Monday, September 1, 2014

Minuet Sees King Hebraun off to Battle

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Part Seven
"Begging your pardon, sire," said Dunvel as he shifted from foot to foot, "but shouldn't we be on our way?"
"Polite all at once are we?" said Hebraun without bothering to look at him. Presently Minuet swept back into the room with Herio, who was now completely composed and wearing some of Lukus's old clothes. She took her seat immediately as she guided Herio to stand right beside her. She took up Hebraun's hand and squeezed it. They held each other's eyes for several heartbeats of understanding and then turned as one to look at Dunvel.
Hebraun rose from his throne without a word and drew Minuet up to stand beside him. He nodded ever so slightly at his guards before fixing his eyes on Dunvel.
"See him to the courtyard and wait for me there," he said as they stepped up to surround Dunvel.
Dunvel shamelessly flung a conceited look at Herio as he turned to go.
Hebraun spared a kindly glance at Herio and then took both of Minuet's hands and looked into her eyes. "I love you more than words can tell," he said.
"And I love you," she said as they squeezed hands.
Hebraun stepped smartly from the dais with her, as Herio scrambled to follow, out into the courtyard where the guards waited with Dunvel.
He paused by Vindicator, his huge white march streiciwr brenhinol stallion unicorn and kissed Minuet farewell. He quickly found his stirrup, threw his leg over his mount and looked down at Herio. "I need you to stay here to protect the queen."
Herio drew himself up and nodded fiercely as Minuet drew him to her side.
"Besides," said Hebraun as he gave a beady-eyed nod at Dunvel, "You might want to testify when that thing has its trial."
Herio's eyes flashed as he nodded and stood proudly beside his queen.
Hebraun shared one last gaze with Minuet then urged his great white unicorn to the gate and vanished. Herio turned aside to see Minuet's eyes brimming with tears as she stood Stone_Heart_Cover_for_Kindletall and proud, making her way back to her duties. He trailed along beside her after pausing to see Dunvel being led away to some place fitting. Herio's face firmed in resolve. That goblin would share his brother's fate if he had any say in the matter.
Ch. 47, Stone Heart


Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Friday, August 29, 2014

Minuet has a Strange Light in Her Eye

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Part Six
Rose stood stiffly on the stool as a pair of seamstresses pinned the hem of Minuet's wedding gown. Minuet stood watching, radiant with happiness at her decision to wed as well as at her decision to wear her gown. "I'm more certain than ever that Mother and Father never expected me to marry," she thought with a smile. "Mother," she said, "I
suppose you understand that Fuzz and I want to wait for Lukus and Soraya to arrive
before we have the wedding?"
"That's what your father and I assumed," said Minuet as she stooped to examine just how her hem was pinned in a certain place, "but Lukus and his family should be arriving in a few short weeks, which really only gives us scarcely enough time for all the arrangements."
"We have plenty of time if we keep it small enough, Mother," said Rose with a smile.
Minuet opened her mouth to protest, but closed it with a grin. "It is your wedding, Rose. And I suppose you're right, all things considered."
"Yes," said Rose, as she thought: "After calling off the extravagant affair with James, who knows how it would go? Besides, these are bad times upon us." She stepped off the stool and out of the gown as the seamstresses carried it away for alterations. "Mother," she said, picking up her robe from across a chair. "I've come to a decision. I want you to do something for me, if you will."
"My word. Is something wrong?"
"Very wrong, actually. But to put you at ease, this has nothing to do with the wedding."
"By all means dear, if I possibly can. What is it?"
"Could you teach me to use my powers?"
"Why, I thought you'd decided that you wanted nothing to do with becoming a sorceress, Rose," she said with an astonished look.
"No, by no means. I never did. But I suppose I was doing little more than following in your footsteps, all these years. I think that under the current circumstances it would be irresponsible to have such an ability and not use it for the good of all."
Minuet's eyes flashed.
"Oh, my! I didn't mean it to sound that way. I was only referring to me. Our circumstances are altogether different. I'm not queen of anywhere. Fuzz is a military man
and will undoubtedly be in the thick of what's coming, and I've every intention of being
right beside him, so will you teach me?"
"Have you discussed this with Fuzz, dear? It would not be right to keep something like this to yourself."
"Not yet," said Rose with a sigh, "but rest assured, he'll abide by whatever I..."
"Of course Rose, I'd not expect otherwise. But it would put me at ease, knowing that you'd discussed it with him."
"You're so provincial, Mother."
"'Considerate' is what we once called it, I believe."
"I'll go speak with him this minute, but I suggest you go dig out your wand."
"All right," said Minuet, as a strange light kindled in her eye. "You've a bargain."
Carol Marrs Phipps and Tom Phipps

