Despite trying to get taxes done amid a weekend of stomach flu, I managed to write a little bit here and there. Subconscious prods me to get moving on this novel by filling my dreams about Anthea battling demons in Jing. So here's a bit more for you to read!
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I could feel unseen eyes watching me while Long Feather, Jonata and I retraced our path back to the Jing home Temple of Balance. Hopefully, I would be able to meet with Justice Mei Wen as well, if only to reassure Shi Hua her friend had recovered from the injuries the young justice received during the demon attack on the city last winter.
When we reached the Temple of Balance, the wardens on guard at the main entrance treated us courteously. One of them raised two fingers to his mouth and blew a piercing whistle that would surely have deafened me if I stood right next to him.
A squire raced down the steps to take the reins of our horses. She had to be three or four winters older than my own squire Nathan. Once again, I bit my tongue to keep from insulting the child, but she handled all three steeds with aplomb as they disappeared down the street between Balance and Knowledge.
Something must have shown on my face however. The warden with the piercing whistle said, “Do not worry, Lady Justice, Squire Yang has a talent with all animals. Your horses will be well cared for.”
I smiled and inclined my head. “If it were my own Nassa, I would not be as concerned. However, the Reverend Mother of Balance in Haung He was gracious enough to allow me to borrow the mares from her Temple’s stable for the journey to Chengwu. I pray the Twelve will allow me to return the horses to her in the same, if not better, health than when I left.”
The warden shrugged. “Balance in all things. Ours is not to reason why any of the Twelve do as They do, Lady Justice.” He gestured for me and my party to follow him up the steps.
As we stepped through the main doors, the first sense of familiarity I’d felt in nearly three months enveloped me. Hallways led left and right from the foyer. Through the second set of doors, the statue of Balance stood on Her dais on the other side of the courtroom. Her hood hid Her features from view, and She clasped her hand in front of her, holding a non-existent sword.
A podium rested in front of the statue of Balance. High windows illuminated the court for those with normal sight. The galler
y was larger than the one in the courtroom in Standora, as was the defendants’ box. But everything else was so similar that for a moment, homesickness nearly drowned me.
“Greetings, sister.” The justice who entered the courtroom from the door to the back hallway and the clerks’ offices spoke Issuran. A warden guided her to me.
“Greetings to you,” I said in Jing. My wardens and I bowed even though she couldn’t see our gestures. “I am Chief Justice Anthea, the seat of the Duchy of Orrin in the Queendom of Issura. I have come to pay my respects to your Reverend Mother.”
The justice pushed back her hood and smiled. The only hair on her head were her brows and lashes. Yet, there was a sense of familiarity about her.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Chief Justice Anthea. I am Justice—”
“Mei Wen?” I blurted.
Her smile turned into a full-on grin. “Yes.”
I forgot all etiquette and pulled her into a tight hug. “Shi Hua has been so worried about you! So have I and the crown prince!”
She laughed. “It was a close thing. If it weren’t for Warden Yichen here, the demons would have surely have killed me.”
“Thank you, Warden Yichen.” I bowed deeply to the warden. “Not only from myself, but from Lady Shi Hua and her husband as well.”
His cheeks glowed red at my sincere gratitude. “I serve the Temple of Balance to the best of my ability.” He wrapped Mei Wen’s right hand around his left elbow once again.
“If you and your wardens will follow us,” Mei Wen said. “Our Reverend Mother is looking forward to meeting you as well.”
The Chengzhou home Temple of Balance was indeed much larger than Issura’s home Temple back in Standora. However, the general layout was much the same. The justice and staff offices were directly behind the courtroom. A single warden was stationed at several the doors we passed. However, Mei Wen and Yichen led us past the business area and to the personal quarters. Two wardens stood guard at a single door.
“Chief Justice Anthea to see Reverend Mother Xiang,” Mei Wen announced in her crystal bell voice.
Both wardens at the door nodded, and the one on the right opened the door and repeated her statement.
“Come in, come in,” said a woman. Her melodious tone made it difficult to determine her age.
