Cheilin Saga ~ 07

Cheilin Saga ~ 07  Defence Against Bluttland

By Len Morgan

Aldor surprised even Lomax, by completing his training in just four months.   It was during the following year that Aldor and Meillo officially became a couple.

 over the next five years, their plans would come to fruition. They would build up a network of forty forts, fully garrisoned, around the fringes of the Empire.   All manned by militiamen trained, by a small cadre of Tylywoch a hundred and fifty seasoned warriors.

   Bandits and opportunist raiders from outside took their lives into their hands when carrying out raids on the Cheilin Empire.   Each fort could raise and field a force of 2000 well-trained and battle-hardened troops at any destination on the fringes, within hours of the alarm being given, which would be swift, thanks to the inception of the 13^th Clans secret weapon, ‘pigeon post’.   The only form of attack with any chance of success would be a hit-and-run raid, but there were precious few successes.

The Empire prospered and the imminent attack from Bluttland was postponed indefinitely due to the constant readiness of the 13^th Clan.   There were rumours and feint attacks to test their defences but they were not found wanting so all the posturing came to naught.   However, had the Bluttlanders known of the chronic shortage of weapons it might have been a different story, but they never received that information and so the invasion never happened.  The Emperor was pleased with the performance of his 13^th Clan and with their new tactics.

.-…-.

In the eleventh year of Aldor’s stay in Cheilin, Sanko had to pass on intelligence to Emperor Daidan III from the border with Blutland reporting a build-up of troops on the far shore of the Stalbech river.  

“It may of course be just an exercise to test our state of readiness ‘light of the world’.”

“You have of course countered with an appropriate force I presume?” said the Emperor.

“We mobilized units from the nearest forts; half the complement of Strikol, Ricc, & Teel.”  

“That would be three thousand men.  What is the size of the opposing force?”

“Close to twenty thousand,” Sanko replied.

“Seven to one that is a high ratio; would you consider an additional two thousand expedient?”

“They are on their way, ‘light of the world’.” 

Daidan III winced.  “You know how I feel about that honorific, you are my friend so in the future please, just call me Dan.”

“Yes, ligh… Dan” Sanko grinned.  

“Oh one thing more, I need to speak with Aldor, would you ask him to join me please?” 

"Right away Dan." he was bowing as he backed out of the audience chamber. 

.-…-. 

Six months on, it was Aldor who was providing the progress reports.  

“Good day Aldor, what news from the Stalbech?”

“We have been steadily moving troops from the west over to the Eastern forts in order to provide additional support if or when their attack comes…”

“I’m aware of that, how many men have you mustered?”

“Currently we have just over twenty thousand with the same again on call.”

“Opposing?”

“Between sixty and eighty thousand if our intelligence is as good as we think.   We are maintaining the ratio at four to one.” Said Aldor.  "I hope the other Clans are not becoming too alarmed about the troop movements?"

"Not as much as you might think, I only have to suggest that they contribute a complement of their own forces to administer the outer regions.  But they are too busy watching their neighbours to risk-reducing their own forces.  They are content for me to draft in others for the task." Dan smiled “Will Forty thousand be a sufficient deterrent?”

“Bluttlands losses would be massive on crossing the Stalbech and in their landing places.  We expect to face them at only two to one.”

“Are they aware of what it will cost them?” 

“They know,” Aldor assured him.

“Let’s just hope it will be a sufficient deterrent then...” 

 .-…-. 

   In the fall of his eleventh year, Aldor considered his work in the Cheilin Empire near to completion, he said as much to Orden; during one of their many chats.

Orden chuckled with amusement, ’don’t be so hasty Sprout.   Your work here in Cheilin has barely begun; you still need to spend at least another century here’

'But,' he asked in desperation, 'what about the rest of Abbalar?'

