Bigge, Jerome - Warlady 7 - The Dularnian Queen

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2569 A.D.!
THE DULARNIAN QUEEN
AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN
By Jerome B. Bigge
Forward
Once again we return to the future. To a time of adventure, of "daring do", of brave men and women
fighting great odds. We now again travel to Dularn, to that country we've been to before. This time,
however, we see things through the emerald orbs of the lovely Maris, Queen of Dularn. Witness what
she "witnesses". Fight against foes both human and "supernatural", and again face THE EVIL ONE,
who we of this time know as the Christian "DEVIL"!! And for those who want to "know" what Maris
Marn "looks like", I suggest you watch the soap opera "THE BOLD AND THE BEAUTIFUL", as
Katherine Kelly Lang "is" lovely Maris Marn in face and figure. The only "exception" here being that
Ms. Lang's eyes are "hazel".
Mention is made of "characters" who will not play a "role" for some time yet. Characters such as
Darlanis' daughter, Lor- raine's son, and the baby girl that Carol Simmons left with Maris to be raised by
the Queen of Dularn, no doubt due to the "fact" that the Simmons were also well aware of "what" the
future "held" for Mankind! (No greater "love" can any mother truly have...)
Is "demonic possession" possible? One wonders a bit here. I suggest that perhaps we don't "KNOW"
as much as we think we do.
Jerome Bigge
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2569 A.D.!
THE DULARNIAN QUEEN
AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN
By Jerome B. Bigge
Chapter One
I could feel the sweat cold on my naked body as I helplessly fought the bonds that held me spread
eagled there on my bed. The gag forced between my teeth now allowing me only meaningless ani- mal
like squealing sounds as the horrible "thing" opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. A horrid
"thing" of rottenness and corruption, the bones exposed here and there where the flesh had rotted away!
A "dead" horrid "thing" that should have been safe- ly cremated three years ago! Reduced to ashes and
then stored in an urn safely away in a vault there below my palace here in Arsa- na! The last "remains"
of Darl Jord, once Prince of Dularn, who had died at my own hands for his violation of the Code of
Honor!
"I want YOU, Maris Marn!" it spoke to me in a hollow voice, the horrible fleshless tooth filled jaws
exposed where the flesh had now rotted away from its horrid face! My scream of horror in reply only a
high pitched meaningless squealing as I twisted and arched, glistening wet with sweat. Now only a
beautiful terri- fied animal fighting to break the bonds that held it helpless! Helpless before this
"creature" that only the "EVIL ONE" himself could have sent to so "torment" the Queen of Dularn!
"You were always so `beautiful'," it "crooned" to me, coming closer now, a creature that filled me with
horror just to look upon it! Eye- less sockets burning down into my eyes, a ghastly "glow" in them!
"My Queen, My Queen!" I heard a voice say, the creature now reaching for me, to put its horrid
fleshless rotten hands on me!! I screamed, this time a loud shriek of terror, and then suddenly I found
myself looking into the wide terrified eyes of Kathi, her gray eyes filled with fear as they looked into my
own sea green! The voluptuous bodied blondish wench's pretty face filled with concern as she brushed
the now dark sweat wet hair from my face! My entire body soaking wet with sweat, even the bed now
"soaked"!
"It was a nightmare, Kathi," I said. "Just a nightmare." A woman of the Royal Guard now bursting
through the door, her drawn sword gleaming in the light from the bedroom windows where they
overlook the harbor there below the palace. She followed by two more, their polished steel helmets and
chain mail over their warm fur lined leather jackets making them look much like the toy sol- diers I used
to play with as a girl back in Sana many years ago.
"It was a nightmare," I spoke in level tones, seeing them "nod" in reply. Another serving maid
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coming in on their heels, a woman of reddish copper complexion, who had "once" been my slave.
"Mistress should see a Priestess," La-ra smiled in reply, a heavy shawl over her shoulders against the
late winter chill no fire could dispel here in the Royal Palace of Dularn. What those of the past had once
called the Island of Vancouver long ago now. I thought what I really "needed" now was a man to hold
me close. Someone "strong" that I could cuddle up next to so warm and soft. I "needed" a man as bad as
any collared slut aware of her "sex"!
