The old detective took another muffin from the basket,
cutting it in half with his pen knife and placing a part in front of each of
them. Harry looked down at the baked
good with some amount of regret for how her sickness would be coming
later. It was delicious, but she
probably wouldn’t manage to eat anything for the rest of the day.
“Your husband is going to make me fat, Jud.”
“Amarea tried to do the same thing on Nerot and she was quite disappointed in
your lack of weight gain.”
“Princesses aren’t supposed to have any extra bits around them, my thighs were
scandalous enough.”
Jud refilled their cups of coffee, sighing as the last drops
fell out of the bottom of the urn.
“But you forget, Ehri, that you were a king. It does not matter how a king looks as long
as he rules his people in the right way.”
A king.
That time was a laugh.
Harry had not been called a king for over three hundred years
and it was certainly something that Will did not know. There was a need to tell her of many things
of the past, but Harry’s past was very complicated.How was she supposed to explain being a child
of war? Or the king of a lost
kingdom? Or being wedded for a century
to a woman she was with through the prophecy of a god?
“Jud keep your voice down when you toss around that
word. No one knows that about me, except
for you.”
“Will knows nothing of your past and yet you have so much to share with her. You
know that all of these magazines say that healthy relationships depend upon
communication between partners.”
“No shit, Jud. But bull shit on you,”
Harry paused to point a finger at Jud before continuing, “for trying to give me
advice on a healthy relationship.”
Jud passed a hand away at her gesture and remark, taking the
coffee pot from the table and began preparing for a new pot. The need for coffee to keep the day alive was
an obvious point as each group sat in their silence. There was little chatter in the thoughts of
Ria and Will, who had long since moved from the region of the kitchen up to the
master bedroom.
A wise choice.
“Ehri, you know as well as I do that your pursuits of love
have had rather bad endings. You lost
Cara to the war, twice. You have done
horizontal dances with every standard of beauty floozy in every bar across the
galaxy. And you thought that Ita Fiacre,
daughter of Zinnia’s most prolific criminal, would be a suitable mate.”
He brought the refilled pot back, sitting it between them
and drinking the last remnants of the current cup before continuing.
“Do not judge me for questioning your judgement.”
“I wasn’t planning on marrying Ita. She
was just a cover story and any sign of romance I held for her, was
misattributed.”
“My friend, you may not have planned on marrying her but Ita wanted to marry
you. And now you have her as one of your
best friends while her vision of unrequited love still stands.”
Ita was nothing more than a mistake and a bad judge of
character. It was just supposed to be a
short assignment on Zinnia, within the corrupt little city of Delta, talking to
a few drug dealers. And when the chance
of a connection with the boss’s daughter, any good agent would have stepped in. They certainly would have gone along with the
flirtations and the meetings. And of
course, the rolling in the sheets.
It had all been a necessary part of the plan to bring the
organization down.
“Robe is my best friend. Ita just happens to show up in my living room a lot.”
“And your kitchen. And your squad
room. And downstairs chatting to the
junior detectives.”
Jud stretched out the ‘s’ on ‘detectives’ while lighting another cigarette.
“Jud, how do you smoke those so quickly?”
A cough came from the other side of the table followed by, “I’m very stressed
old bastard who just found out he’s going to be a father.”
Connecting the holy union of Jud and Ria to the thought of
two careless teenagers making love in the backseat of a sedan…
It was yet another thing Harry wished she could delete from
her mind but wouldn’t have the ability to do so. She could forget recipes or the name of that
solider in that bar on that whatever battlefield. But things like Will’s favorite book and
visualizations of embarrassing conversations, would always suffer a different
fate.
“You are an old bastard.”
“And here I thought you were going to dispute me on the point.”
Harry looked down to the table to see her untouched muffin. The gently laid white sparkling sugar could
only make her think of the sidewalk treatments being out at that very
moment. Snow had been wreaking havoc in
some portions of the Delta city since the season had begun four months prior
and would stretch for six more months. One aspect of adapting the Federation calendar, perfectly mastered for
Earth and its close siblings, was the lack of seasonal alignment. Depending on the times someone found
themselves in, they might have winter for three years, as it had been done on
Nerot.
“Jud?”
He had (thankfully) removed the cigarette from his mouth before
eating the remnants of their third combined muffin. At her pinging question of his name, Harry
watched as the wrapper nearly went down the old alien’s throat.
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever regret working for the Federation? Like sure it’s great health insurance benefits and a kinky calendar, but
sometimes I wonder if maybe my life wouldn’t have been this way.”
“It’s kind of late to be taking a double thought at enlisting, darling. I am correct in saying you enlisted, yes?”
A quick nod was all Harry could manage while flashing back
to being a careless young soldier. The
Federation campaigns from her youngest days were focused on the word “escape”,
offering people in the outer zones a chance at a life. Normally they would have directed this at a
farmer or an apprentice rather than a seventeen-year-old mercenary.
“I enlisted because I was born a solider, but I could not
serve in my own army. My mother made
sure that I could never come back unless I wanted to serve on the throne.”
“Ehri, you seem to forget the fact that is not your mother said. From my understanding of the time when you
were a child, she was trying to stop one of your prophecies from happening.”
“…one of your
prophecies…”
It was an outrageous fact for a person to have more than one
prophecy about their future. That a hero
of a kingdom would have endless missions to fulfill and eternal battles with
the darkest power. Those were the
stories that belonged in a beaten, leather bound book that was brought out to
excite children. Nerot had many heroes
of great strength, many children of war like herself, all who served the throne
in their proper ways. All who had died
upon their thousandth or ten thousandth quest for the king.
All who were willing to keep fighting as scrolls and crystal
balls were handed down.
“She was willing to exile me, Jud. Rather than let her heir have a chance at
making the kingdom better, my mother simply locked me away at the ends of the
time. Or she could have at least just
let me run away.”
Jud barely shifted in the chair across from her, slight movements
only to be marked down as discomfort. As
much as they both wanted to get away from Nerot, from the wars they had
suffered for the sake of “justice”, Harry could read the connections running
across his mind. Jud was of the school
of thought that making peace with the past was completely possible, that old
memories could be reworked as motivation for the future.
Harry could agree that the past motivated her, but they had
very different views of what to do with that motivation.
“Oh, get out of my head, child.”
“You’re getting some cobwebs in your gears, Jud. Might want to clear them out with some good
exercise of the mind, rather than just using your hips all of the time.”
He took another sip of coffee while grumbling, “Ehri, why would I ever trust
you with such a detail?”
“Because you need advice from your oldest friend that happens to double as
comedic relief.”
The laugh that followed her statement proved the assumption
to be correct. It was true that she
could give no advice to Jud in the field when it came to dealing with the
creation of life. And there was advice
that she chose to give to him, it would be in the best interest of the young
parents to avoid.
“I can also read minds and I can see all of the plans you
are formulating with the purpose of scaring Ria.” Jud paused while picking up the cigarette he
had left lying in the ash tray, studying it for a moment and then grinding it
into the dish.
“Ehri, you are not my oldest friend.”
“I do come pretty close considering how many of your ‘old friends’ are
dead. That is usually what happens when
you hit your first millennia of living.”
“You sound pretty judgmental for someone already building on their five hundred
chip. Do you want to work the case or
not?”
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