'What is there to know?   Corvalen has become the cultural center of the Kurdik states, the Poché  Platzé is now a theatre, run by none other than your very good friend Genna Dylan.   It is not only thriving but becoming internationally renowned.   Asba continues, as ever, working towards the betterment of his charges, the deprived and underprivileged young people.   Whilst, true to his word, Paveil is administering a more enlightened State, and educating his eldest son for succession.   Skaa returned home, as he'd planned, he now has his own farm, a young wife, five sons, and a daughter, at the last count.   Between them, they are keeping him pretty well occupied, and will; no doubt look after him well into his dotage.   And, when he finally returns to the wheel of life, you will have aged a few years,' said Orden.   'Last I heard, Genna and Asba had twin boys and a daughter, and we're anxiously awaiting the birth of their third son who they plan to name Ahlendor after you.'

'It's been eleven years since I left Corvalen.  I have heard nothing, where do you get your information?' 

'I have my sources.'   Orden chuckled.

'Then perhaps you can tell me why I have been ordered back to Sanctuary, so suddenly?'

'Why did you not read the messenger's mind?' 

'Because the Tylywoch are very efficient at closing off certain areas of their minds, and I find it tiring trying to winkle out information.   I am much better at reading faces, gestures, and reactions.'

'Then that is what you should do sprout!   I will bid you well, I must be away, things to do you understand, I'm awaiting the arrival of a new trainee, a young sword-smith named Terek, he should be of use to you in time to come, he is a sword-smith of note, his craftsmanship is a pleasure to behold.'   

Aldor knew he would get nothing further from Orden.  'Goodbye friend.'

(to be Continued) 

Copyright Len Morgan

 The Village Fete                                  

By Jane Scoggins 

Lisa was feeling anxious. She bit her lip as she picked up the flyer from the doormat. It announced, not just in black and white, but in Technicolor, that the village fête would be in 6 weeks time. She had known for weeks but had been trying not to think about it. Expectations were high amongst the villagers and Lisa was in no state of mind to meet those expectations.

    ''How Stupid, to feel anxious about a village fête!'' she told herself. Well, more terrified than anxious, if the truth be told. Lisa and husband Mike, and four year old Amy were newbie’s to the village and feeling accepted had been hard for Lisa. The reason being something she hadn’t anticipated at all. Their house. It had set them apart from the rest of the village. They had moved from London to rural Essex for a bigger house, and a more healthy way of life. Mike was in banking and worked long hours. He wanted to have time and space to spend with his wife and child in a relaxing environment at the weekends. It was he who hit on the idea of moving east, out of the city and into the countryside. It all sounded so wonderful. They enjoyed the weekend trips to Essex to look at property. They liked the little village of Fambridge. It had a railway station and a nice pub, so two of the boxes were ticked straight away. When they walked through the gate and up the drive to Creek View, Mike and Lisa were immediately impressed. When they looked around the old house and garden they knew that this was the home they were looking for. It had not been lived in for two years and was shabby and unkempt. The previous owner of fifty years had died there aged 96. He had not maintained it well. The state of the property, the price, and the clause stating that no other houses could be built on the land had reduced the amount of interest by a developer or anyone else initially interested in going ahead with a purchase. However, Mike decided to make an offer after a survey, and it was accepted.

The house needed a lot of work and once they had sold their London home they stayed with Mike’s parents whilst the work was being carried out. They had not really had many opportunities to engage with local village life. The villagers were a bit in awe of this apparently well off London couple who had bought old Mr Dawson's big house, set imperiously back from the road in its large garden. Clearly, a lot of work had been going on to make it nice, in fact pretty posh if the tradesmen, who called into the pub at lunchtimes, were to be believed. The villagers weren’t sure if this banker from London with his Aston Martin, and his wife with her smart clothes, would fit in with them.

Lisa was aware of the villager's reservations. She enrolled Amy at the Ladybirds playgroup in the village hall. She felt out of place and not in tune with the sorts of things they talked about. Until recently she had worked in banking and had employed an au pair to look after Amy and the house. It felt too snobbish to share this detail of her life with the other mums. They all seemed so capable, managing several children, the house, the school run, and for some, a part time job or an allotment too. Lisa made every effort to join in and be accepted, feeling it necessary to throw in a few white lies about herself to improve her credibility.

