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troop was enough to keep the restive crowd
peaceful at least. I climbed the steps of a raised Dias, in the
centre of Red Willowvale, so that I could be seen by everyone over
the heads of my ‘house guard’. As soon as I raised my hands, the
multi coloured sections fell absolutely quiet. Once again, my
automatic voice seemed amplified, even though I spoke as if talking
to a room full of people.
“You all know who
I am” I began “You who have so loyally and unswervingly served the
houses of the Supreme One and his family” I began my ‘automatic’
address
“Yet today, you
see the terrible reward for that service. All forty six of your
life long neighbours, in Red Willowvale, have been executed,
because their offspring chose to stand with me” There was a shocked
gasp, I saw some older men, around Zoran’s age, trying to push
their way to the front of their groups, but I continued “I know
that you believe in the Divine right of the Supreme Family, but I’m
telling you it’s a myth” That brought several outcries of protest.
But I forged on “I have eight men in front of you that actually
watched Lady Margaret kill Lord Peter” I told them, adding “Then
she herself was killed, by falling debris”. There was a spontaneous
wail of grief, from both the green and yellow sections of Willow
Vale.
“That’s why I’m
going to leave one vehicle and some guards here” I told them “To
defend those two groups and the rest of you in the event of another
attack by the Supreme Family”
“We don’t want
your protection Lord Robert” The voice came from a tall thin old
man with a green bow tie “You should keep your family squabbles
inside your own home, not fight your battles out here, using us as
shields” He added, expecting imminent death.
Perhaps emboldened
by my failure to punish the first man, another man, solid and short
and no more than fifty, crossed the bridge from Yellow Willow Vale
and called out.
“If you leave your
people here, the rest of us will become targets” He yelled at me
“Why don’t you just go, we all know what you people really are” He
added knowingly smug.
Still no response
from me, though my thirteen men were getting edgy. Suddenly one of
my own crew men spun around, aimed his machine gun point blank and
fired, while he began screaming
“My folks are dead
because of you, you’re not…” He stopped firing and his voice
trailed off, because the bullets had dropped off me, I was
completely unharmed. Two of his colleagues pointed their guns at
his head, he was already dead in his own mind. I motioned them to
stop
“There will be no
more killing in my name” I decreed “You of Willow Vale have my
personal protection. I will see to it that my family does you no
harm out here” I told the almost entirely stunned crowd.
However, it seems
the burly chap who had been so disrespectful a moment ago, was
quite sure that was some kind of pre-arranged trick. He managed to
burst past my still confused guards, draw a large pistol from under
his shirt and shoot while yelling
“You’re a fake
Lord Robert!” He had time to fire twice, right at my head, without
any effect on me, before a crew member knocked him flat. Again, I
had to stop my men from reprisal.
“Oh my God” The
man cried out “What have I done?” Then he tried to shoot
himself.
“Nothing” I
replied, telekinetically whipping his gun from him. “There is
nothing wrong with scepticism” I told them him and all the rest of
the stunned crowd.
“You must all
learn to discover and accept the truth as it is. No longer can you
afford to simply blindly believe” I added. If there were any more
like my would be assassin, who thought that the crewman’s gun was
loaded with blanks, his little number and my own telekinetic
finale, put an end to any doubt. Completely distraught, the man was
helped away by others from Yellow Willow Vale. My momentarily
murderous crewmember sat crying his heart out at the bottom
peaceful at least. I climbed the steps of a raised Dias, in the
centre of Red Willowvale, so that I could be seen by everyone over
the heads of my ‘house guard’. As soon as I raised my hands, the
multi coloured sections fell absolutely quiet. Once again, my
automatic voice seemed amplified, even though I spoke as if talking
to a room full of people.
“You all know who
I am” I began “You who have so loyally and unswervingly served the
houses of the Supreme One and his family” I began my ‘automatic’
address
“Yet today, you
see the terrible reward for that service. All forty six of your
life long neighbours, in Red Willowvale, have been executed,
because their offspring chose to stand with me” There was a shocked
gasp, I saw some older men, around Zoran’s age, trying to push
their way to the front of their groups, but I continued “I know
that you believe in the Divine right of the Supreme Family, but I’m
telling you it’s a myth” That brought several outcries of protest.
But I forged on “I have eight men in front of you that actually
watched Lady Margaret kill Lord Peter” I told them, adding “Then
she herself was killed, by falling debris”. There was a spontaneous
wail of grief, from both the green and yellow sections of Willow
Vale.
“That’s why I’m
going to leave one vehicle and some guards here” I told them “To
defend those two groups and the rest of you in the event of another
attack by the Supreme Family”
“We don’t want
your protection Lord Robert” The voice came from a tall thin old
man with a green bow tie “You should keep your family squabbles
inside your own home, not fight your battles out here, using us as
shields” He added, expecting imminent death.
Perhaps emboldened
by my failure to punish the first man, another man, solid and short
and no more than fifty, crossed the bridge from Yellow Willow Vale
and called out.
“If you leave your
people here, the rest of us will become targets” He yelled at me
“Why don’t you just go, we all know what you people really are” He
added knowingly smug.
Still no response
from me, though my thirteen men were getting edgy. Suddenly one of
my own crew men spun around, aimed his machine gun point blank and
fired, while he began screaming
“My folks are dead
because of you, you’re not…” He stopped firing and his voice
trailed off, because the bullets had dropped off me, I was
completely unharmed. Two of his colleagues pointed their guns at
his head, he was already dead in his own mind. I motioned them to
stop
“There will be no
more killing in my name” I decreed “You of Willow Vale have my
personal protection. I will see to it that my family does you no
harm out here” I told the almost entirely stunned crowd.
However, it seems
the burly chap who had been so disrespectful a moment ago, was
quite sure that was some kind of pre-arranged trick. He managed to
burst past my still confused guards, draw a large pistol from under
his shirt and shoot while yelling
“You’re a fake
Lord Robert!” He had time to fire twice, right at my head, without
any effect on me, before a crew member knocked him flat. Again, I
had to stop my men from reprisal.
“Oh my God” The
man cried out “What have I done?” Then he tried to shoot
himself.
“Nothing” I
replied, telekinetically whipping his gun from him. “There is
nothing wrong with scepticism” I told them him and all the rest of
the stunned crowd.
“You must all
learn to discover and accept the truth as it is. No longer can you
afford to simply blindly believe” I added. If there were any more
like my would be assassin, who thought that the crewman’s gun was
loaded with blanks, his little number and my own telekinetic
finale, put an end to any doubt. Completely distraught, the man was
helped away by others from Yellow Willow Vale. My momentarily
murderous crewmember sat crying his heart out at the bottom
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