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the room,
and so they turned around to listen.
Perhaps five seconds later, Baltor began, “By
my command as the Sultan of the Sharia Empire, this thieves’ guild
is to be terminated immediately! No longer will we have children
becoming thieves through these dangerous obstacles, but soldiers
who shall become a part of my top-secret elite task force!”
“Furthermore,” he added, “I will need
instructors and masters to assist me in this most noble and
honorable of tasks, and those of you who enlist within my ranks
shall be richly rewarded, especially by keeping every last one of
my commands ‘top secret…’”
Nearing the end of Baltor’s speech, nearly
sixty additional thieves ran into the cavern at top speed from the
tunnel where the special obstacle course existed, and whose
alarmed-looking cast included ten members that Baltor recognized
right away.
Their names and titles were Mistress Bayema,
Mistress Tricia, Master Jensa, Master Fargot, Instructor Qels,
Instructor Haves, Instructor Jeramone, Instructor Oasaim,
Instructor Laseva, and Instructor Welch.
All sixty of these thieves instantly
recognized Baltor—more-than-half recognized him for the good, while
the rest saw him as a traitor!
Most also recognized their landlord and his
guards, which is why the second half did not initially attack,
though they did draw out their weapons.
Quite a few more thieves began to draw their
own weapon/s upon hearing their thief-associates’ weapons being
unsheathed, yet Bayema was the first to order, “Sheath your
weapons, immediately….that is a direct order from a ruling member
of the High Council.”
They complied, though grudgingly … after all,
Baltor’s head was worth a whole hell of a lot of parsecs, and these
guards would be a piece of cake to take out, or so they
believed.
Though there was a bit of shock to her voice,
Bayema said, “We heard the alarm there were intruders. What are you
all doing here?”
Without fear, Baltor repeated his last
speech, word for word.
“I see…” Jensa was the first to reply in his
nasal tone of voice. “What’s to stop us all from plunging our
weapons into you all at the same exact moment, and killing every
last one of you before the very next second passes?”
Even though this master thief was technically
a human being, in many striking ways did Jensa bear the
characteristics of a weasel!
After all, not only were his beady eyes and
goateed face similar to a weasel’s face, yet he wore expensive,
glossy and fluffy clothes with lots of shimmering jewelry—a
long-sleeved red tunic, blue pants, knee-high black boots, jeweled
rings on every finger and four variously-styled jeweled necklaces.
Despite the man’s gaudy attire, it still wasn’t hard to figure out
that he had a real thin and lanky body, or that he was unusually
taller than most, being six feet and six inches tall.
“Me,” Baltor calmly answered.
Jensa countered, “Baltor, you are certainly
skilled and powerful, but not more than me. It’d be a piece of cake
for me to take you out in a duel and kill you—if it were just me
and you! Man versus man.”
“Go ahead and try it…”
“Are you serious?” Jensa asked with a really
evil grin.
After a laugh, Baltor confidently answered,
“Absolutely…”
“No, don’t fight,” Bayema interjected, while
raising both unarmed hands into the air. She pleaded, “The Sharia
Empire cannot take that chance of losing this new Sultan before
battle with the Mauritians—a war that will affect us all! It will
only be a matter of time before Emperor-Sedious Vaspan and his army
of more than one hundred and twenty thousand—if the report of that
astronomical number rings true—finds the Guild!”
After taking a deep breath through her nose,
she added, “We will not only lose our homes and our wealth if they
should succeed, yet perhaps our very lives!
“I like what Sultan Baltor Elysian has to
offer, and from everything I’ve heard and known about him
and so they turned around to listen.
Perhaps five seconds later, Baltor began, “By
my command as the Sultan of the Sharia Empire, this thieves’ guild
is to be terminated immediately! No longer will we have children
becoming thieves through these dangerous obstacles, but soldiers
who shall become a part of my top-secret elite task force!”
“Furthermore,” he added, “I will need
instructors and masters to assist me in this most noble and
honorable of tasks, and those of you who enlist within my ranks
shall be richly rewarded, especially by keeping every last one of
my commands ‘top secret…’”
Nearing the end of Baltor’s speech, nearly
sixty additional thieves ran into the cavern at top speed from the
tunnel where the special obstacle course existed, and whose
alarmed-looking cast included ten members that Baltor recognized
right away.
Their names and titles were Mistress Bayema,
Mistress Tricia, Master Jensa, Master Fargot, Instructor Qels,
Instructor Haves, Instructor Jeramone, Instructor Oasaim,
Instructor Laseva, and Instructor Welch.
All sixty of these thieves instantly
recognized Baltor—more-than-half recognized him for the good, while
the rest saw him as a traitor!
Most also recognized their landlord and his
guards, which is why the second half did not initially attack,
though they did draw out their weapons.
Quite a few more thieves began to draw their
own weapon/s upon hearing their thief-associates’ weapons being
unsheathed, yet Bayema was the first to order, “Sheath your
weapons, immediately….that is a direct order from a ruling member
of the High Council.”
They complied, though grudgingly … after all,
Baltor’s head was worth a whole hell of a lot of parsecs, and these
guards would be a piece of cake to take out, or so they
believed.
Though there was a bit of shock to her voice,
Bayema said, “We heard the alarm there were intruders. What are you
all doing here?”
Without fear, Baltor repeated his last
speech, word for word.
“I see…” Jensa was the first to reply in his
nasal tone of voice. “What’s to stop us all from plunging our
weapons into you all at the same exact moment, and killing every
last one of you before the very next second passes?”
Even though this master thief was technically
a human being, in many striking ways did Jensa bear the
characteristics of a weasel!
After all, not only were his beady eyes and
goateed face similar to a weasel’s face, yet he wore expensive,
glossy and fluffy clothes with lots of shimmering jewelry—a
long-sleeved red tunic, blue pants, knee-high black boots, jeweled
rings on every finger and four variously-styled jeweled necklaces.
Despite the man’s gaudy attire, it still wasn’t hard to figure out
that he had a real thin and lanky body, or that he was unusually
taller than most, being six feet and six inches tall.
“Me,” Baltor calmly answered.
Jensa countered, “Baltor, you are certainly
skilled and powerful, but not more than me. It’d be a piece of cake
for me to take you out in a duel and kill you—if it were just me
and you! Man versus man.”
“Go ahead and try it…”
“Are you serious?” Jensa asked with a really
evil grin.
After a laugh, Baltor confidently answered,
“Absolutely…”
“No, don’t fight,” Bayema interjected, while
raising both unarmed hands into the air. She pleaded, “The Sharia
Empire cannot take that chance of losing this new Sultan before
battle with the Mauritians—a war that will affect us all! It will
only be a matter of time before Emperor-Sedious Vaspan and his army
of more than one hundred and twenty thousand—if the report of that
astronomical number rings true—finds the Guild!”
After taking a deep breath through her nose,
she added, “We will not only lose our homes and our wealth if they
should succeed, yet perhaps our very lives!
“I like what Sultan Baltor Elysian has to
offer, and from everything I’ve heard and known about him
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