 So when the subject of the Fete and who would run the stalls came up, Lisa was quick to offer her help and found herself down for the cake stall. Lisa didn't learn straight away what that involved, and then it was too late to back out having committed herself. The two stallholders were responsible for baking homemade cakes and for making a two-tier birthday cake to be raffled.

 Unfortunately for Lisa one of her white lies in a moment of madness and vulnerability amongst the playgroup Mums, had been to tell them she loved baking and had made Amy's last birthday cake with 3 tiers and covered in handmade Disney characters. The truth was that Lisa had never successfully made any cake of any description and certainly not a child's Disney birthday cake!

After a few disastrous attempts at cake making, she had to decide if she should come clean with the playgroup Mums. Whilst she was thinking about this she had a call from Simone, the au pair, who said she was coming back to England and could Lisa supply her with a reference.

'' Of course, I will'' said Lisa. ‘‘Why not come and stay with us for a couple of days and I will give it to you then. Amy still asks about you and would love to see you, come and see where we are living out in the country.''

When Lisa came off the phone having made the arrangements for Simone's visit, she had a light bulb moment. She would ask Simone to make the cakes. She had loved making cakes for Amy. Her parents ran a patisserie so she was very knowledgeable. She phoned Simone back and asked her if she would do it. ''Mais Oiu, bien sur ‘‘ replied Simone laughing.

By the time Simone arrived, Lisa had cleared out the big freezer and bought all the ingredients for a whole day's cake making.

 The visit from Simone was a triumph in every sense of the word. Amy was overjoyed to see her and loved helping in the kitchen with the cake making. With Lisa washing up and generally being the kitchen maid to Simone, the three of them had a wonderful time. Amy, too young to understand the different roles in the kitchen was none the wiser that her Mummy was not actually the person making the cakes. So no need for Lisa to worry that Amy would blurt out the truth. It had been a joint effort.

  The Fete was a tremendous success. The homegrown organic produce from Jan and Simon’s allotment made a fabulous display. The arts and crafts stall was heaped with handmade puppets, toys, cushions, bunting, jewelry, and knitted hats and scarves. Jim’s hand thrown pottery bowls were bright and beautifully decorated. The sewing girls stitch craft stall was piled with pretty aprons, bags, summer tops, and dolls clothes. Although she knew she had cheated somewhat, Lisa was proud of the cake stall. She and Kelly displayed their cakes on cake stands and lace covered boxes, the centerpiece being the beautifully decorated chocolate frosted birthday cake to be raffled. The stall groaned with fancy cupcakes, sponges, chocolate brownies, fruit cake, macaroons, and cookies. Lisa and Kelly complimented each other on their amazing cakes.

 Mike was amazed when he saw the stall. He hugged his wife'' country life sure suits you my darling, well done!''

  All the cakes were sold with ease and every raffle ticket was sold for the birthday cake.

Lisa felt very much part of the village now. The other playgroup Mums heaped praise on her and Kelly for their cake making.

 

When they were clearing up after the fete and folding the tablecloths Kelly said '' I must say, Lisa I never imagined that you would be such a fantastic baker of cakes. You are quite a dark horse, aren’t you? Some Mums thought you might have been exaggerating when you told us at playgroup. That's why it was suggested that you were given the cake stall with me, to see if it was true. Just goes to show, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.''

Lisa smiled. She felt relaxed and happy with the way the day had gone and her growing friendship with Kelly. She was not at all offended by what Kelly had said about the way the playgroup Mums had decided to test her.

   ''That's absolutely fine with me Kelly'' No harm done. I needed a challenge, and I have loved today.

  ''Sorry to have doubted you. Actually, can you keep a secret Lisa? ''

  ''Yes Sure''

When I first did the cake stall I was terrified, as everyone else seemed so good at everything I was not, So….the first year I got my Mum to make most of my cakes, and after that, I made the effort to learn how to bake really well, and now I love it.''

  ''Really, Well your secret is safe with me. Mum’s the word''

Later that night Mike and Lisa lay in bed talking over the events of the day and Mike again exclaiming what a fantastic cook she had become.

  ''Such hidden talent'' he said

Lisa decided to come clean about Simone and the cake making cheat.