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Neanderthal Under the Bridge

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In spite of what some people insisted twenty years ago, Neanderthals are not members of our species. They are Homo neanderthalensis and we are Homo sapiens. We are closely related but different species, not different races of the same species. Thousands of years in chilly overcast Europe selected for lots of Neanderthal characteristics similar to those of modern White humans, but now that we are able to compare actual Neanderthal DNA to neandERTHALchildTours, we find that these similarities are derived altogether differently. Neanderthals used entirely different DNA for their red hair than we use for ours.
Neanderthals' DNA differs from ours by 27.2 gene substitutions. Chimpanzees' DNA differs from ours by 55.0 gene substitutions. This means that Neanderthals were half as distantly related to us as chimpanzees. In spite of how much graphic representations such as Popeye look like humans to us, we would not have been inclined to breed with the Neanderthals we chanced upon, because they were simply too different.
If one is lucky enough to compare actual Neanderthal skulls to those of humans, he sees that Neanderthals had brow ridges and rounded chins, all right, but he also sees that imagesNeanderthals had huge eye sockets and a ballooned-out cranium in back, called an occipital bun. Casual observers seem to miss this, but to me this strongly suggests that Neanderthals were nocturnal. Nocturnal animals have larger eyes and enlarged visual areas of the brain which the bun would have housed.
Neanderthal fossils have an exceptional amount of healed fractures. When I was a crazy kid, we had a sport. We'd go out into the pasture where the cattle were bedded down in the moonlight to pick out a cow, jump astride her and see how long we could hang on when she got to her feet. Is this how Neanderthals hunted wooly mammoths?
Neanderthals showed up in Europe about 200,000 years ago and persisted until 28,000-24,000 years ago. We showed up about 35,000 years ago and warily shared the same habitat with them, for anywhere from 7,000 to 11,000 years. That's a long time to avoid neanderthal-615running into them in the shadows. We've only farmed and had towns for what, 8,000 years?
24,000 years is an awfully long time ago, but do you reckon that the troll under the bridge is some sort of ancient cultural memory? Is that why trolls are supposed to turn to stone in daylight? What do you think?


