The rope the twine and the rigging had become a great staple for the British. The great hemp had served two purposes for the kingdom. The leather whips worked endlessly to curb the appetite of the serfs and to herd the black slaved into the open vacuum created by the ventures of the acclaimed lords of the new and old worlds. The desire to take the place of their once Roman masters were the aspiration of all the old Barbarian leaders but Elizabeth led the hordes and paid the cost necessary to become the master. She had broken with all the old restrictions of the church and replaced the tithes with the tax and dividend system. The new schools of through and the life of the Bordello grew. The invisible hand wrote the writing on the wall but few for her followers could see or read.
Sheriff Quincy Applebee was trying out his chew of the new prize product which had found it way to England via way of the Spanish Connection. The chew was sweet and the juice intoxicating. The Sheriff men had worked the east side of the river as far north as the ford. They believed that the dogs had picked up Oglethorpe’s scent but they were afraid to cross the river. There had been many tales about the place and the idea for finding the right dog had been the hunter’s dream. Even the Fox hunting nobility would not cross the ford. Many tales of the highlanders had kept the British at bay. This was the last refuge of the Celts and Druids. The Sheriff was determined so he offered a golden coin to the man or men who would cross and flush the monster out.
This was an opportunity for fame and fortune. Corn-Wallace knew the place and the great tales that went with it. On any other occasion he would not have ridden with the sheriff…he despised the man…but he could not give up the opportunity to see the mayhem for himself. The idea that Oglethorpe would give up easily was foolish. He had known the boys father and it was possible that it was about the mysteries. The whole feud between good and evil was what fueled the fire. Corn-Wallace had danced and was well fucked. He crossed ford and came to the troll bridge. The mean troll greeted him and he pulled out his pint of good ole Irish whiskey and gave them a feast. One of the drunken trolls took out his fiddle and began to play and Ole Corn-Wallace cut a gig with them. Rarely did the trolls meddle in human affairs but they liked Corn-Wallace and pointed out the clearing where Oglethorpe had slept. They knew that they could not pass and envied the fact that the human could sleep in peace among them without paying a toll. They also believed that the toll would be great upon the humans when Oglethorpe was returned to them. They expected him to be delivered to the other side piece by piece.
Corn-Wallace came to the clearing and saw the Plowman’s mark. He set his camp near knowing that Oglethorpe would return before the night fall. On the other side it was customary to leave the Queens mark to flush out the hunted man. On the West side of the river this practice did not work because in the land of the living dead no threat carried any weight because all men were subject to death. None were masters of death and the grim reaper laugh at the fools. The insect was respected because his death was swift and the multitude of souls that followed was countless. Therefore the sons of Bal Z Bug were admired but their souls had no weight.
Oglethrope returned to the encampment early before the evening sun began to set. He saw that Corn-Wallace would not enter the safe place and he walked up to him. He knew that the old man could not whip him in a fight. “So they sent you for me?”
“Yes, I come for your ass or you.”
“Well why not take my ass…I don’t intend to go freely.”
“You will go freely because I am between you and your shelter and the white wolf will be here shortly,” smiled Corn-Wallace.
“Damn the white wolf—there is a spawn coming tonight that will make the White Wolf blush and pee on herself,” said Oglethorpe.
“Well we won’t have the time to see what that is,” countered Corn-Wallace.
“My good man you need only let me pass and cross back over the river and save your posse’s life. Your being charmed here is a devil’s trick. I never killed your sister…hell I loved her if I could have loved any human…if any man knows…that man is you.”
“You might be right …if so I must appease the devil and that still mean someone must be offered up and since she came to be with you it was your duty to protect her and those kids. You ran off and left them to live a hell on the other side. I know you are right because they are no where to be found on this side. Their souls are trapped and without you to answer for the evil folly they may never find rest. The White Wolf will come for you and if we have you on the other side we are assured to place her in the archer’s sight. You can explain yourself to the sheriff and he will assure you safe passage after we capture the wolf.”
“I would rather face those wolves here than the hungry dogs on your side!”
