THE GRAND OLIGARCHS OF QINSATORIX
by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
Excerpt (E) Preliminary Draft Version
A
couple of hours later Adam and Akira
were
lying together, exhausted and hand-in-paw,
when there was a creaking sound outside the stained glass window.
“What's
that bloody noise?”
yelped
Prince Adam.
“Maybe it's a poltergeist with knobs on,” giggled Akira.
“I think that it's another of those confounded Q.I.A.
agents,” suggested Adam. “They spy on me all over the damned
place.”
“I'm
sure they
do, dearest one,”
replied Akira, with a knowing look.
“You
shouldn't fool yourself that they don't.”
The
stained glass window flew suddenly
open,
and a Cardusian belly-banded
owl flew in, in
a flash of blue light,
flapped its wings three times, and alighted a
mahogany stool.
“A
million greetings and felicitations, Adam and Akira,” she said,
with a blink. “I
am the Owl of Fairy
Godmothers
Past.”
“What tidings to you bring, noble owl?” inquired
Prince Adam.
“I
bring you truly wonderful tidings, brave prince. You
will propagate the sacred bloodline of the Banquotoxxers, and you
will perform great and
mighty deeds
on this planet.”
“What
sort of mighty
deeds?” asked
Adam.
A sheet of white light flashed through the window and
transfigured the owl's face.
“The
deeds of true christians
with a small cee, my son,” replied the owl. “Mark my words! Your
brother Osamu will be to you as Jonathan was to David. Together you
will lead a rising of the species that will challenge your fat cats
and oligarchs to the core.”
“Will
my
loved ones
be triumphant and live to tell their tale?” asked Akira.
“That
I cannot tell you, Blessed Daughter of Heaven,” replied the owl,
with a sigh and a twitch, “but remember the saintly twenty-first
century martyr Julius Statisticus Scotius. His followers on Earth
were victorious, even though he preceded them to the Crimson Cube of
Heaven in
anguish and grief.”
“Are you a physical manifestation of the eternally
divine Messiah, noble owl?” asked Adam.
The owl stared at Adam, flapped her wings, and headed
for the window
“You
can
be
highly perceptive at
times,
my son,” she declared,
“though
you should
keep your neurotransmitters better
oiled, particularly
when you're about to tangle with your bossy relatives.”
How
much of that we should actually believe? wondered
Akira. Nothing is pre-destined. That
pompous owl
is doubtlessly under the
control of
the Q.I.A.
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