"It `was' a bad nightmare," I "smiled", the guardswomen now leaving, nodding to themselves in
agreement. This had not been the first time they'd heard the terrified screams of their Queen, although
this had been the worst nightmare I'd had so far now...
"I'll build up the fire," Kathi volunteered, the bed now "cold" with the wetness of my sweat. I
suspected that I didn't smell very "royal" just then either, the thought crossed my mind! Kathi tossing in
coal into the cast iron stove, while La-ra, once a woman of the Nevadas, busied herself getting the
fireplace go- ing and some water heated for the bath that I badly "needed" now! The pair in their long
woolen dresses a "contrast" in their way.
"It's snowing outside," I said, more to make "conversation" now than anything else, the white flakes
drifting down from an iron gray sky. It was the middle of March, with spring hopefully on the way. I
was "tired" of winter, of the snow and the cold. I wanted to get out, enjoy life, get the "winter fat" off
myself. That little ditty, "The Queen of Dularn is broad in the beam!" no longer "funny" any more to a
woman who fought a constant battle with her weight. Who at five feet eight weighed one forty eight!
Twenty pounds more than I weighed when I first became the Queen!!
"What your majesty needs..," Kathi "ventured", bringing in my breakfast while La-ra busied herself
washing me down, "Is a man to keep her `warm' at night," the grin on her face leaving no doubt in my
mind as to her own sleeping "arrangements" right now. I muchly envied the wench, but such was quite
impossible for the Queen of Dularn, who must observe certain social "proprietaries"!
"Carol Simmons `spoiled' her," La-ra "whispered" to me then. I nodded, smiling, well aware that
High Priestess Tais would be bringing no more people from the "past" up into our own time, nor would
the Simmons, a couple from the 20th Century, ever be "back" again now that they had served their
purpose here in our era of restoring the "balance of power" between Dularn and California... I had their
baby daughter Hope, a lovely child now eight months old who had been left with me to raise, Carol
having said to me that she did not wish to raise a child back in the era from which they had come, not
with what they knew about everything to come.
"As did `others' before her," I smiled back at the Nevada. Kathi had been a slave girl on the estate of
Lorraine Richards, the Queen of Trelandar before Carol had stolen her from Lorraine.
"She `belongs' in a collar," La-ra "breathed" in reply then.
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"No woman `belongs' in a collar unless she is a criminal," I answered in level tones, well aware of
the enmity growing between the two women. La-ra having been my own personal slave girl be- fore I'd
freed her, while Kathi had once belonged to the Simmons before they'd left our time to return back to
their own last fall. I still missed them both, both Bob's intelligence and wit, and his wife's delightful
provocativeness that left no doubts in anyone's mind who met her that she was a "woman" like few
others! I still recalled too that morning there in Trelandar when she had faced the Imperial Warlady
herself blade to blade, the "duel" in its way perhaps only the climax of "something" that had "driven" the
lovely 20th Century brownette to become so filled with "hate" that she could think of nothing more than
crossing blades with a woman who many have said is the greatest swordswoman of all time!
"Your majesty doubtless knows best," La-ra answered softly. I had spent several years in slavery in
California, mostly on an estate in Trelandar, where my golden blonde hair and green eyes had made me
extremely "popular" with men, although fortunately I never suffered too much "abuse" at their hands due
to the rules and policies of Lady Lana, whose name had been on my collar then. I had also found "love"
in the arms of a man married to another, a "situation" that later on led to serious trouble when Lady Lana
was killed in battle and left her estates to one Lorraine Duval, a woman whom I was led to believe
wished me to become her lover!* *No doubt Lady Sanda would prefer not to have me "mention" this,
but as it is well documented by others I see no harm in it here. I am obviously a "beautiful" blonde, and I
suppose Mrs. Talen saw this as a way of getting "revenge" against one she much disliked! My "epic"
voyage in a small sailboat all the way from Trelandar to Dularn was the "turning point" in my life,
making me "famous", and thus "eligible" for marriage to Queen Tulis' son, Darl Jord, of whom the less
"said" now perhaps the better here. (M.M.)