The sun was sinking fast and Corn-Wallace knew that he had to convince Oglethrope fast because the MaJI shelter could not protect both of them. He had no aught with the MaJI but he had chosen his path with the sheriff’s men and his favor in the land of the dwarf was among them not with the sons of the MaJI. He would have to go deeper into the northern country to find the powerful dwarf if he need to remain on the west side of the river beyond night fall. “Its time to go!” he motioned to Oglethorpe.
“Then come take me,” challenged Oglethorpe and pulled his hunting knife.
The knife had been whetted to a razor sharp edge and the point caught the setting sun and flashed a spark in Corn-Wallace’s eyes. “Well bring it on!” returned Corn-Wallace tapping his feet. When he tapped his feet Oglethorpe took a pass with the sharp blade. It cut through the little man’s whiskers shearing them about two inches shorter. This was cause for Corn-Wallace to take him manly from the place of refuge because he had lost some lives from the first swipe. To lose any part of a man’s flesh even a string of his hair was the lost of life.
Oglethorpe stepped closer hoping to close the range as he came back with the knife but Corn-Wallace stepped aside and swept the ogre feet’s from under him and he tumbled. When Oglethorpe ass hit the ground Corn-Wallace tapped his feet hard against the ground and he and Oglethorpe were surrounded by little men with faded green togas. One had a fiddle and started to play as the other began to dance. Corn-Wallace joined them as Oglethorpe stood and again tried to cut Corn-Wallace who again side stepped and slapped him side the head. The blow stunned Oglethorpe and he could see three of Corn-Wallace. A trickle of blood dripped from Oglethorpe’s nose.
“Now man there is no need to anger the little men of the river. Your family lives too close to this place and often they have been benefited by the good grace of the fairy,” cautioned Corn-Wallace.
The fiddle got faster and soon Corn-Wallace was dancing with the little men and it was as though Oglethorpe saw three of him. He would cut one and the third would slap him and he would cut the third and the first and second would slap him. Soon two of them had slapped him silly and all the dancing around him caused him to get dizzy and drop the knife and fall to the ground. The little men wrapped him in an angel hair cocoon and dragged him to the foot of the troll bridge. Corn-Wallace took him across the bridge just as the sun set in the Western Sky and dumped his body before the feet of Quincy Applebee and his posse. From that day Corn-Wallace would be a ledgend among the Queen’s men but in his heart he had wroth an evil deed. He knew that what ever Oglethorpe was guilt of; he did not murder his sister or nieces.
When the posse looked Oglethorpe was bound in a hemp rope and had a number of knots on his head and brow. They wanted to hear how Corn-Wallace battled with him and raised so many knots without receiving a cut. Corn-Wallace would not entertain them indicating that he would take no part in killing an innocent man.
“It is not our place to adjudge this man guilt or innocence. The Queen’s Court will receive him gagged and bound and his soul will answer to her justice! Exclaim the sheriff.
They tied Oglethorpe sitting up right to the edge of the cart pulled by a team of oxen back toward Lancaster and London. Many of the posse went home with great tales of conquest and where Corn-Wallace had nothing to say that was no reason that the posse could not speculate. When they reached Lancaster prison the word had spread south and the Constable had an order to retain the prisoner until the Queen’s men came to receive him or try and execute him.
The Queen’s interest was drawn to witch-craft. This was enhanced by the fact that Oglethorpe was captured across the border. To bring any man across the river and execute him was an act establishing domain. England and Scotland had a tenuous peace and fragile economic union. The common wealth and union of the kingdoms were feudal defense pacts against the French which were extended in politics which did not manifest unity on the ground. Some one would ask if the man was a son or England or Ireland before the matter was settled. The sheriff had dispatched Corn-Wallace to quell these types of questions. Corn-Wallace statements would create a political crisis and had to be brought to the attention of the Queen’s men.
Corn-Wallace and Oglethorpe were of the Finnegan clan. Mabel couldn’t rest easy when the clan was in deep trouble. They had fought the Maguire for years trying to become the masters of all Ireland but the feud was at best a draw. Yet, the powerful highlander blade was claimed as part of the Finnegan Way. There was none more independent than the Maguire and they were to be mastered by none. Most stayed out of family feuds and even the Queen knew that a matter between blood could be settled best by blood so Corn-Wallace action was a solution in one way but troubling if he refused to take the honor for the capture and bring the charge before the Queen. The Plowman had spoken to Oglethorpe and he was convinced that the man did nothing. His wife’s unrest would ultimately become a family matter.