Simon roared with laughter. When she told him about the secret Kelly had shared about her own previous cheat, he roared with laughter again.

  ''You little minxes, I can see you have something in common, a baking bond''

  '' Yes, I think we are going to be good friends. I admire her honesty and her baking. Not sure if I feel ready to spill the beans on my cheating as yet, but maybe next year when we run the cake stall together again. In the meantime, I am going to take a leaf from her book and learn how to make amazing cakes. And lovely dinners for you and Amy of course.’’

 

Copyright Jane Scoggins

 THOUGHTS OF HELEN

By Peter Woodgate 

I awoke and you had gone,

No trumpet sound or farewell song,

But then your head was always there

Amongst the clouds without a care.

A goddess, so you thought, and fair

Of face, and limbs, you chose to share

Your life, with others, for awhile

Each one bewitched, by your sweet smile.

Unlike Agamemnon, sadly I lack,

A thousand ships, to bring you back,

A ten-year war, a wooden horse,

These things are not for us, of course,

And I won’t dream, or make a fuss,

And you may find that Olympus

Is not as green, a poor excuse,

And you are not a child of Zeus.

 

Copyright Peter Woodgate

100. Consumed

By Robert Kingston

In and out I move

From space to space I tread

Soft and hard between the two

The pushes where equal forces are fed

 

I move my jaw to eat my way in

It consumes all of me first

Its persistence results in materialistic needs

Its reverberation forces thirst

 

My lungs are drenched with its varied might

My eyelids are constantly setting to steady for each fight

My hair fills with its gusto, relenting, restrained and tied in knots

My face bares the scars of its endurance

Our bodies can do without it, NOT

 

© Robert Kingston   21.2.15

 One Summer's Evening

By Sis Unsworth

The world felt calm, that summers eve, as I gazed across the hill,

It seemed the earth so softly breathed, the air was warm and still.

Some moments that are so profound, will make us pause to see,

As waves on empty shores do pound, then surge back to the sea.

I knew this day would soon be gone, as the sun descends the sky,

Precious times do not stay long, or wait to say goodbye.

The summer moon would soon appear, to take it’s place on high,

With it’s special glow that shines so clear, to enhance the season's sky.

Yes we know, this time will pass, so why not gaze at ease

Our memories will hold the glow, of a lovely summer's eve.

 

Copyright Sis Unsworth

Cheilin Saga ~ 06

 Cheilin Saga ~ 06 Sanctuary 1

By Len Morgan

At the start of the fifth week, they returned once again into the mountains climbing higher than before.  Three days on they entered a narrow gully high up in the snow line, it was barely wide enough for a wagon to pass.   The path was actually the shallow bed of a stream and they waded knee-deep through its snow melt waters.   The air was cold and sparse and for Aldor breathing was difficult, other members of the band, all of whom had been born in this place, did not seem bothered by it.   The gully opened out two hundred yards further on and the tightness in his chest passed to be replaced by a sense of exhilaration, it seemed as though they were at the top of the world.   If he didn't turn around, everything was below him; he shook his head in disbelief.   The gully had been formed over millions of years, cut by the swift and constant watercourse through which they had waded just moments before.   They had come out onto a vast plateau, and a vast fertile plain, totally invisible from the other side of what had seemed a rather uninviting gully.   Immediately, he glimpsed the village known to his fellow carnivores as 'Sanctuary', they were home.   Looking back he could see that the rock strata of the mountain range had folded back on itself forming variegated layers of rock.   The largest layer was composed of chalk-like rock which suggested the area had once been underwater.   It was this soft porous rock that had been eaten away to form the gully entrance to what must be a hidden fortress.   It was remote and would be easily defended by a few men against a vastly superior numerical force, a general’s nightmare.   The attacking force would initially have to negotiate two hundred yards of swiftly running water probably one at a time.   The defenders would pick them off from high up, on the cliffs on either side, the bodies would sink beneath the water and create hidden hazards for those following behind, until finally, they would create a barricade with their own bodies before even sighting the defenders.   The picture was so vivid in his mind, he had to shake himself to rid his mind of the vision.   The 'carnivores' visibly relaxed as they came out of the gully and for the first time, since encountering them, he was able to access and scan deeper memories in the minds of a few of his companions.   He learned then, for the first time, of their hard upbringing & training, their lifestyle, and their unique position within the Cheilin Empire.   It was almost as if they thought nothing could harm them here in Sanctuary.   They were a remarkable group of self-contained individuals.   Their ability to survive under any conditions was legendary, not just within the Cheilin Empire, Aldor had heard stories about the Tylywoch as far north as Pylodor.    It seemed that the farther away they were the more near to miraculous their exploits became.   Having lived with them, he was more surprised than ever, knowing they themselves believed they could do everything ascribed to them and more.   They believed they could accomplish anything, they believed with a simple certainty that was totally unwavering, they were the Tylywoch their conviction was unshakeable and would sustain them through any trial the world could throw at them.

