing into his as he nodded back at the "delight" in her clinging red silken shift that concealed "little"
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of her. The golden ring of her slave collar snug about her lovely throat. Jon having for several years
found himself often "separated" from me as we each carried out our duties towards Imperial California,
Yvette having often been his "companion" during those times. "No longer do our `lords and ladies' need
to fear a `Dulie'," he ad- ded, Maris Marn and her lithe "North Star" having taught us all a good lesson in
the past about the capabilities of such vessels. The Mexicans were still capable of making "trouble", but
as Tara had apparently "retired", I doubted that they would any more now. The Princess having
apparently now learned the error of her ways. The Nevadas had gotten into a "clash" with the
Wyomings, but the likelihoods of this escalating into anything serious were remote. Neither the
Dularnian Federation or the Empire of California now wishing to allow such a conflict to escalate into
anything major. And piracy was now under control with Queen Freydis' people being a part of the
Dularnian Federation, enjoying the economic advan- tages of free trade both now with Dularn and
Imperial California.
"And our Queen can now relax with her own family," my Royal Scribe, Keri Grayson added, the tall
beautiful slender brunette's dark eyes meeting mine as I "nodded" back. Little Eric, eleven months old,
now pulling at his nanny's rich brown hair as she quietly cradled him to herself there to one side of the
tasteful- ly decorated suite and gave him the bottle. Sue Cross being an attractive and rather full busted
wide hipped wench of the Peas- ants whom I'd purchased eight months before as being of the right "sort"
to make a good "nanny" for a Prince of Trelandar. A free woman once again, Sue carried in her womb
the developing fetus of the baby girl that would "complete" this Queen's family. My previous pregnancy
having taught me that I wasn't the sort of a woman to bear children, while a good healthy young woman
like Sue here could have given birth to half a dozen and never noticed it!
I am tall, five foot nine, and rather "mannish" in my build, with coal black hair and deep dark brown
eyes set in a rather "plain" face. Not the sort of a woman you'd ever look at twice here. I mention this so
you will understand better why I some- times act the way that I do. That I sometimes doubt any man can
love me for myself, not for what I am as the Queen of Trelandar. Why I am so "distrustful" of any
woman more attractive than I am.
"And pass one's genes down to future generations," I spoke, well AWARE of WHAT the Royal
Physician had TOLD me just today! I had been puzzled by the first signs of menopause, which shouldn't
have been occurring, not with the anti-aging serums we used now! The blood tests however had
confirmed my worst fears, it appear- ing here now that I'd neglected to receive the "secondary" serum
when I arrived in this era five years ago, and due to my age, the "primary" serum had never taken
"effect" upon me as I'd thought! Now it was too late, my age such that the serums no longer would be of
any value, which meant that I would live out a normal life span for a woman of the 20th Century,
somewhere between seventy five and eighty years most likely, and then die of old age here!* * The
reader may question here the truth of this considering that in Queen Maris' book it appears as if the
serums were "effective" in such a case as this. However, it is likely that Queen Maris, not being a
Physician, would not have known that the serums were of no value in extending the life of the old slave
girl. (J.B.B.)
"When are you going to get married, Keri?" my husband asked. Keri had a number of handsome
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young suitors, but none of them had seemed to be the sort of a "man" that she'd been looking for now.
With her long black raven wing hair, her well molded face, Keri was a woman that could have won any
man's heart here in any era. She was a competent swordswoman, a capable and competent woman, a
woman who in her own way muchly reminded me of Lady Sanda Talen, who has been my own Prime
Minister now for the past five years. Keri's lovely silken blouse and matching brown leather skirt, the
sword at her hip much like the attire that Sanda usually wore...
"When I find a `man'," Keri smiled, meeting my own smile. She was young, still in her twenties, and
would live for another century at least, changing only a little there at the end of it. I wondered if Keri
was still in "love" with Bob Simmons, who had with his wife returned back to the 20th Century, Maris
having in- formed me that First Priestess Tais had later returned their own daughter to them instead of
leaving her with Maris as they had. I knew that their last remains now laid safely hidden in a cave a few
miles from the city of Arsana, Janet Rogers having faithfully carried out their last wishes despite their
own puzzling content. Their bodies having been irradiated against decay and then sealed in heavy
stainless steel coffins after they'd committed suicide together in the year 2033, Carol dying of
Alzheimier's disease while her husband in turn was soon to die of major heart failure. Bob's last writings
here directed to "A LOVELY QUEEN", saying in a few dozen sentences that they were finally
"returning home"... "Words" I had no doubt must have greatly "puzzled" Janet Rogers!