Tom Phipps

Monday, August 25, 2014

Minuet is a Lucky Woman

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Part Five
Hebraun collapsed onto the goose down settee beside Minuet in their private parlour. "I thought you'd already knitted a blanket, sweater, cap and booties for the baby," he said, glancing aside at her.
"You've been paying attention," said Minuet. "And I certainly did, but they were all blue."
"So, you suddenly don't like blue?"
"Oh Hebraun. You know that blue is for newborn boys. What if it turns out to be a girl?"
"Well, she'll no doubt look cute as a button in blue."
"Certainly, but the best dressed newborn baby girls wear pink."
"Do they? Who says so?"
"Well everybody."
"So, if you give Lukus and Soraya gifts that are blue and they have a girl, whom everyone must see in pink, then they won't let us be grandparents?"
"Stop teasing me," giggled Minuet.
"I'd never tease you, darling," he said with twinkling eyes amidst his dead serious face.
She knew, of course. "I guess it does seem silly, but, this is our very first grandchild," she said as she put aside her knitting. "It doesn't seem possible. Just yesterday I was knitting for Lukus, Hebraun. And the day before that, Rose. I certainly don't feel like a grandmother."
"Nor do you look it my sweet," he said, with admiration in his eyes, before looking away with a sigh. "On the other hand, I'm not only beginning to feel it, I'm beginning to look it. Grandfather that is. Old."
"I've never heard you say such a thing before," she said with wide eyes as she brushed back a strand of hair from his cheek. She knew that the talk flying 'round the kingdom was getting much worse, particularly since it was now fall and no cure had been found for the blight affecting the kingdom's crops. She bit her lip. "Surely everyone knows that if it comes to it, the grain in the crown's bins will be distributed to them to see them through the winter, right?"
"That was today's discovery," he said with a haunted look. "It's all tainted. It has some kind of strange powdery mildew growing on it, every bushel of it."
"That evil, evil woman!" she cried, springing to her feet. "Even Ugleeuh was never so vile."
Hebraun rose and put his arm around her. "We've no proof that Spitemorta has done anything, Minuet. You know that."
"And we're not going to get any, either. Not for magic. There'll be no physical traces at all. She'd had to have been caught in the act. This is a very dry year. There's no way that any granaries could possibly spoil on their own. They checked the wheat?"
"Yes, right after the barley..."
"And the rye?"
"Yes..."
"Millet?"
"Yes. And the bean stores are the worst of all."
"So, it's been done."
"It looks that way, said Hebraun. "The only option left to us is to purchase enough grain from our allies to survive the winter, it seems."
"And hope that Spitemorta doesn't get wind of it."
"Well, someone with magical abilities could keep watch over the new stuff, now that we know." He sank back onto the settee. "I hope your father returns soon, Minuet. I'm beginning to think Niarg won't survive without his help."
Minuet rubbed his shoulders. "You'll manage, love, you always do. Everyone's upset right now, but when it comes to it, they'll remember how you've always stood by them and seen to their needs even above your own. You'll see."
Minuet always made him feel better. "You know," he said, with a new twinkle in his eye, "you'd make some lucky fellow a mighty fine wife, my lady. Would you marry me?"
"Oh I would, sir," she said with a laugh, "except that I'm already married to the finest man I've ever known."
"Well, he's a lucky fellow."
"Yes, and I'm a lucky woman," she said pulling him onto his feet. "Now, I think it's time you got some rest, love."
Hebraun did not argue. He followed her, certain that if left to his own devices he could sleep for a week.
Carol Marrs Phipps and Tom Phipps

Friday, August 22, 2014

Minuet Tells Rose to Let Her Heart Decide

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Part Four
Rose and Lukus had been home less than a week, when a page knocked on her door and announced the arrival of Prince James. Rose's heart fell at this. "I shall meet him directly, in the second drawing room off the dining hall," she said with a quiver to her voice that she didn't expect.
"Very good, Your Highness," said the page. "I shall convey this at once."
Just as she was about to go out the door, Minuet arrived with an encouraging smile. "Rose, your Father and I have discussed your marriage at length since your return. We've decided that if you still find James objectionable after you've seen him, we'll make some sort of reparation to King Edmond and cancel the wedding."
"But...you said that such an action might start a war."
"Anything's possible, but we think that war is very unlikely for the time being. King Edmond would fare very badly in a war and frankly, a tidy windfall might be exceedingly beneficial to him."
"Why Mother, what's happened in Loxmere?"
"It's a right lengthy tale, I'm afraid," said Minuet as she put her arm around Rose and walked her out the door and down the stairs. "There's no time now. James awaits. Go to him, and let your heart and nothing else decide, Rose."
Rose hugged her and hurried through the dining hall to the drawing room, relieved to be able to make short work of her childhood nightmare. She entered softly. There was James, standing with his back to her, warming his hands at the fireplace. She studied him
for a moment. "He's certainly not the short, pudgy thing he used to be," she thought. "James?" she said.
"O-ooh! That arrogant, dimwitted pig boy!" said Rose between breaths, at the top of the spiraled staircase. "How could I ever have believed he'd changed?"
"Rose?" said King Hebraun softly, making her gasp and jump.
She'd not seen Minuet and him following her all the way up. She turned to face them and panicked. What could she say to them? She began at once in trembling dismay, telling them everything as they carefully listened.
"...And so," she said with a tremulous heave, "I told him I'd not marry him now, or ever." She looked at their faces with tears filling her eyes and added a squeaky: "I'm so sorry!"
"Rose," said Hebraun. "it sounds to me as though you handled the situation in the only responsible and sensible way possible. Your Mother and I stand behind your decision completely. The timing might be a bit awkward, considering the large numbers of guests who've already arrived..."
"Hebraun!" said Minuet, as Rose's tears brimmed over and ran down her cheeks.
Hebraun went wide eyed and quickly gave Rose a shoulder to cry on.
"Hey!" cried Lukus, charging to the top of the stairs, full of dash from having just been with Soraya. "How come you all are up here? Oh!" He saw Rose's reddened eyes. "So what's going on?"
"I told James I'm not going to marry him, Lukus," she said over her handkerchief. "The wedding's off."
"No! It's...no! Rose, you're making this up, right?" he said. Of course he could see that she was not. "Whoa! So what happened? Is James the same old pea-slinging gwrtaith he always was, Rose?"
"Lukus!" cried Minuet. "Walls have ears."
Hebraun jerked his finger to his lips.
Rose nodded. "Lukus is right!"
"I am? You mean to say he actually shot peas at you? If he did, do you want me to...?"
"Lukus! If you're not teasing, don't be so dim. If you are, I've just been through too much. You're about to become betrothed yourself, so I'd think that you'd..."
"That's it!" cried Hebraun, giving Minuet a jubilant nod of resolution. "Where did anyone last see King Neron?"
"I left Soraya at his chamber, just now," said Lukus. "I think they might be taking a stroll out by the big fountain."
Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