"It is wrong for human beings to `own' other human beings," I answered, La-ra nodding, well aware
of my feelings on this now. It hadn't made me too "popular" with a lot of people, but I felt I was "right"
on this issue despite whatever anyone thought now! I had not been able to "outlaw" slavery, but my
feelings on the subject were well known here in Dularn, and had some "support"...
"I will brush your hair out while Kathi gets your clothing ready," La-ra replied, nodding to the
former Trelandarian, whose ample rear end often got its "share" of "attention" from my men, Kathi
being the sort of a woman who enjoys "teasing" men whenever she gets the chance to do so, something
that will no doubt some- day get her into "trouble" despite whatever she thinks of it now!
"The blue woolen tunic and hose?" Kathi asked, holding the items up for my attention. My sword
and dagger in their sheaths were fixed to my weapons belt slung there on the bedpost, a Queen of Dularn
if "wise" sleeping always with "weapons" close to hand.
*****************************************************************
"We are allowing the Imperials to make the Pacific Ocean an `Imperial Lake'!" the Senator
exclaimed, standing there before me as I stood behind the podium upon the speaker's dais. "They have
over half a dozen steam frigates in commission, and soon they will have three battleships against our
two," he continued on. I knew that he spoke the truth so far as it went, but I didn't see that there was very
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much that Dularn could "do" about it now! A number of his companions now nodding as they sat in the
semi-cir- cular chamber, Dularn being a "democracy" with a constitutional monarch (me) whose
absolute veto power often served to protect the people of Dularn from those who thought they knew
"best" what the people really "needed", even if it wasn't what they "wanted"! This being a "failure" of
the old democracies back centuries ago. It being known now that "freedom" is won with "arms" and lost
by "ballots", such having happened back in the Twentieth Century...
"We are not without `allies'," I "answered" in level tones. "Queen Freydis is a good friend, and
Sharon of Orgon, young and inexperienced as she may be, believes in the same ideals we do." This
"last" had come as a big surprise to both Darlanis and Lor- raine last winter, when Sharon Duval, the
Queen of Orgon, had let it be "known" that she favored Dularn over the Empire in a dis- pute over
whether Orgon should be "Californian" or "Dularnian". Sharon having maintained that Dularn was more
a "peace loving" society than the more militarily aggressive Empire of California. I didn't mention
Queen Valeris of the "Free Women", who was still a considerable problem to Queen Freydis due to
covert assistance by the Imperials despite "agreements" they had made not to do so. This "assistance"
having been carried out mostly by "Bajan trad- ers" who were obviously very well "paid" for their
"troubles"... "There are also the Wyomings, whose Prince will be here in Arsana in a few days," I added.
"To sign a treaty that will unite their peoples with ours in a common bond against `those' of the south."
There being no "doubt" in anyone's mind who "those of the south" were, the names of Darlanis of
California and Lorraine of Trelan- dar names muchly "feared" by many of Dularn now with good
reason.
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2569 A.D.!
THE DULARNIAN QUEEN
AN ADVENTURE IN THE SECOND DARK AGE OF MAN
By Jerome B. Bigge
Chapter Two
"It is a `work' of the `Ancients'," the man said, one of the caste of Builders, as he supervised his labor
gang now pounding away with hammers and chisels against the reinforced concrete of the vault like
structure they'd found outside the city of Arsana. "And it is obvious from its design that it was meant to
`protect' something from the ravages of time," he added, giving me a smile. The falling wet late winter
snow giving everything a coating of white, including the Queen of Dularn, who wasn't all that "de-
lighted" in being called out to look at this latest "discovery"! The evergreens growing up about us now
lovely tapering columns of white pointing up into the grayness of the sky over our heads. The mist of
our breath, that of our animals adding its own "qual- ity" to the scene. My unicorn, those of my Royal
Guard shuffling and stamping about there behind us. The snow coating us all this wintry March day, the
year 522 A.W. with a chilly coat of white* * Time was "dated" in this era from The War of 2047. (J.B.)
The trio of guardswomen with me speaking softly among themselves. My personal Scribe there at my
side, quietly watching everything. A "discovery" like this would be "meaningful" to her, I supposed.