"I can name a dozen Warriors who would be delighted to have you as their wife," Jon smiled back,
Keri being a beautiful woman of high caste parentage, which is often thought "important" here. Keri
being the granddaughter of Lady Tirana Grayson, who is the Warlady of Trelandar, and perhaps one of
my best friends here in the 26th Century. An old Warrioress who in her day had once been the Warlady
of Sarn before Darlanis used her as a "scapegoat" to conceal her own lack of understanding of military
"tactics" here. Darlanis being our awesomely beautiful Empress who while I admire her greatly, still has
a rather "checkered" past to live down...
"You'd think I was your `daughter' the way you're trying to marry me off!" Keri laughed, her dark
eyes twinkling into mine as I nodded back. I do often get somewhat "emotionally involved" in matters I
suppose a wiser Queen than I would not, but on the oth- er hand I think that is probably "why" I am the
Queen that I am!
"Shall we change the `subject'?" I suggested with a smile. Keri having just received some fragments
of books written back in the 21st Century, her group of young Scribes having done their best to piece
them back together into something we could read... I'd considered commanding an expedition into the
ruins of Los An- geles, now inhabited only by mutants and the worst of outlaws. I knew of wild rumors
that there was supposed to be some sort of an underground "civilization" beneath the ruins, but that I felt
was nothing more than the sort of things I used to read about back in the 20th Century! Tales of "space
aliens", of strange giant bugs and such nonsense that no intelligent person would ever believe! The sort
of "tabloids" that they used to sell in supermarkets...
"I'd like to be on that expedition you're planning into the ruins," Keri ventured, the topic being on
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everyone's mind lately. I'd perfected flamethrowers, and in the past couple years I'd now raised several
hundred Bull Terriers, the finest fighting dog any could wish for, such being in my opinion just the sort
of "help" we might well need for an expedition into the "ruins" of LA here! I'd also take a dozen or so
Boston Terriers, the "royal dog" of Trelandar dating back a couple centuries. Our first "expedition" into
the ruins last year having taught us that perhaps there was "more" to these "legends" than even I'd
imagined here, assuming that what my own Warrioresses had told me about things was TRUE!
"I do need a Scribe," I smiled back, knowing she would be my choice, Keri Grayson being to me
almost like another daughter... "There are a lot of `mysteries' about the past that we can't yet explain," I
added, recalling what Keri had told me earlier here. The old "rumors" that there had been about Janet
Rogers' parents, Janet having been a "foundling" from what was known of her then. The tale a wino had
told about seeing the baby girl delivered to the orphanage by an "angel" no doubt just an drunk's
"illusion"! Janet and I having had a good "laugh" about "that" back in 1988.
"Like the `disappearance' of Hope Simmons in 2018," Keri an- swered. "There is also a `rumor' that
a `UFO' was sighted then," she added, the Lorr having from time to time kidnaped women from the
Earth and taken them to Mars to serve them as their Servitors there in the great underground caverns of
the Lorr civilization.
"Ended up on Mars serving the `ants'," my husband "smiled". Most people still viewed the Lorr as a
species of hostile aliens.
"And there's enough `mystery' about events just before it happened to make one wonder," Keri
mused, looking over at me now. "There was supposed to be some sort of a strange woman with her.
Some sort of an incredibly awesome swordswoman like none before."
"Another `tale' of the past we'll never know the truth of," Jon "grinned", taking a sip of his brandy,
Sue looking up at me. She was a rather attractive wench in a way, quite ripely figured. Much like Kathi
had been, Lady Tirana's own personal slave girl. Sue was now well along in her pregnancy, nearly six
months here.
"Unless I can convince Tais to allow me to travel back," I mused thoughtfully, having for the
moment at least found "some- thing" to take my mind off my own troubles here. The Priestesses of Lys
had the ability to travel through time to a range of about two thousand years in either direction, I'd once
heard from Bob. There was also a story a couple of centuries old of two mysteri- ous "swordswomen"
from some strange unknown land who had been so "invincible" that none could stand against them! One
of them had later on even become a Queen of Trelandar, Queen Hope, although I didn't consider it likely
there was any "relation" here! "Hope" is a common enough woman's name here in Trelandar that it was
ex- tremely unlikely that the mysterious Trelandarian Queen had actu- ally been our Hope Lynn
Simmons. In any case she hadn't left any writings behind to "verify" such an idea one way or another
here. The great fire that had nearly destroyed the royal palace back a century ago had destroyed any
painting that might have existed... Queen Hope having ascended the throne after the disappearance in
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318 A.W. of Queen Amethysta, that famous Trelandarian Queen who it is said rose from being a
fighting slut to Queen of Trelandar.
"I hope you have more `sense' than that," Jon grinned at me. "I'd hate to `lose' the best wife I ever
had somewhere in time." I nodded, looking down into my cut glass goblet, wondering if he would still
love me "so" when I was wrinkled and gray with age...