My Most Important Writing Lesson

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Back in the monkey days, when Fs were real and our local university was still respected as a school, I took what may have been called English 101, a writing class with a widely dreaded three hour written composition for a final. Since I had long been praised for my writing, I was looking forward to it.
A Mr. Parks walked in with his greasy blond hair, crooked horn rimmed glasses, sandals and miss-matched socks, and announced that they couldn't find a PhD., so he was teaching for the quarter.
A wave of groans passed through the class.
"Too bad," he said. "See this book? Turn to page thirty-six." We read a short story to ourselves and then discussed it as he paced about, white froth gathering at the corners of his mouth.
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On the following day, he handed out a fistful of F papers and two Ds. There were no higher grades. I had one of the D papers. The kids from 'way up in Chicago howled with indignation. Their daddies would see that he was fired.
"I got a D," I said.
"Too bad."
"But I don't ever get grades like that..."
"Time you did," he said.
"But most of my paper's marked out with red ink..."
Ivy"That's because it stinks," he said. "Look. If you want to fix it, come to my office before the day's over."
I showed up and stood in line with the rest of the class.
When I stepped into his office, he had his feet on his desk, watching me have a seat.
"So what's wrong with it?" I said as I read aloud a few lines.
"I already told you. It stinks."
"But doesn't this sound...?"
"Do you think anyone gives a shit about your choice of words or your specially chosen 2730510797_1a5b5af433_zphrases?" he said, tossing the paper back at me. "Look. The first paragraph. What are you trying to say?"
I started to read the first line.
"No! Just look at me and tell me about what's in the first paragraph."
"Well..." I said, "Nancy was in a state of bliss because she was naive?"
"Good!" he said. "That's exactly what you should have written. "Now I've got Miss What's Her Face standing in the doorway all anxious, with a slew of people behind her."
TomI ended up with an A for the quarter, and came away knowing that it's not the words you like which makes your writing good, but the words you have no problem throwing away.

