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Excerpts from the Okal Rel Universe... by Lynda Williams |
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Interdicted by the League of Women (From draft MS of Part 7: Healer's Sword ) As Avim of the empire, Amel's history and less than becoming conduct attracts the attention and censure of the guardians of propriety in the Demish world. Luthan held out a letter to him in a shaking hand. "What is it?" Amel asked, coming forward to take it. "I can't speak to you!" Luthan blurted and sealed her lips tight again, tears welling up in her lovely blue eyes. Dressed in a long, ample gown for the sake of her pregnancy, and decked out in full regalia to receive the Lion Reach visitors, she was tragedy itself personified. Self-controlled. Glittering. And grieving. Amel looked from his friend to the women surrounding her. He knew most of them, personally. Even the most levelheaded among them looked as grim as if someone had died. "Erien?" Amel asked, his heart rate accelerating. "Did that idiot accept a challenge and get himself killed over his fool academy!" He demanded, vibrating with rising anger. But Luthan was shaking her head vigorously. She waggled a finger at the letter Amel now held in his own hand. "Read it!" she croaked, and turned to one of her ladies to grip her hands, turning her back to Amel. Confused, Amel shook the letter open. It was written on heavy, linen paper encrusted with gold motifs. The crest across the top, illuminated in bright inks and intricately rendered, depicted the words: League of Women for the Betterment of Men. Amel had heard about the league. It was one of the many regulatory bodies of the Demish world whose blessing was necessary for people to conduct their business, like the Society for the Regulation of Manufactured Substances. Some were local in origin, but most of the major ones had roots as old as Sevildom, based in Lion Reach. Amel had encountered numerous comedies, in his day, that poked fun at the League of Women for the Betterment of Men, as well as romantic dramas in which the league starred as the font of all wisdom, but his personal experience of the old, Lion House sorority was tangential. The letter read:
Amel read the letter in stunned silence before lowering his arm with
a jerk, surprising Sam who had been leaning in to read it simultaneously. |
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