"Looks like a `tomb' of some sort," I "ventured", standing there, the snow now coating my lovely fur
coat, wetting my golden hair, the diamond studded tiara that I wore as Dularn's Queen. There was, in my
opinion, little "value" in digging up the past although I suppose that those of the "learned" castes might
dif- fer with me on that. I am of the Warrioresses, a "caste" not noted for "intellectual" qualities, but for
the blood we "shed", the battles that we fight against the foes of our lovely island.
"Built awful `strong' for that," the Builder grinned back.
"It's not likely to contain anything `valuable'," I said.
"One never `knows' about such things," he "reminded" me.
"Perhaps it contains valuable books," my Scribe ventured.
"Or a `computer' like the one Lorraine found," I commented. I supposed a "device" like that might be
"useful", although I had little "idea" why it might be, as Lorraine got little practical use of hers despite
the fact that she bragged about having one... The Builder nodding at my Scribe, who now shrugged her
shoulders, no doubt sharing the "opinion" that I was really just another "Warrioress" who had little
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education or "interest" in "anything" but killing people and making war with other countries. I sup- pose
I shouldn't have said what I did, but I wasn't in the best of "moods" just then and I just didn't care what I
said now! The "fact" that they'd sent someone to bring ME out "here" was I sup- posed "proof" that they
thought this was "important", but to me I couldn't see "why" they needed the Queen of Dularn for this.
The structure was now quite obviously a "tomb", and nothing else!
"They're through," my Scribe breathed, the Builder nodding, as white as a snowman, the snow
melting and running down my neck! I wondered to myself if down in the Empire they got Darlanis to
come and "look" at every bit of "history" they dug up? I rather doubted it, knowing what I did about that
tall golden Imperial!!
"There's something inside," one of the men called out. I smiled to myself, holding back the comment
that there doubtlessly would be or those of the past wouldn't have ever built this tomb!
"Those are `coffins', your majesty," the Builder said to me, holding the smoky torch he'd made from
some pine branches twisted together. I repressed the comment that I knew what a coffin was! They were
well preserved, although that didn't mean that much now as the Ancients had metals that were proof
against almost every- thing. Those of the past building in steels that never "rusted". Like the Lorr they
had even possessed the ability to travel be- tween worlds, although this last had been their "downfall"
when Mankind had attempted to destroy the Lorr with a gigantic comet "redirected" so that it would
strike Mars and destroy the "ants".
"After five centuries there won't be `much'," I answered. I was well aware that the ancients had
possessed secrets of pre- serving dead bodies that we couldn't match today, but even so it was rare to
find a body from that era still more than just bones. On the other hand someone had gone to a lot of
trouble to build this "tomb", and the stainless steel coffins were obviously de- signed to preserve a dead
body for as long as was possible here.
"We will need tools, and a place to work," the Builder said.
"I will give orders for such to be done," I smiled at him.
"Your mother was a famous Warrioress," I said, craddling the little baby girl in my arms, Hope Lynn
Simmons looking up at me. Carol had been my Warlady, my "good right arm", and a friend like none I'd
ever had before. A woman who I had greatly "admired"... I had seen the tears in her eyes when she had
held her child for the last time and then placed her in my arms, well aware that here at least she might
live out her life without fear of what lived there beneath the surface of Mars. The horrid Lorr that in
2047 A.D. would come close to destroy Mankind in a great WAR... Hope was now a "Princess of
Dularn", my own "daughter" under the laws of my country. In her I would still "have" my friend Carol!
"We have opened the coffins, your majesty," the man of the Builders said to me as one of my
warrioresses ushered him into my private chambers where I was now enjoying my dinner. The thought
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going through my mind that whatever the "news" was, it could "wait" until I finished eating. The snow
having quit, with a wet rain having replaced it, the wind having changed into the south. Cleo Landis, my
Scribe, looking up, giving him a smile in reply. A dark eyed, dark haired woman, she was extremely
"competent"...
"Were the skeletons in good condition?" I asked, chewing, the sky dark through the windows as the
day now came to an end. In another week it would be "spring" according to the calendar. Such is always
a cause for celebration here in Dularn, where the winters can be unpleasant due to the "after effects" of
The War. Kathi holding Hope in her arms, cooing to her as women often do.