Tom Phipps

Monday, August 18, 2014

Minuet is Beaten Senseless

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Part Three
The Yellow Rose Tavern was a huge three and a half storey wattle and daub house that had only been standing for three years, just down the street from Fates' Hospital for the Sick and the Silver Dragon. Its upper storeys overhung the first floor nearly to the middle of the alleys on all sides. Minuet and Bethan rented a long room at the top under the roof in front, which opened onto a balcony far above the street between two great crucks under the gable, and which also peeped out from a tiny window under a thick blanket of thatch in the roof itself. They always ate breakfast and supper downstairs, but they usually ate their dinner at the Silver Dragon, since it was next to the hospital.
"So what was the reason Sergeant Bernard brought us down here to the inn?" said Bethan as she addressed her collards with bread and knife. "I didn't quite catch what he was saying."
"He didn't say much," said Minuet. "I guess that there was some sort of uproar at the Silver Dragon right after we left, yesterday. He thought we'd be safer down here."
"Well, where'd he go?"
"He said he'd be right outside if we needed him," said Minuet as she looked out across the tables under the low rows of timbers in the ceiling. "Is this all they're bringing out for us to eat?"
"Probably. There do be pieces of ham in it. It's just the taverner and his wife. Both cooks fled the plague, this morning."
"I wondered why she was the one waiting on us," said Minuet as she pressed a wad of collards onto her bread. "In here, you'd hardly think there was a plague. Everybody's just eating peacefully."
"They do be, but I wouldn't be surprised if the taverner's wife is more talkative when things are normal. She hardly spoke. I'd allow that she's a little afraid of every soul who walks in here. It's a wonder they haven't shooed us out and flown the coop."
"No doubt..."
Across the room, the front door slammed shut. "There's the witch!" shouted the woman who stepped inside, silencing everyone at the tables. Minuet dropped her bread onto her plate and turned about on her chair in alarm.
"Martha please!" said the man coming in on her heels. "You've had too much to drink. Please think! She's been wonderful to the kids..."
"You doubt me, Sammy boy?" she cried, wheeling 'round and planting her feet. "I saw what I saw..."
"We all saw the pardoner and the flax haired wench..." he said as he grabbed her wrist.
Martha immediately yanked out of his grasp. "Then you're blind as well as thick!" she shouted, nearly stumbling as she forced her way between the tables. "Had ye seen past your nose, you'd 'ave seen it was that wizard in league with the very Elf devils who caused the plague in the first place. It was none other than Wizard Razzmorten himself
and his witch daughter, Ugleeuh!" She staggered back a step with a glance about at her
audience of wide-eyed diners. "No wonder he came to town as a pardoner. He knew
they'd be run out if people recognized him." Suddenly she took a tramp toward Minuet.
"In fact, maybe it's time something was done about that entire family. Everyone knows
they practice the dark arts."
Minuet shot to her feet. "Shame on you!" she shouted. "If it weren't for my father, the queen herself would be dead this minute! Scores of people have caught the plague and are alive right now because of him...!"
"Yea!" she barked, peppering Minuet's face with flecks of spit. "Like all the pointy eared foreigners who caused it!"
"Foreigners! How can you say such a thing! They were here a thousand years ago, before there ever was a Niarg..."
"A threat to us the whole time , Missy!" cried Martha, smiling with her hateful piggy eyes as an angry drone stirred through the diners.
"A threat?" cried Minuet, turning to the crowd. "How many of you are alive today because you were healed by the Elves? How many of you would have died in childbirth
had it not been for them? How is it wrong to keep them alive alongside us?"
Bethan could see that the grumbling diners were not making kind replies. She saw her moment at once and quietly slipped out to summon Sergeant Bernard.
"And as for you, Martha Benton," said Minuet, "how come you call me a witch when only yesterday you said I was like unto an angel?"
"I didn't know the truth!" she shouted for all to hear. "You held me under an enchantment and used your dark magicks on my dear children. For all we know, you've left us changlings under your spell!"
"That's a lie, Martha! I used no magicks! Your children are still your children. And they're going to live a long life, too, thanks to my father's drops which I've been giving them every four hours!"
"Yea? And we'd never have let you get away with that, had we only known!"
Minuet was stunned, standing there alone. "I've no time for this," she stammered, turning to leave as diners began pushing back their chairs throughout the room. "We've got drops to give and bedpans to haul. Come on, Bethan..."
"So where's your hired woman, witch?" shouted Martha, blocking Minuet's escape as the entire dining room crowded around. "Could it be that we're onto the truth and she didn't want to hang alongside you for your sorceries?"
"If I were a witch," cried Minuet, standing her ground before the huge woman, "why have I not struck you down with a curse by now?"
Martha dropped her jaw at this and grabbed herself by the throat to sit down on the floor with a heavy plump and topple onto her side like a sack of corn. The crowd stepped back with wide-eyed gasps.
"Good show Martha!" cried Minuet. "But the only thing wrong with you is your vicious demeanor!"
"You killed my wife!" shouted Sam, falling to his knees beside her as shouts of "Rope! Rope!" erupted from the crowd.
"She's no more dead than I am!" cried Minuet.
"How do we know you're alive?" shouted Sam.
"Yea!" hollered someone. "Hang her and burn her!"
"Rope! Rope! Rope!" chanted the crowd, as two huge men grabbed her and threw her against the wall to pummel her face and break her wrist, causing her to black out and fall to the floor, where they began kicking her at once.
"Stop!" bellowed Sergeant Bernard as he flung open the door, sword drawn.
Bethan came in right on his heels, elbowing her way through the crowd in a fury. "My baby girl!" she shrieked as she grabbed one of the kicking men by the hair on the back of his head, yanking him off balance onto the floor.
"Why you old sow!" cried the other man as he wheeled and kicked Bethan in the thigh, knocking her onto the floor.
"My baby!" she cried as she flew to her feet to rip open his belly with her dirk0
The man on the floor rose to his knees, drawing his sword in time for Bernard to take off his head with a whistling swing of his saber.
By now the room had fallen to a hush as Minuet and Bethan's other four bodyguards entered with swords drawn, followed by a dozen other royal guardsmen. Bethan knelt over Minuet, sobbing and smoothing her hair from her face.
"Seize that man trying to hide the rope!" shouted Bernard.
There was a brief scuffle as murmurs began stirring.
"Silence!" roared Bernard, punctuating the quiet which followed with the sound of his heels on the boards of the floor as he paced. "I am placing under arrest every one of you on this side of the room, from the man with the rope, clean to the wall, except for
Mistress Dewin and Bethan..."
"Why not the witch?" said Sam as he knelt by Martha. "If she's not killed my wife, she at least has a spell on her."
Bernard motioned to one of the guardsmen with a nod and whispered something in his ear. "We will hold you in the castle jail until you appear before the King's Bench," he said, continuing his speech as the guardsman slipped outside.
"What about the witch?" cried Sam as the guardsman returned with a hunting crop and handed it to Bernard.
Bernard made no reply as he took the crop and walked calmly over to Martha, smacking VA184her rump with a furious whistling crack, causing her to jerk away with a yodeling shriek, tumbling up onto her knees wide eyed as she dearly held her behind. "I'm right glad to see that Good_Sister,_Bad_Sis_Cover_for_Kindleyou'll be awake for your hearing, dear," he said as he handed the hunting crop back to the guardsman.
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Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps

Friday, August 15, 2014

Ugly Company for Minuet

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Part Two
Minuet sat in the sunshine of the upstairs sewing room, between the tall wool wheel and the loom, embroidering a sketch which she had made of her ewe and lambs grazing by the hollyhocks she had planted by the house. A breeze came and went as a vireo called from the crown of the maple just outside the window. She hummed ever so faintly, turning her hoop this way and that. Suddenly she sat upright with a gasp at the screech of a chair to return immediately to her work, determined to ignore that Ugleeuh was now sitting directly across from her.
Hubba-Hubba finished preening his stubble of pinfeathers and gave himself a thorough shake, nearly losing his balance on the edge of his box of rags. Ugleeuh champed away at the fistful of hazelnuts she had brought in with her and crossed her legs. She dangled a slipper from her toe. Hubba-Hubba hopped onto the rags in his box and peered out over the edge with one eye. Ugleeuh heaved a sigh and crossed her legs the other way as she dug at the cud in her cheek with her tongue. She popped another hazelnut into her mouth, rubbing her nose as she chewed.
"Do you actually want something?" said Minuet as she cut her thread and began hunting for another color.
"Well why else would I be sitting here?"
"Hard telling..."
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"You could have spoken, first thing, and I would have answered," said Minuet asshe threaded her needle on the first try and picked up her hoop. "But you didn't, and since I was enjoying myself before you sat down, I was hoping that you just might let me go on
with it."
"No, no Minnie-Min. You're just full of yourself since your victory in our little tug o' war, aren't you?"
"Look Lee-Lee. If that's all you want, I've no time for it. Think whatever you must, but just go somewhere else and do something nice.
"Well. Since you were polite enough to ask me, I came in here to find out when Father will get back, since he never tells me anything anymore."
"I can't imagine why not," said Minuet as she turned her hoop over and cut a thread, "but in this case, you could have seen him off just as easily as I did. Besides, he told you he'd take you with him, the first chance he gets. Surely your birthday present isn't more important than saving everyone from the plague."
"I don't suppose it ever occurred to you that I might be concerned about him, did it Miss Perfect?"
"No. That would be a shock."
Ugleeuh gave a whooping sob and sprang from her chair, smacking Minuet's embroidery hoop out of her lap as she tramped across the room. "You used to be my best friend!" she il_340x270.435224856_7hxtwailed as she yanked open the door and wheeled about. "You used to be my champion! You were the one person in this world I could always count on and trust! Now you've turned awful and I'll never, ever forgive you!"
"I sure was, sweetheart," said Minuet to the closed door as she knelt to pick up her broken hoop, "but then I woke up to find that no matter what I did for you, every third thing you ever said was a lie."
"Do some-thing nice... do some-thing nice... just go some-where else and do some-thing nice..." said Ugleeuh in a giddy sing-song as she whirled and skipped down the hallway. At the head of the stairs she stopped short and leant out the window, straining to hear a couple of hands who were singing grandly as they rode a wagon load of timothy hay to theGood_Sister,_Bad_Sis_Cover_for_Kindle barn. "Oh my!" she said with a sweet little bounce as she clasped her hands under her chin. "You two are so tone deaf. I need to do something nice to each one of you. Big sister says so..." And with that, she floated down the stairs and skipped outside.