"You seemed to be in a dark mood earlier this evening," Jon said to me as we prepared for bed,
Yvette there waiting to be of assistance. It is not that unusual for married couples of this era to allow a
personal slave girl to enjoy a degree of "intima- cy" with them that might have shocked many of my own
time, but I was not one who ever allowed "such", being a "prude" about this! The bedroom of the Queen
of Trelandar being much as you'd expect, although I am not the "luxury lover" that Darlanis is, I'll note.
My "tastes" in such things being less "feminine" than hers are.
"You may leave, Yvette," I spoke, the girl quickly doing so, closing the door behind herself as I went
to it and slipped the bar home so I was sure that we wouldn't be "disturbed" by anyone! The only light
now in the room the lamp there on my bed table. I am not a beautiful woman, and I like it dark when I
make love. I could feel the "chill" of the night air against my skin as I stood there, the sounds of the
night wafting through the windows.
"You are `serious'," Jon breathed, regarding me as I stood there, wearing only a teddy of silk and
lace that covered little. The rich furnishings of our bedroom leaving no doubt as to my own status as
Queen of Trelandar. A woman so wealthy that she wanted for nothing that money could buy. A woman
who could give orders, command ships at sea, who possessed the only airplane left now! A woman who
through her own efforts, through her own example, had brought together warring societies, much like
"another" once had! Many people now viewing me as being the "second Janet Rogers"...
"You know about these `strange feelings' I've had lately, these `sweats'," I added, the "last" having
been something there had been no way to "conceal", given the attire that I often wore. "The irregular
ovulation that made so much trouble for us here?" That was another reason why Sue Cross was carrying
our daughter!
"The `doc' probably told you to `take it easy' for a while," Jon smiled back. "After all, you've been
through a lot lately." Giving me a smile as he sat there on the edge of our bed naked but for the "strap"
that people of this era wear as "underwear". He was handsome, manly, the sort of a husband any wife
would be delighted to be married to. Far superior to what Jack had been! With Jack Duval I'd been just
something to "use", to "exploit"! He'd needed a "wife" to keep Sharon, and I'd been "available". Our
marriage had been loveless, just a "marriage" in name only... I'd been to Jack just a "business wife",
something to be "used".
"Do you love me, Jon?" I asked, standing there, my eyes now starting to fill with tears. "Do you truly
love me?" I now wept! Standing there before him, the tears now rolling down my cheeks!!
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"Lorraine!" Jon cried, taking me in his arms, lifting me up. Cradling me to himself as I might a baby,
carrying me then to the bed, setting me down, letting me sob out the fears I carried! Stroking me,
holding me, letting me know that he still loved me!!
"You're a strange woman in some ways," Jon said to me as he held me close, my "having" something
I'd badly "needed" just now! "But on the other hand with you life is never `boring' either..."
"I only wish we could have more `time' together," I spoke.
"Let us then value the time that we have," he said to me.
"Sanda would make you a good wife," I said to him then.
"I don't love Sanda," Jon answered, holding me close.
"She once `offered' herself to you," I pointed out.
"She is not the `woman' that you are," Jon said then.
"I'm a homely old bitch, good for little," I said to him.
"And a `comfort' to have around at times," he grinned back.
"I had hoped we might face Lys together," I answered then.
"Like the Simmons did?" he asked, knowing of their suicide.
"They loved each other so much," I spoke, weeping a bit.
"Bob did think highly of her," Jon smiled, kissing me.
"She was a woman like few others," I said, remembering.
"Like the one I now hold," he answered, holding me close.
"She was beautiful in her way," I said, remembering Carol.
"And as `vicious' as one of your dogs," Jon smiled back.
"The Bull Terriers aren't `vicious'!" I answered him then.
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"Whatever you say, my Queen," he grinned, kissing me again.
"A Queen should be treated with `dignity'," I teased, his hand down there between my thighs doing
what I liked done to me. I wondered if the people of Trella ever thought of "what" their own Queen
"did" when she was in bed with her husband? I supposed most people thought of me as being something
utterly "different" from themselves. Something more "sexless", like a Priestess was.
"In her own bedroom?" Jon teased, well aware of my own need.
"I suppose in her bedroom she can be a `woman'," I agreed.
Next Chapter
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THE QUEEN OF TIME
2570 A.D.!
A TALE OF ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE
By Jerome B. Bigge
Chapter Two
"I'm afraid your Physician was correct," Tais said to me, her azure eyes glowing into mine as I
quietly nodded back, well aware here that the First Priestess had been my last "hope" of ever extending
my life on past its normal span. "There are cer- tain theories that we might pursue, but it is unlikely that
there is much hope of success knowing what we do of such things now..." The anti-aging serums
working by modifying the output of certain glands, these glands themselves also changing with age. I
could hear birds chirping away merrily just outside the open windows, a sweet aroma of flowers wafting
to my nostrils with the soft airs. The sun shining brightly down from a lovely clean blue azure sky.