Mei Wen and Yichen led the way inside. My wardens and I followed.
And it struck me that I’d never seen Reverend Mother Alara’s personal receiving room.
A woman in clerical robes sat beside a huge fireplace. A female warden stood behind the beautifully carved wood chair and slight to the left. What struck me was the Reverend Mother was as bald as Mei Wen. I needed to ask Yin Li about the style. Last thing I needed was to stumble over a cultural issue on the mission.
The Reverend Mother rose, and both she and her chief warden bowed. “A pleasure to meet you, Chief Justice Anthea. Justice Mei Wen has spoken highly of you.” When the Reverend Mother straightened, a bit of a smile tilted her mouth. “After assisting the Lady Shi Hua with her marriage trousseau, I hope you would allow our Temple to reimburse you.”
I bowed in return though she couldn’t see my gesture. “I appreciate your offer, but the trousseau was my wedding gift to Lady Shi Hua. No recompense is necessary.”
The Reverend Mother’s smile brightened. “I shall send for some tea. Would one of your wardens care to accompany my squire to the kitchen?”
Safety warred with etiquette in my mind, and I hesitated.
“My dear, you would not offend me by being cautious,” Reverend Mother said gently. “Justice Mei Wen has made me aware of the issues in Issura.” She sighed. “And frankly we’ve had our own share of problems here in Jing. If it weren’t for your tracking spell, Crown Prince Po would not have discovered the complicity of the School of Sorcery. Jing owes you a great debt.”
“I have come to serve,” I said. “There is no debt, Reverend Mother. I have come to regard the Lady Shi Hua as family. All I ask is that you allow Justice Mei Wen to visit your future empress as much as her duties allow. The lady will need a confidante in her new role much as I did when I was assigned to the Balance seat in Orrin.”
Mei Wen emitted a slight gasp of surprise.
However, Reverend Mother Xiang chuckled. “Fumiko didn’t overestimate your shrewdness.”
I quelled my shock. “You have spoken with her?”
“Don’t dissemble with me, young lady.” The Reverend Mother settled back in her chair. “She followed through with her complaint against Reverend Father Ogusuku. I would like to hear your side of the tale. To my knowledge, no human who entered a demon portal has ever returned from one.”
“Warden Long Feather, would you please accompany Warden Yichen to fetch the Reverend Mother’s tea?” I said.
“Yes, m’lady.”
“Please sit, my dear.” The Reverend Mother gestured in the direction of another carved chair across from her. From the position, the sharp white light of the fireplace made me squint, but I didn’t dare refuse.
While we waited for our refreshments, I told Reverend Mother Xiang of my strange adventures. She didn’t truthspell me, but her questions were rather thorough. And the conversation lasted through two pots of tea and a platter of almond-flavored short bread cookies.
I didn’t even register the temple bells until Jonata murmured, “I beg your pardon, Chief Justice, but it’s First Evening.”
“I apologize, my dear,” the Reverend Mother exclaimed. “Please stay for the evening meal. I still have so many questions to ask you.”
“I’m afraid I can’t, Reverend Mother.” I rose from the chair. “The crown prince has requested my presence at the palace. I enjoyed our conversation. I hope we can speak again.”
“We will, my dear.” She smiled. “We will.”
The young squire waited with our horses at the bottom of the steps when we exited the main doors of the Temple.
I bowed to the girl. “Thank you for your assistance, Squire Yang.”
Her face brightened to a lovely orange, and she bowed in return. “I am here to serve, Chief Justice.”
As we rode back to the palace, I sense Long Feather holding in a round of laughter. I turned to him. “What is so funny, Warden?”
“I merely imagined the chief warden and Sivan’s pleasure upon hearing my report when we returned home.”
“Your report?” I ground out.
“You remembered a squire’s name and addressed as such.” He shrugged.
Jonata made an odd sound in her throat before she added, “I believe Little Bear’s exact words were ‘Do whatever you must to prevent the chief Justice from starting a war with Jing. We have enough problems with the demons’.”