   Just a hundred and sixty years earlier, Emperor Daidan I created the Tylywoch from a group of his own fanatical supporters, he also recruited hand-picked agents from all walks of life, he even raided the prisons and cheated the gallows.   If somebody possessed a talent he could make use of they were conscripted, most were not even members of a Clan.   But, he always seemed able to inspire them.   He called them his 13^th Clan and the name stuck.   He died peacefully in his sleep at the age of 91 and was succeeded by his son who lived to be 103 before dying from natural causes and placing the dynasty into the hands of Daidan III.

   The Tylywoch were and always would be the Emperor's men.   To them, his interests were always paramount.   The finest warriors they could train were sent to the Emerald palace to provide the Emperor's bodyguard.   They owed their existence to him and would willingly give their lives to ensure his safety.   Their leader, the GOIS (General of Internal Security), General Sanko was one of the highest-ranked Officers in the land and when he spoke all others listened, heeding his commands, and the safety of the Empire was assured.   Sanko was in his fifties, physically and mentally in his prime; highly respected by the council of elders, of which he was an influential member.   A meeting was convened upon their return to Sanctuary.   Aldor was taken to the Carnivores Kebu house, whilst they and Lomax were summoned to the council meeting, in the roundhouse situated near the center of the village.   Aldor was treated hospitably and requested to await the summons of the council; it came the following day.   The others had returned without Lomax, and would not speak of it, his whereabouts would be supplied only on a need-to-know basis.   Evidently, Aldor did not need to know.   He sat in the roundhouse, steadfastly refusing to talk until he knew the whereabouts of Lomax.

"Lomax is being detained, under sentence of death for acting in his own interests rather than the interests of the Emperor," Said Sanko.

"Rubbish!" Aldor chided, "he is not capable of such an act."

Sanko was not a big man in stature, but few would look him straight in the eye and answer as Aldor had done, much less question his decision on anything.

"In the enlightened Kurdik states, a man is given an opportunity to explain his actions, and have others speak on his behalf," said Aldor.

"There is nothing he could say to excuse his actions, he broke our law of non-interference," Sanko answered angrily.

Aldor continued, unperturbed, "have you considered the possibility of conflicting interests?"

"The rules were made for good reasons and they have stood us in good stead for as long as we have existed," said Sanko.

"Rigid blind adherence to outdated rules has sounded the death knell of many a civilization.   It is frequently the sign of stagnation in a culture.   Consider the value of the man you are condemning, does he not deserve the right to explain his actions?"

A huge mountain of a man stood up, and up, his face black with fury.   "You are a filthy Gaijin!   How dare you breathe the same air as our esteemed leader, let alone speak thus to him.   If you were Tylywoch I would declare your life forfeit and squash you like a louse." He yelled.

"What do they call you big-man," he answered with a confidence borne of bravado.

"I am Torek!"

"Well big-man, were I Tylywoch, I would probably be as rigid and inflexible as you, so this situation would not arise.   But, I am not, and if you are foolish enough to challenge me, your life will be considerably shortened," his burning eyes gazed unwaveringly into Torek's as he brought the full force of his mind to bear, concentrated through the jewel, embedded in his forehead.   Even so, it took half a minute for Torek to avert his gaze.