"At least you're `honest'," I grinned back at her then. I knew she would have helped me had it been
within her power here. I had flown here in Black Lady, hoping against hope that perhaps the Priestesses
here at Shalimar could still do something for me! Here in this lovely white marble city hidden between
great moun- tains, a city so far "different" from any I'd ever known before! Inhabited by a race of lovely
and totally "sexless" beings, even more ALIEN in their own way perhaps than were the Women of Mars.
The true "rulers" of the Solar System in "fact", if not in name.
"Remember that you have lived before and that you will live again until the day comes that you are
united with Lys," she said to me, taking my hands in her own. Once there on Mars five years ago I had
spoken to SHE, who the Men of this time now called LYS. The "thought" of HER for the moment
driving away my fears here as the memories came flooding back of my experiences there on Mars.
Feeling once again that terrible "yearning" to merge myself with HER, to give up my "self", to become
only a part of her GOODNESS!
"I `wonder' if you could do me a `favor'," wondering as I spoke if Tais was reading my thoughts as I
knew too she could do. "I'd like to be sent back in time so that I can save a young wom- an from
becoming a slave," I continued, Tais' eyes now burning into mine like a pair of sky blue lasers as she
listened to me...
"What you `ask' is not something I can decide for you," Tais spoke, walking to the window, and
looking out into the distance. "And you should know that it is impossible to `alter' what is..."
"Hope is going to kidnaped and enslaved by the Lorr," I an- swered. "I'm only asking you to help me
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now prevent it here..." I had no doubt from what I knew that the Priestesses could do it! That they could
send me back in time to just "before" that time, let me bring Hope back to this era, where she'd be safe
with me!
"I will ask the Council of Priestesses," she said, leaving.
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"Nice way to `travel'," I grinned to myself, shaking off the momentary "disorientation" that Tais had
warned me would be a "side effect" of being teleported through time and space. The trees that towered
up around me comfortingly "familiar" just then as I soon located the half hidden "earth home" just ahead
of me. The Simmons' home being located deep within a thick forest where few ever came. A location
that in its way I'd often envied them. I had twelve hours to find Hope, bring her back to this place...
"Locked!" I grinned to myself, too well aware of what anyone might think should they find me
lurking around the house! In the attire of a high born Lady of Trelandar I might not "arouse" that much
suspicion as such, such clothing styles not all that "unusu- al" here. But on the other hand I didn't need
anyone calling the police on me. Especially considering "who" I was and "where" I'd come from, this era
being one where I could easily end up chang- ing everything if they ever learned my true identity here
now! I looked at the chaise lounges set out there on the redwood patio behind the half hidden "earth
home", the "temptation" just too great to resist as I pulled off my boots and stretched out on one of them.
Smoothing my soft black leather skirt under myself, the matching black silk v-necked blouse that I wore
the latest fash- ion, I made myself "comfortable" there on the Simmons' patio. Pulling my veiled hat
down over my face against the glare of the sun as it now peeked through the leafy broughs from above, I
de- cided to wait and see if anyone showed up as I hoped they would! The sighing of the gentle breeze in
the leaves, the sweet chirp of the birds, the warmth of the sun now soon putting me to sleep!
I awoke to find the point of a sword at my throat, the young woman holding it a lovely hazel eyed
brownette clad in the sort of attire that to my eyes was more "fitting" for some prostitute! Her leather
skirt was almost "crotch high", and her legs were en- cased in crisscrossing leather straps that well
accentuated them. She wore a stylish green silken leather trimmed halter that well showed the taut young
firmness of her breasts. The young woman I knew without doubt being SHE who I had come here to
"rescue" now! I having worried that it was possible that I was "too late" here. That this trip I'd made
back in time might have all been in vain!
"Who are you?" she snapped, holding a growling Boston Terri- er on a short leash in her left hand,
while her point now pressed against the softness of my throat in a way that left no "doubts"! I recalled
too that Keri had told me that Hope Simmons had been a "Queen of Swords" here in the United States,
and that it was be- lieved that she might have become "that" of the entire world had she not
"disappeared" when she did right here! It also "being" rather obvious to me now too that Miss Hope
Simmons was one very "competent" young Warrioress, especially considering the position I now found
myself in! "And `what' are you doing here?" she ad- ded. The "thought" going through my mind that it
was going to be pretty hard to make her believe that I was "who" I said I was...
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