Even I had to laugh along with my wardens as our horses trotted down the Temple avenue.
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A Cup of Conflict - Chapter 7
Things are slowly taking shape in this book. However, I had to put it on the backburner while I worked on getting Magick and Murder out to my Kickstarter backers, double-checked my documentation for taxes, and voted yesterday. Then the lake-effect snow flurries keep drawing my attention, even though it's officially spring.
Anyway, here's your next taste of A Cup of Conflict!
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A huge square, easily a quarter league wide and long, stood between the Temples and grounds of the imperial palace itself. Bricks covered the entire ground space. Wooden poles stood around the edges of the square while some were embedded in the middle, marking off a smaller square.
Workers were already decorating the square for the Spring rituals. They ran ribbons from pole to pole. Tables and benches were transported by oxen and wagons from a nearby warehouse to the square.
“Is the middle section for dancing?” I quietly asked Yin Li.
She smiled and nodded. “Knowledge will provide paper lanterns, which will be hung the night before the first day.” She chuckled. “Unless the weather oracles predict rain. Then the Temple of Light will provide the lanterns.”
I laughed in return. “That’s one thing we rarely have to worry about in Issura. The winter rains are often long gone before the Rituals.”
A waist-high wall separated the square from the imperial palace. No doubt, the vicinity of the Temples to the throne were part of what triggered the resentment of the schools of philosophy. I needed to research more Jing history. I had a strong feeling the schools existed before Balance’s Revelation. If so, that would add to the masters’ animosity.
We entered the palace grounds, and imperial guards lined the avenue. Like the majority of civilians, the guards exhibited an enormous sense of relief at the new emperor’s return to Chengzhou.
The avenue itself was constructed of Toscana concrete. A great expense, but the material would last longer than cobblestone given the amount of traffic the palace normally might see. And the lane would definitely be crowded between the Spring Rituals and the upcoming coronation.
Huge troughs of soil held flowering plants, most of which were starting to bud under the balmy weather over the past four days. Statues were randomly placed on the lawn. Each art piece was surrounded by bed of plants or sand. In the sand beds, designs were drawn. I couldn’t be sure if they were similar to the DinĂ© sand paintings because all sand looked the same to me. It was something I would have to ask Luc about later.
At the end of the quarter-league avenue, people I assumed were the Dragon Palace staff lined up in neat rows at the ends of the wide steps up to the palace itself. Imperial guards kept a significant path in the middle of stair clear. The only people who weren’t surrounded by the armed men and women were the handful of nobles and the many squires at the foot of the palace steps.
When we reached the end of the avenue, Po gave the signal to stop and dismount. I glanced behind us, half-expecting the heads of the Temples to have joined the procession, but no one was behind us except the escort loaned to us by Duke Lixin.
Once the riders stood on the pavement, the lead noble approached Po and bowed deeply. “Welcome home, Your Majesty.”
“Rise, cousin.” Po chuckled. “We’ll have more than enough ceremony to stand on over the coming weeks and years.”
“As you wish, Your Majesty.” The noble straightened, a neutral expression on his face.
Po gestured Shi Hua to his side. “May I present my wife Bao Shi Hua? My love, this is my cousin, Duke Bao Mengchang, the Imperial Grand Chancellor.”
I didn’t miss the slight twitch of the duke’s lips when Po grasped Shi Hua’s hand in his and led her to each noble present and introduced them to her. Mengchang may simply have conservative views. Or he could simply be biding his time. All of his cousins with claims to the throne would be present for the coronation.
Maybe Mengchang still thought Shi Hua was the concubine who’d accompanied Po to Issura nine years ago.
Gah! Now I was seeing plots where none might be. The events over the last two years had ruined whatever normality that had existed in my life. I glanced at Luc and amended my thoughts. We’d lost whatever stability we had the day Katarina came to me at the inn.
Maybe there wasn’t a plot, but Mengchang’s disapproval increased when he noticed Captain Mateqai wasn’t from Jing. And he was outright frowning deeply when Po instructed him to house Luc, me, and our wardens in the imperial family wing.