The plowman turned the dung and the center had grown a heart which beat like that in a man’s chest. The beetle and bees had established the heart as the central battle ground. This was the only part of the hill which showed life after three days. The plowman starched the outer edges of the hill upward and forced the center downward. The base of the dung pill became narrow as the peak rose. The wax from the hive was dissolving slowly and the pile was fiery red. After the plowman worked the dung he took the two oxen and the plow and began to cut and turn the northern forty for the first tillage. The sun plaster down and he sweat and looked toward the horizon each time he turned the plow and clicked his teeth. He tried to cast the whole matter from his mind. The life of a man was nothing to be taken in such a fashion. He knew that some trust had been violated because he had left a space for the fool to hide on the other side of the river. Oglethorpe had been bamboozled and found a place among the wild dogs and even this place had been envied. He had been allowed across the river and it was not enough for him to live among the dead spirits because he simply wished to call himself a man after being such a fool. The more the plowman thought me knew that one day he would meet up with Corn-Wallace again. There would be few questions or answers for such a man.
Ned had followed his father from a distance. He peered from the tree line watching him plow. The two great oxen obey the clicks and tugs. His father never had to use a whip. The sweat rolled down his face drenching his beard and ran along this neck creating a puddle from his chest to his waist. Ned had watched him turn the dung but made sure that he was on the other side of the field. Now that his father was closer he studied his face and tried to understand the feeling that it conveyed. There was not a fround but it was fit to be granite. Chiseled and haggard it was set against the hard times to come to the family. The whole of the queen’s inquisition was set in place but Ned had never experienced such a trial so he did not completely understand the Plowman’s disposition. He wanted to talk now more than ever but realized that his father was working more than the ground. The black earth flipped as large clogs and sits up in much the same shape.
The Plowman had work for a half-day and walked the oxen to apron where the cart rest in the shade. When he looked up he saw Ned sitting on the tail of the cart. His two youngest sons had just begun to learn the truth about manhood. The trip to the other side of the river had not been explained. Everything was unfolding to fast. Oglethorpe’s capture in less than a week made the Queen’s party seem more powerful than it was. He had hoped that a month and the weather had played more a role. He had hoped that his place on the other side of the river was strong enough to protect his brother-in-law. He could not phantom what magic Corn-Wallace could have employed to trick the swerved hunter to cross the bridge. He could not see how a man from the north without a blade could have achieved the feat without the help of the spirit who usually did not meddle in the affairs of humans without the invitation of one of their own.
He reached the wagon and pulled the oxen up to the wagon to cool off. “Tell me something good Ned,” he said.
Ned hunched up his shoulders, “the ground still turns black as usual.”
“Yes, it does and this too shall pass.”
“But death and blood shall cover England like a plague.”
“None wish to hear the source of their deeds but you are right my son. They sit and plot their lies and schemes to bring men into contention with their own being. They do not question the evil, slavery, and thievery and claim imminent power. They blame the power of hell for their human treasons…and what for this family…Ned?”
“This family know both sides of the river and shall preserve much of what it means to be human. We are the salt of the world and shall give the monarch more trouble on the continent than any body of people. Our people shall suffer starvation and famine but we shall expand our own secret societies and survive. We shall be the cause to bring MaJI and Finnegan back together. The masters of the highlander blade shall join with the masters of the scarab and become a formidable force to walk both sides of the river. Those who follow the Monarch shall become slaves to race, color and creed. They shall spread havoc and terror all over the globe.”
The Queen’s interest would be served. She had the horde of the scarab to follow her call. The scarab’s expected to feed upon the human larvae before it was full grown…before it returned to the earth, its cocoon. Elizabeth and her councilors met to discuss the witches’ crisis and the response to the new outbreak. “What of the Northern Witches,” she asked.
“Witches, fairies and trolls has always ruled the North of the realm,” replied Sir Bacon.
“I am quite aware but it was to our advantage to keep the myth when the Romans and French attempted rule over all of us. Now, that we wish our sovereign we can not tolerate such mischief.”