"The bodies were quite well preserved, your majesty," he an- swered, standing there, the
guardswoman just behind him, her hel- met and chain mail now gleaming in the light from the oil lamps.
"And we have identified `who' they were, your majesty," he said.
"Someone `important'?" I smiled, wondering why it mattered? Kathi giving me a "grin", her body
provocative under her attire.
"They once lived here in Arsana only months ago," he spoke. His words seeming to echo from the
walls as I stared up at him!! "They were the `SIMMONS', your Sealord and Warlady," he said now.
"I will come," I said, standing up, my dinner now forgotten. The news having completely destroyed
my appetite for any food...
"We also found `this' with his body," the man of the Build- ers said, handing me the strange book as
I stood there looking down at the last remains of a man I had once muchly "admired"... In the other
coffin had been the body of Carol, clad in a metal- lic mesh, a sword at her hip, the grayness of the hair
leaving no doubts in my mind that they had lived for a long time after re- turning to their own time back
in the year 1991. I took the book from his hands, his face now blurring a bit before me as I turned away,
not wishing him to see the tears that then filled my eyes.
"You will seal these coffins, replace them where you found them, and `repair' the tomb," I said, my
tone of voice that of a Queen giving orders. I understood now "much" I had not before...
"It is `late', your majesty," La-ra said, yawning, her eyes heavy with sleep as she held a heavy shawl
about herself. I had read much of the book, of things that I had known, but not really "understood" as
such. It had been a story of love, of a couple so deeply in love that they died together, with their last
wish only being to be buried together side by side in a tomb on what was then the Island of Vancouver,
near what they knew would some- day be the city of Arsana, the capital of Dularn. A short foot- note by
Janet Rogers indicates that she carried out their last wishes for them, although she did not of course
know just "why".
"How is Kathi doing?" I asked, aware that Kathi had been quite upset by the "find". She had been,
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after all, their slave.
"She is sleeping now," La-ra smiled. "The wine was strong".
"Their daughter is our Princess," I said to La-ra in reply.
"Only their bodies `died'," the former Nevada smiled back.
"They still `live' in our memories," I spoke, knowing that what they had stood for still was a part of
"what" Dularn was... *****************************************************************
(The Next Morning)
"Her arrival was completely `unexpected', your majesty!" the major domo said, the "ship" now
entering the harbor much like one of ours, but flying the flags of Imperial California and Orgon!
"Sharon is not one to live by `protocol'," I smiled back.
"I need a `friend' to talk to," Sharon said to me as we em- braced there on the quay, her sailors in
their brightly colored shirts and jackets no doubt wishing it was a bit "warmer" here... The sun leaping in
and out from behind the clouds doing little to "warm" the day, although it was still "better" than it'd been
the day before when we'd found the last remains of the "Simmons" in a tomb less than a mile from the
city of Arsana. The children who had discovered the tomb no doubt having little understanding of "why"
such a find told a tale that left no doubts of things now.
"I expect Darlanis wasn't too `pleasant' about it," I said. Sharon's attire jaunty, stylish, proper for a
young Queen as her. I understood Darlanis' feelings in this, the sense of "betrayal" she no doubt felt as
she had looked upon Sharon as a "daughter". The "news" from Orgon indicating that Sharon and
Darlanis were on opposite sides of the "issue" of Orgonian "independence"; such I knew having been
"raised" by the new Orgonian Liberation Party... The Empire claimed that I was "behind" it all, which
wasn't true, although to those of the Empire I was always usually the cause of everything... Their
philosophy little changed from that held by certain Americans during the time of "Communism" when it
was felt that there was a "Russian" behind everything that happened then!
"I feel terrible about `hurting' her like I did," Sharon said softly in reply, looking up into my eyes as I
nodded back at her. She is blonde, blue eyed, a "beautiful" woman in her own way now. Her green
woolen tunic, fawn hose and boots were at- tractive. A cap and pheasant feather completing the Queen's
at- tire. Mine was somewhat "similar", but in a royal blue I prefer.
"You have `responsibilities'," I answered, seeing her nod.
"It's not `easy' being a Queen," Sharon "admitted" softly.
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"Your people `come first'," I said, seeing her nod back.
"That doesn't justify what I `did' to Darlanis," she said.
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