“The staff are still cleaning the family rooms in the emperor’s wing,” Mengchang said stiffly.
Po eyed his chancellor. “What are you proposing, my cousin? That we place the esteemed ambassadors from Issura in concubines’ quarters?”
“They’re Temple,” Mengchang said. “I was not expecting clergy to reside in the palace, Your Majesty.”
Well, I had to admit, if only to myself, Po had told us the truth about how his own people regarded him. If anything, he had undersold the problems he faced.
“The Issurans lost their southern border city of Tandor at this time last year,” Po said coldly. “If it weren’t for Chief Justice Anthea and High Brother Luc, Teodora of Issura would have lost her entire queendom. You will treat them with the esteem Teodora holds them and the honor they have earned.”
“Of course, Your Majesty.” Mengchang bowed again. “I beg your forgiveness. No slight was intended. I shall double the housekeeping staff to make sure the rooms are ready for tonight.”
“Also, Duke Lixin should be here in two days,” Po added.
“We shall prepare for his arrival, Your Majesty.” Another deep bow.
“Once my lady wife and I have refreshed ourselves from our long journey, please dine with us and our guests this evening.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Mengchang’s annoyance lifted. Had he feared he would be dismissed due to Chengwu’s assassination? Or worse, executed for failing to protect the previous emperor?
“Your Majesty, if I may be excused briefly,” I said. “The high brother has had a proper audience with your Reverend Father of Light, but I must extend my own courtesies to your Reverend Mother of Balance.”
Po inclined his head. “Of course, Chief Justice. Dinner shall commence a candlemark after First Evening.”
I bowed. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” This time, I had to bite my tongue to keep from making any flippant remarks concerning the imperial couple staying out of trouble while I was gone. As much as I worried about their safety and Luc’s, etiquette needed to be observed.
And it gave me a chance to escape Sister Darys’s watchful eyes.
Anyway, here's your next taste of A Cup of Conflict!
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A huge square, easily a quarter league wide and long, stood between the Temples and grounds of the imperial palace itself. Bricks covered the entire ground space. Wooden poles stood around the edges of the square while some were embedded in the middle, marking off a smaller square.
Workers were already decorating the square for the Spring rituals. They ran ribbons from pole to pole. Tables and benches were transported by oxen and wagons from a nearby warehouse to the square.
“Is the middle section for dancing?” I quietly asked Yin Li.
She smiled and nodded. “Knowledge will provide paper lanterns, which will be hung the night before the first day.” She chuckled. “Unless the weather oracles predict rain. Then the Temple of Light will provide the lanterns.”
I laughed in return. “That’s one thing we rarely have to worry about in Issura. The winter rains are often long gone before the Rituals.”
A waist-high wall separated the square from the imperial palace. No doubt, the vicinity of the Temples to the throne were part of what triggered the resentment of the schools of philosophy. I needed to research more Jing history. I had a strong feeling the schools existed before Balance’s Revelation. If so, that would add to the masters’ animosity.
We entered the palace grounds, and imperial guards lined the avenue. Like the majority of civilians, the guards exhibited an enormous sense of relief at the new emperor’s return to Chengzhou.
The avenue itself was constructed of Toscana concrete. A great expense, but the material would last longer than cobblestone given the amount of traffic the palace normally might see. And the lane would definitely be crowded between the Spring Rituals and the upcoming coronation.
Huge troughs of soil held flowering plants, most of which were starting to bud under the balmy weather over the past four days. Statues were randomly placed on the lawn. Each art piece was surrounded by bed of plants or sand. In the sand beds, designs were drawn. I couldn’t be sure if they were similar to the DinĂ© sand paintings because all sand looked the same to me. It was something I would have to ask Luc about later.
At the end of the quarter-league avenue, people I assumed were the Dragon Palace staff lined up in neat rows at the ends of the wide steps up to the palace itself. Imperial guards kept a significant path in the middle of stair clear. The only people who weren’t surrounded by the armed men and women were the handful of nobles and the many squires at the foot of the palace steps.