Carol Marrs Phipps & Tom Phipps


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Who is Minuet?

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Part One
Minuet is born to the good wizard Razzmorten and his first wife Blodeuwedd who dies giving birth to her. Blodeuwedd, who was the most beautiful woman Razzmorten had ever seen in all his 329 years before he married her, was known to all as the maiden of flowers.
Millais_John_Everett_A_Souvenir_of_VelasquezRazzmorten is most taken with his new wee Minuet and quickly sees that she could well exceed his own powers someday. He hires a magically endowed woman called Demonica to be her nanny. Demonica is also beautiful and is an engaging companion, so he marries her. Soon she is pregnant. When she bears the child Ugleeuh, she vanishes with the crystal Heart of the Staff from Niarg's royal treasury, leaving him to care for Minuet and Ugleeuh.
Minuet spends her childhood being a nurturing Good_Sister,_Bad_Sis_Cover_for_Kindleand precociously responsible older sister. For years she is Ugleuh's staunch defender and champion, but after a time Ugleeuh's play becomes a string of increasingly reprehensible pranks, forcing Minuet to endlessly undo her mischief. In Good Sister, Bad Sister, Ugleeuh plots to have Hebraun, the prince of Niarg for herself.
The plague comes to Niarg and Razzmorten finds the cure. When Minuet goes to tend plague victims at Fates' Hospital for the Sick, she is nearly beaten to death by a superstitious crowd. Whilst recuperating, The_Collector_Witch_Cover_for_Kindleshe finds out that Hebraun wants to marry her. Ugleeuh vanishes from sight.
Minuet does indeed marry Hebraun in time for him to become king of Niarg. When their firstborn Rose is three, Ugleeuh appears and tries to murder Minuet and Hebraun.
In The Collector Witch, Rose hears a damning rumor at her sixteenth birthday party that has her running away to far off lands with her younger brother Lukus to find answers. When word reaches Niarg that Ugleeuh is holding them captive, Minuet prepares to Stone_Heart_Cover_for_Kindledeal with Ugleeuh accordingly.
In Stone Heart, word comes to Niarg that Demonica and Queen Spitemorta of Goll are now in possession of the Great Staff and the much more potent Crystal Heart and plan to use them to conquer the entire world. Demonica declares that their first step should be to destroy all Elfkind. Minuet knits, waiting for the Elf Soraya, Lukus's wife, to give birth. She comforts Hebraun who feels old and tired after finding Niarg's The_Burgeoning_Cover_for_Kindlegrain ruined by a curse. Fuzz asks for Rose's hand in marriage. Minuet fits her old wedding gown to Rose and helps her prepare for her wedding. She sees Hebraun off to fight the Golls when they burn Ash Fork to the ground.
In The Burgeoning, she rides forth leading her army, determined to cut out Spitemorta's black heart and feed it to the hogs. And her tale continues in The Reaper Witch (soon to be released) and Doom.The Reaper Witch 01 copyPageflex Persona [document: PRS0000031_00028]








Tom Phipps