height. It would be a bloody and terrible.
No, uh-uh. They would
not
be having it out in my front room. I snapped my fingers. I didn’t really have to, but I wanted to underscore the point for the rest of the audience. The two vampires sank into the floor up to their waists. I touched my index fingers and moved them apart. The vampires slid away from each other, leaving about five feet of space between them. George walked into this space, leaning on his cane.
“Marshall of House Krahr.” He nodded at Arland. “Marshall of House Vorga.” He nodded at the dark haired knight. His voice was light and cheerful. “Whose idea was it to come through the front door?”
“Where is my knight?” the Marshall of House Vorga snarled.
I sank him another six inches into the floor.
“I demand…”
Another six inches. He was almost up to his arm pits.
The Marshall of House Vorga opened his mouth and clicked it shut.
George turned on his heel. “Marshall of House Sabla, perhaps you would like to clear the air?”
A female knight stepped forward. Long straight chestnut hair framed her face. “Coordinates were presented to us by the Marshall of Krahr. The Marshall of House Vorga entered them personally.”
“Might I trouble you for those coordinates?” George asked.
She raised her hand. A small display ignited on the inside of her wrist. Alien marks dashed across it in pale red.
“Thank you, Lady Isur,” George said. “Let the record show that Arland of Krahr presented the correct set of coordinates to the Houses. Lord Robart, did you enter incorrect coordinates by mistake?”
“We are the knights of the Holy Anocracy,” Lord Robart answered. “We do not slink through the back door. We do not follow the otrokar.”
“I see,” George said. “And you’ve made this decision on your own?”
“I am a Marshall of a Vampire House,” Lord Robart snarled. “I don’t answer to the likes of you.”
George smiled. “Fair enough, although you have already answered my first question, so the impact of your gesture is somewhat diluted. Very well then.” He raised his hand. A scroll appeared in it as if by magic. He let it unroll. A brilliant red symbol of the Holy Pyramid blazed in the middle of it. The vampires knelt as one and I saw Caldenia sitting in a chair, sipping her cup of tea, a small amused smile bending her lips.
“This is a Holy Writ granted to me by His Brilliance, the Hierophant,” George said.
He had a holy writ from the religious leader of the Holy Cosmic Anocracy. Wow. He just unleashed the equivalent of a nuclear bomb.
“This writ grants me the power of life and death over every single one of you,” George said. “I may kill any of you at any time without reason or fear of retribution. To defy me is to defy the Hierophant. Should you choose to do so, you will be excommunicated. Upon your death, your soul will be turned away from Paradise, forced to wander the lifeless icy plains of Nothing, where no sun shines upon you, no animal crosses your path, and no sound interrupts the silence. Have I made myself clear?”
“Crystal clear,” Lady Isur said, her head still bowed.
George rolled the scroll and slid it into his sleeve. “Rise.”
The vampires rose.
George looked at me. “Dina, you may release the Marshalls.”
I let both vampire rise from the floor. Neither of them spoke. The room was absolutely silent. You could hear a pin drop. George had their complete attention.
“This Galaxy’s interactions with Earth are governed by a Treaty of the Cosmic Senate,” George said. “Lady Dina, what is the most important provision in it?”
“The existence of other intelligent life in the Galaxy must remain secret,” I answered.
“What is the punishment for breaking this provision?”
“Banishment,” I said.
Lord Robart locked his teeth.
“Would House Vorga suffer consequences if Lord Robart’s transgression became public?”
“Yes. His House would be dishonored and banned
No, uh-uh. They would
not
be having it out in my front room. I snapped my fingers. I didn’t really have to, but I wanted to underscore the point for the rest of the audience. The two vampires sank into the floor up to their waists. I touched my index fingers and moved them apart. The vampires slid away from each other, leaving about five feet of space between them. George walked into this space, leaning on his cane.
“Marshall of House Krahr.” He nodded at Arland. “Marshall of House Vorga.” He nodded at the dark haired knight. His voice was light and cheerful. “Whose idea was it to come through the front door?”
“Where is my knight?” the Marshall of House Vorga snarled.
I sank him another six inches into the floor.
“I demand…”
Another six inches. He was almost up to his arm pits.
The Marshall of House Vorga opened his mouth and clicked it shut.
George turned on his heel. “Marshall of House Sabla, perhaps you would like to clear the air?”
A female knight stepped forward. Long straight chestnut hair framed her face. “Coordinates were presented to us by the Marshall of Krahr. The Marshall of House Vorga entered them personally.”
“Might I trouble you for those coordinates?” George asked.
She raised her hand. A small display ignited on the inside of her wrist. Alien marks dashed across it in pale red.
“Thank you, Lady Isur,” George said. “Let the record show that Arland of Krahr presented the correct set of coordinates to the Houses. Lord Robart, did you enter incorrect coordinates by mistake?”
“We are the knights of the Holy Anocracy,” Lord Robart answered. “We do not slink through the back door. We do not follow the otrokar.”
“I see,” George said. “And you’ve made this decision on your own?”
“I am a Marshall of a Vampire House,” Lord Robart snarled. “I don’t answer to the likes of you.”
George smiled. “Fair enough, although you have already answered my first question, so the impact of your gesture is somewhat diluted. Very well then.” He raised his hand. A scroll appeared in it as if by magic. He let it unroll. A brilliant red symbol of the Holy Pyramid blazed in the middle of it. The vampires knelt as one and I saw Caldenia sitting in a chair, sipping her cup of tea, a small amused smile bending her lips.
“This is a Holy Writ granted to me by His Brilliance, the Hierophant,” George said.
He had a holy writ from the religious leader of the Holy Cosmic Anocracy. Wow. He just unleashed the equivalent of a nuclear bomb.
“This writ grants me the power of life and death over every single one of you,” George said. “I may kill any of you at any time without reason or fear of retribution. To defy me is to defy the Hierophant. Should you choose to do so, you will be excommunicated. Upon your death, your soul will be turned away from Paradise, forced to wander the lifeless icy plains of Nothing, where no sun shines upon you, no animal crosses your path, and no sound interrupts the silence. Have I made myself clear?”
“Crystal clear,” Lady Isur said, her head still bowed.
George rolled the scroll and slid it into his sleeve. “Rise.”
The vampires rose.
George looked at me. “Dina, you may release the Marshalls.”
I let both vampire rise from the floor. Neither of them spoke. The room was absolutely silent. You could hear a pin drop. George had their complete attention.
“This Galaxy’s interactions with Earth are governed by a Treaty of the Cosmic Senate,” George said. “Lady Dina, what is the most important provision in it?”
“The existence of other intelligent life in the Galaxy must remain secret,” I answered.
“What is the punishment for breaking this provision?”
“Banishment,” I said.
Lord Robart locked his teeth.
“Would House Vorga suffer consequences if Lord Robart’s transgression became public?”
“Yes. His House would be dishonored and banned
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