When we reached the end of the avenue, Po gave the signal to stop and dismount. I glanced behind us, half-expecting the heads of the Temples to have joined the procession, but no one was behind us except the escort loaned to us by Duke Lixin.
Once the riders stood on the pavement, the lead noble approached Po and bowed deeply. “Welcome home, Your Majesty.”
“Rise, cousin.” Po chuckled. “We’ll have more than enough ceremony to stand on over the coming weeks and years.”
“As you wish, Your Majesty.” The noble straightened, a neutral expression on his face.
Po gestured Shi Hua to his side. “May I present my wife Bao Shi Hua? My love, this is my cousin, Duke Bao Mengchang, the Imperial Grand Chancellor.”
I didn’t miss the slight twitch of the duke’s lips when Po grasped Shi Hua’s hand in his and led her to each noble present and introduced them to her. Mengchang may simply have conservative views. Or he could simply be biding his time. All of his cousins with claims to the throne would be present for the coronation.
Maybe Mengchang still thought Shi Hua was the concubine who’d accompanied Po to Issura nine years ago.
Gah! Now I was seeing plots where none might be. The events over the last two years had ruined whatever normality that had existed in my life. I glanced at Luc and amended my thoughts. We’d lost whatever stability we had the day Katarina came to me at the inn.
Maybe there wasn’t a plot, but Mengchang’s disapproval increased when he noticed Captain Mateqai wasn’t from Jing. And he was outright frowning deeply when Po instructed him to house Luc, me, and our wardens in the imperial family wing.
“The staff are still cleaning the family rooms in the emperor’s wing,” Mengchang said stiffly.
Po eyed his chancellor. “What are you proposing, my cousin? That we place the esteemed ambassadors from Issura in concubines’ quarters?”
“They’re Temple,” Mengchang said. “I was not expecting clergy to reside in the palace, Your Majesty.”
Well, I had to admit, if only to myself, Po had told us the truth about how his own people regarded him. If anything, he had undersold the problems he faced.
“The Issurans lost their southern border city of Tandor at this time last year,” Po said coldly. “If it weren’t for Chief Justice Anthea and High Brother Luc, Teodora of Issura would have lost her entire queendom. You will treat them with the esteem Teodora holds them and the honor they have earned.”
“Of course, Your Majesty.” Mengchang bowed again. “I beg your forgiveness. No slight was intended. I shall double the housekeeping staff to make sure the rooms are ready for tonight.”
“Also, Duke Lixin should be here in two days,” Po added.
“We shall prepare for his arrival, Your Majesty.” Another deep bow.
“Once my lady wife and I have refreshed ourselves from our long journey, please dine with us and our guests this evening.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Mengchang’s annoyance lifted. Had he feared he would be dismissed due to Chengwu’s assassination? Or worse, executed for failing to protect the previous emperor?
“Your Majesty, if I may be excused briefly,” I said. “The high brother has had a proper audience with your Reverend Father of Light, but I must extend my own courtesies to your Reverend Mother of Balance.”
Po inclined his head. “Of course, Chief Justice. Dinner shall commence a candlemark after First Evening.”
I bowed. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” This time, I had to bite my tongue to keep from making any flippant remarks concerning the imperial couple staying out of trouble while I was gone. As much as I worried about their safety and Luc’s, etiquette needed to be observed.
And it gave me a chance to escape Sister Darys’s watchful eyes.
Monday, March 11, 2024
Sad, Sad Moment at the Oscars
This made me cry angry tears last night. So many of DH's work colleagues used to live in Kyiv.
Wednesday, March 6, 2024
A Unfortunate Break
Chapter 7 of A Cup of Conflict is almost done, but I need to take a unwanted break from writing in order to do the tax stuff. Yep, it's that time in the U.S. I always make a resolution to have this done by the end of February. Ir's only happened once since I started filing the 1040 form.
Goddess, I miss the 1040-EZ. It was so much easier to plan the withholding amounts.
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