"Do not posture and threaten," said Sanko, "tell us where, in your opinion, our thinking is flawed.   If you can convince this gathering, then Lomax will go free."

"You ask the obvious, I do not believe there are any contingency plans for the unthinkable situation, where sometime in the future an Emperor might be assassinated?"

A collective gasp of horror encircled him.  

 "An unnatural or violent death would put you to the sword, Men women, and children all.   What had you planned, to hold up here forever?   You cannot do that and survive.   Your defenses here are impressive but one epidemic, one poor crop, and you would be finished.   They would start with an all-out assault which would be modified to an extended siege; they will be patient because it will mean eradicating a hated enemy.  Unless you have a secret way out of these mountains you will be dead, in a year, ten years, a hundred, they will carry out the Imperial mandate.   You will be dead; their numerical superiority is overwhelming; and you know the Clans will rally in this cause, like no other, to eradicate the Tylywoch.   Oh I know you are good you could defeat odds of ten, maybe twenty, to one in open combat but one by one you would fall and they would win" said Aldor.

"So, what would you have us do," said Sanko "defy the Emperor and fraternize with the masses?"

"You need to improve the odds.   Turn the numbers in your favour."

"How can that be done?"

"You make the 13th Clan a reality by recruiting and training the inhabitants of the Fringes.   Until you have as big a force as they do; but better trained and motivated man for man and with superior leadership.   The Tylywoch would still remain apart, as an elite, but part of the 13^th, and would use the force for the benefit of and in defense of the Emperor and his Empire," Aldor enthused.

"What would be in it for them, the masses?"  Torek asked.

"Stability, self-determination, a sense of pride and purpose by belonging to a respected group a national unit" Aldor said.   "And, if they respect and are respected by their commanders they will carry out orders without question, performing deeds of heroism that will make them legends through the ages to come."

"How do you propose we accomplish this," Sanko asked.

"I have spoken on it at length with Lomax, and I am not in the habit of repeating myself." Aldor replied.

"So, Kill Lomax, and the great vision will die with him?"   Sanko smiled.   "Lomax!   You can come in now, your presence is required, he is everything you said and more…"

Aldor smiled, "I know you are not a fool General" he said, looking directly at Torek.

 Lomax entered the chamber, a broad uncharacteristic grin on his face.   "He’s clever, resourceful, courageous, and committed to the task at hand.   Oh, did I leave out modest?"   He slapped Aldor playfully on the shoulder.

"He will do!   Go easy on my ears, please" said Sanko.

"Just one moment," said Aldor "I would appreciate being included in this conversation."

"You are a little old for a trainee, but you seem to have the required temperament and the attributes to become a Generalist.   I anticipate it will take you about a year to reach an acceptable level of proficiency in the core disciplines" said Lomax.   "You will be unique, the one and only fourteenth warrior in the 'carnivores' Kebu.   In fact, there has never been a Kebu with fourteen members."

The council applauded, to signify their approval. 

"I appreciate the offer but, I am a controller.   I came here only to start the process, there are other places to visit, and other projects to get underway…" he paused as if thinking.

‘You are not seriously refusing them?’    Orden said.

‘Ah, you are still alive Orden. It has been so long...’

‘Nobody from the outside has ever been admitted to their ranks in living memory.   It is a unique opportunity.’ Said Orden.

‘But…’

‘There are, no more important projects, you must accept the honour.   You must stay and broaden your base by turning this backward and inward-looking Empire, into a vital and significant ally of our cause.   He plans for you to replace him as the most important man in the Cheilin Empire, and what is more, you are probably his only possible successor.’

(To be Continued) 

Copyright Len Morgan

 

 MOTHER 

By Peter Woodgate

And you, your mind elsewhere,

amongst the swirling dresses

without a care.

On shiny wooden floors

that supported your team

whilst I, a fly that needed swatting,

it was no dream.

And we, in those years of hardship,

suffered.

Not through the absence of material things,

but lack of love,

and what that brings.  

 

Copyright Peter Woodgate