Septimity and The Blood Brotherhood: The Third Hilarious Glothic Tale (The Glothic Tales Book 3) by Derek Haines Page A
Authors: Derek Haines
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thought it was a perfectly good moment for him to join in and announce his own membership.
‘Ichor!’ he shouted and raised his right hand in salute.
‘At last,’ an old man sitting in the aisle seat of the rear row alongside Sep turned and said. ‘Welcome brother.’
‘Oh well, thank you,’ Sep said almost embarrassed by being referred to as a brother. ‘Ichor at last then hey,’ he said with a manner that he instantly decided sounded a little trite and decided to sound more serious next time the occasion arose.
September arrived at the front of the Grand Hall and stood alongside a pathetically sobbing January and April who was now in the firm grasp of Kcrikklli Kcaapaak.
‘Yes. Ichor,’ was all Kcaapaak said. September nodded his approval.
‘Do wish to address this meeting sir,’ Kaybob Krizzle asked September from his position on the rostrum.
‘If that be your wish my dear Grand Council President.’
‘Yes sir, it is my wish,’ Krizzle replied to stunned looks from some of his fellow High Councillors. September nodded and slowly proceeded to make his way by a small set of stairs to the right of the rostrum. Mutterings from some of the High Councillors greeted him but were silenced by Kaybob Krizzle. September stood beside Kaybob Krizzle, The Puissant of Karhoonaa and President of the Grand Council for some moments before beginning his address to the Grand Hall.
‘My dear ambassadors, councillors, ministers and delegates from the Twelve Sun Systems of Gloth,’ September started and politely omitted from his address any reference to members of the Gregorian Royal Family. ‘My name is September and I am the eldest son of the last true Glothic Supreme Potentate of Gloth, December the Ninth,’ and was met with applause from those in the audience who had previously saluted their allegiance to Ichor. ‘I come in front of you today, not to claim what was my birth right, but to right millions of years of wrong. Today my fellow Glothians, I ask you to return Gloth and the Twelve Sun Systems that it governs to the hands of a true Glothian. I ask you to end Erdean rule that has poisoned our benefactorial system of governance for so long.’
Sep paused as more applause sounded its agreement.
‘With your agreement my friends, I call on the President of the Grand Council to set aside this investiture and to meet with his fellow High Councillors to elect an interim Supreme Potentate who will oversee the return to the democratic election of our next Supreme Potentate.’
Kaybob Krizzle stood, and moved alongside September. ‘I will accept your motion sir with the mandatory seconder as is the protocol in such circumstances.’ With the raising of more than one hundred hands from the audience and a couple from his fellow High Councillors, Krizzle was very pleased, as he had no idea at all what to do in such a situation and had simply invented his proposal for a seconder.
‘I now call the Lacertilian Guard to their duty,’ September said in his best attempt at a military sounding voice as he raised his right hand. Enhanced luckily by the excellent acoustics the Grand Hall microphone and sound system, which gave an authoritative edge to his voice.
Within a few seconds, members of the Gregorian Royal Family began being herded by the Lacertilian Guard towards the front of the hall.
‘My dear President, if you would be so kind as to assist the Lacertilian Guards in identifying those amongst us who are tainted with the Erdean gene,’ September said quietly into Krizzle’s ear, well away from the microphone. Krizzle nodded his agreement as six Lacertilian Guards approached from September’s right. September stood tall, and proud. Ichor had commenced.
Sep looked on and around the crowd as the Lacertilian Guards herded the poison that was the Erdean gene pool towards the front of the hall. Some wailing, others complaining loudly, while others scratched their backsides and ears. He noticed January, lying on
‘Ichor!’ he shouted and raised his right hand in salute.
‘At last,’ an old man sitting in the aisle seat of the rear row alongside Sep turned and said. ‘Welcome brother.’
‘Oh well, thank you,’ Sep said almost embarrassed by being referred to as a brother. ‘Ichor at last then hey,’ he said with a manner that he instantly decided sounded a little trite and decided to sound more serious next time the occasion arose.
September arrived at the front of the Grand Hall and stood alongside a pathetically sobbing January and April who was now in the firm grasp of Kcrikklli Kcaapaak.
‘Yes. Ichor,’ was all Kcaapaak said. September nodded his approval.
‘Do wish to address this meeting sir,’ Kaybob Krizzle asked September from his position on the rostrum.
‘If that be your wish my dear Grand Council President.’
‘Yes sir, it is my wish,’ Krizzle replied to stunned looks from some of his fellow High Councillors. September nodded and slowly proceeded to make his way by a small set of stairs to the right of the rostrum. Mutterings from some of the High Councillors greeted him but were silenced by Kaybob Krizzle. September stood beside Kaybob Krizzle, The Puissant of Karhoonaa and President of the Grand Council for some moments before beginning his address to the Grand Hall.
‘My dear ambassadors, councillors, ministers and delegates from the Twelve Sun Systems of Gloth,’ September started and politely omitted from his address any reference to members of the Gregorian Royal Family. ‘My name is September and I am the eldest son of the last true Glothic Supreme Potentate of Gloth, December the Ninth,’ and was met with applause from those in the audience who had previously saluted their allegiance to Ichor. ‘I come in front of you today, not to claim what was my birth right, but to right millions of years of wrong. Today my fellow Glothians, I ask you to return Gloth and the Twelve Sun Systems that it governs to the hands of a true Glothian. I ask you to end Erdean rule that has poisoned our benefactorial system of governance for so long.’
Sep paused as more applause sounded its agreement.
‘With your agreement my friends, I call on the President of the Grand Council to set aside this investiture and to meet with his fellow High Councillors to elect an interim Supreme Potentate who will oversee the return to the democratic election of our next Supreme Potentate.’
Kaybob Krizzle stood, and moved alongside September. ‘I will accept your motion sir with the mandatory seconder as is the protocol in such circumstances.’ With the raising of more than one hundred hands from the audience and a couple from his fellow High Councillors, Krizzle was very pleased, as he had no idea at all what to do in such a situation and had simply invented his proposal for a seconder.
‘I now call the Lacertilian Guard to their duty,’ September said in his best attempt at a military sounding voice as he raised his right hand. Enhanced luckily by the excellent acoustics the Grand Hall microphone and sound system, which gave an authoritative edge to his voice.
Within a few seconds, members of the Gregorian Royal Family began being herded by the Lacertilian Guard towards the front of the hall.
‘My dear President, if you would be so kind as to assist the Lacertilian Guards in identifying those amongst us who are tainted with the Erdean gene,’ September said quietly into Krizzle’s ear, well away from the microphone. Krizzle nodded his agreement as six Lacertilian Guards approached from September’s right. September stood tall, and proud. Ichor had commenced.
Sep looked on and around the crowd as the Lacertilian Guards herded the poison that was the Erdean gene pool towards the front of the hall. Some wailing, others complaining loudly, while others scratched their backsides and ears. He noticed January, lying on
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