“We must continue tolerate these religions of the night stalker and Jack-o-lantern they are still of service to her majesty.”
“The people expect a response. They are used to a most violent response from both God and man. How will we keep them in line if we show fear for their heroes or their Gods? They will serve us like Corn-Wallace if we show them that terror will be punished more swiftly when it is against a people of the crown.”
“That is the old way and England is on a new path. We shall continue the campaign against the Witch and allow the men of the faith to mount a war against all other faith. We will support the grievance but it shall not become our battle. A man like Corn-Wallace shall be a thong in our side if we support him. What are we to make him Earl? No I say haul him in and question his loyalty. Make him reject his blood and vow allegiance to your majesty.”
“And what are we to do with the Queen’s Guard.”
“The knights of the garter are the only Queen’s Guard. These patrols ran by the sheriff are extensions which are controlled by the black-rod. Every act should come from those who have served you and your father’s belief through-out eternity.”
“What of the new myth “Oglethorpe”?”
“Let the Queen’s Guard in Lancaster hang him. Give the people their festival and do not make this a matter for all of London. Keep this matter confined among its people and brand it witch craft allowing the expansion of our inquisition into the family of those who claim to follow us.”
“Even our servants who pave the way for our domination…even our race and blood that expect to be our equals?” asked the Queen.
“Especially those…require them to call us master and mister as usual. Give them no liberties with royalties. They shall forever be serf and near slaves. When we are strong enough to import them like Portugal and Spain the serf must know his place is just above the common slave. Our East India Company must rise to rival the Portuguese and Spanish and we will soon dominate the world if we can dominate the sea. We will need true believers and what greater souls to serve us than our own blood. Every cause must keep these souls in our domain. What greater force to control them and keep them than fear. We must control their fear by promising them the ultimate protection and prosecution. We will let Lancaster handle this matter but we will expand our gallows to swing the witches by the dozens. You will see to that Sir Bacon.”
“England will flourish with schools and theaters where the church once dominated but the people will remain in the stupor. They shall be promised freedom in our Kingdom but no kingdom can offer what it is powerless to produce. They shall be promised a voice but be forced to speak in one voice. All shall be for God and country and this shall be reduced to one race. The chosen one shall be the rulers of the earth. I will see to the gallows as though they were the very business of England and the stocks shall be full and those who follow you shall fill them unless they find terror sufficient enough to fill them with foreigners.”
“Then be at it without much speaking!” Commanded the Queen.
The Oglethorpe incident became an affair. Then it grew into an inquisition and finally it was sedation. All was in violation of the Queens rule but it was confined to the area north of Lancaster where the Queen had seen her father ride and hunt Fox. The world of the Finnegan and Maguire were in a tumble. The little people had restrained themselves and remained on the west side of the river and not made contact with their blood on the other side unless evoked through prayers. The age of the MaJI was being reborn to contain and confront the needless violence against the common man be he serf or slave. The command of the Queen was temporal and its claim to reach the troll bridge would be tested. Ned followed his father home and the next generation was more ready than it had been when the last frond had been born.
Before the matter was done eight persons faced the gallows. The great party and picnic on execution day brought sadness and misery and the wretchedness of the men of the dew would be exposed like an open sore. The promises of their masters were seen to be bare lies. Most of the people knew that innocent souls had been hanged and the quarters of Oglethorpe was unsavory meat even for the devil to enjoy. The old rituals of Rome were now the new tools of England. She had come to be the dominate legs to carry the rebirth of the devil forward. Her invisible hand held the marks of the devil. She would maintain a pretense of the powerful Tal in the head and the golden coin in the hand. The next generation of mesh would be reborn into intrigue and man would be divided further into some powder or river sediment. Many men would be delivered to the other side of the river torn into quarters or blown to bits as cannon fodder.
The Queens men were no different than those of the Roman Inquisitionist. They had come to the Bordello and sequestered Mildred. They look all up her ass and down her throat for signs of the Witch. Every thing had been well greased with Lancanthorpy ointment. All but her most recent activities were disguised. She admitted to prostitution and was released after 12 days in the stocks. The Queen extended her rights to inspect any citizen and her power in the Northern country would be felt through the weight and boots of the Black-Rod.
Men who follow an emperor must give up his mind. There is no promise to be kept and those who are promised freedom are subject to slavery. Hilleary had received the ultimate promise of eternal life and lived in darkness and decay. Through-out eternity she was subject to Bal Z Bug and her soul was the stuff that found its existence in shit. The trampling down of the earth into those things most dead so these creatures could discern their own life was the invisible hand that now rule the earth. The most distinctive gold and the coldest and hardest of earth’s substances were not enough to shed life upon these degenerate beings. They had attempted to turn the world of man into a grave yard. At the head were the chambermaids and chamber men. Hilleary had come and relived her pass and her present. I could tell you about the colonies and the triangle trade. I could talk about the great victories and the various inquisitions. Even the devil refuses to talk about the promised freedoms and democracies.
None existed–the founder and the struggles with the Molly MacGuire tell their own stories. The British Empire took the place of the Roman masters and the prophecies of John became reborn for another 666 years. The religion of protest was similar to the one it had replaced and the kingdom of God was delayed. The born again were not really Christians they follow the filthy and the Lucifer and the tithe brought the silence of the new clergy. They supported the most evil killers and the slaughter of man was spread to another third part of mankind.
The new reign introduced intoxication as the new way to subdue man. His only peace was now found in the new substance called tobacco and expanded the potato whiskey and trade for wool and linen. The so called great freedom fighters held slaves and history smiled upon the new democracies. The Elizabethan period found its place in the history books and the age of debenture found a proper face to serve humanity. The devil had risen up like an angel of light and deceived many and even those who chose the right toward their creator and fellowman were marked for death. The minions of evil went all over the world to the very door of Mount Meat Get It ON to demand the last favor from their master before the very end of the false reign.
Hilleary was drunk with fucking and after ridding the Black-Rod just before the twilight had become a habit. She was no longer afraid of the Count and went into the room as often as she pleased. She left the castle only for the pleasure of fresh blood. She sought the blood of Mildred and Jared. She left and invitation for them to come to the castle. Mildred was delighted but Jared never came to the Bordello again. He had married Mabel’s daughter and took south where he took a trade among the plowmen’s sons as a Mason. Mildred had been saved by circumstances like we all appear to be saved. Hilleary’s dreams of enticing fresh blood were fulfilled by the tourist trade. Men and their wives began to visit the castle through out the ages and fed upon the living of the future. The day finally came for her to decide if she would return to her place in the future and awaken in the attic full of sweat and foreboding.
She was lying in the center of the pentagram and her cousin and grandmother were at the binah and the din levitating. The old woman was pale and worn and there was little life left in her body. When Hilleary sat up, the old lady’s bottom rested upon the hard floor. “Are you ready to take your place in the castle…moms?” she asked.
“No,” replied Hilleary.
“Then give me of your blue blood and let me live again so I can tell your children about this family and our heritage.”
Hilleary extended her arm and the aspirator was inserted into her vein and the pumped about a quart of blood into her grandmother who was invigorated to her place of a woman about thirty years old.
The next day Hilleary packed her bags and carriage with the symbol of the Hearst family picked her up and took her straight to Heathrow Airport. Her journey back to America settled her spirit and she was not sure if it was all a dream. She soon reunited with her peers at Radcliff and picked up her studies about the history of the world. None of it was correct but she kept her opinions to her self. She had lost much of her desire for the old country and the only thing which was left of her memory of the trip was Mildred. She had a desire to walk the streets at night but could not understand it origin. She was very happy when she stalked the street as she grew to become a woman in her dual world. Her family’s riches did not protect her from these urges. She followed the Gothic crowd and joined the Black Liberation Army.
It was not a real Army for liberating blacks but a college protest that had spread across the country. It knew nothing about Knighthood but had lots of Black-Rods as soldiers. No counts existed to keep her in line so she enjoyed the order of the groupies. She never had to take responsibility for her actions which were called dominate. She did not need to understand them but act them out. One day…maybe in 666 years her services would be needed again by her country men. Until that time life would be a bore and she was trapped in a century of hippies and lairs and killers now born again.
The End
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