Nietzschean Art & History 101 - Chapter 45

HELLO! It's me again! Yes. I took a little artistic license in writing this. I hope you'll enjoy it despite it. ~ Thank You ~


Free Enterprise  - Nietzschean Art & History 101 - Chapter 45


Meanwhile, back at the ranch. Tamara and Xena were attempting to make the families quarters more habitable. Or at least more pleasing to the eye.

Tamara had bought a couple of South Western holographic paintings out of storage. And Xena had brought out some Nietzschean wall hangings.

“They are just cheap fakes, but I like them because they depict The First Nietzschean, Drago.” She said as she reverently unrolled them.

The first showed Drago in full Nietzschean dress. All leather, chain mail, boneblades, gauntlets, and a full length cape, sporting enough weaponry to start his own private war, and holding a book in his left hand. Obviously this was an artist's pose, as no one went into battle with a book in their hand.

“Whoa! He looks a hell of a lot like. . . .” Tamara stated in awe. It was a startling resemblance, only Drago's facial hair and dreadlocks were dappled with gray.

“Yes he does. And it is rumored that Tyr is especially blessed because he looks like Drago.” Xena relied. If this was the harbinger of things to come, Tyr would grow even more handsome as he got older.

“He'll get better like fine wine.” Tamara thought as she smiled.

“Isn't that the same cape that Tyr wears?” she gasped as she noted it.

“It is said that the one who possesses Drago's bones also possesses his cape and his book.” Xena replied.

“Ancestor's Breath? You mean Tyr has the original copy?” Tamara asked.

“Yes. It's probably locked away as it is a valuable historical relic. But Drago's bones he has kept with him since Barbarossa handed them down to him.” Xena said, as she unrolled the next wall hanging.

This one depicted Drago posing astride a coal black steed. Man and horse looked as if they were one. And quite honestly, Tamara didn't know who looked fiercer, the horse or the man!

“This is Drago and his faithful steed Hannibal. According to history, he'd taught his horse how to fight also.” Xena explained.

“Equine Karate?” Tamara asked. She'd heard of similar things done in certain Human cultures. War horses were taught to butt, kick, bite, stamp and trample and otherwise assist their riders during close combat. Hannibal indeed looked as if he could give a couple of Karate Chops! And if one was terrified of the horse, how much more the rider?

The next wall hanging Xena unrolled, depicted Drago sitting at a desk and writing. It was quite obvious to Tamara what he was penning. Tamara smiled because there was a black cat sitting on the desk, that looked like it was watching every stroke of Drago's pen with it's bright green eyes.

The last wall hanging depicted Drago standing between five women. Each was of a different human race but all were Nietzschean as evidenced by their boneblades. Sitting on the floor around them were twenty eight children of varying ages. This was obviously the very beginnings of the first Nietzschean Pride.

“He only had five wives?” Tamara asked.

“According to historical accounts, Drago loved and deeply respected women, but didn't want a house full of them unless they were his direct legacy. He did not want the responsibility of having to give into the demands of many wives.” Xena replied.

Tamara nodded because she understood that sentiment. Nietzschean society was matriarchal and even the lesser wives had the authority to make demands of their consort. Now, she understood why Tyr had no taste to have a harem like most high status Nietzschean males.

“Now, which wall hangings should we hang where?” Xena asked, as she removed her boots, climbed up on the living room sofa and took down the large, ridiculous abstract paintings, and placed them on the deck.

“Hummm. I think we should hang the one of Drago on Hannibal and the one of him with Ancestor's Breath side by side here.” Tamara said as she indicated the now empty spot.

Xena got out the hanging rods, set up both hangings and put them up. Both women stood back and looked up and smiled with approval.

“Now the one of Drago writing should go up over Tyr's bed.” Tamara said. Both women retired to Tyr's bedroom, Tamara climbed up on his bed, took down another abstract horror, and replaced it with their choice.

“There. That looks a heck of a lot better.” she said as she stood back.

“It certainly does.” Xena said. “Now what shall we do with The First Pride?” she asked.

“We'll put it in Amanda's bedroom.” Tamara said, as her eyes lit up. “And I'll put the South Western paintings in our bedrooms.” she continued. For the next ten minutes the women worked together to make the appropriate arrangements. They then stood all of the removed paintings in an out of the way corner in the living room.

“I'll call the quartermaster so she can have someone come by and remove this stuff later.” Tamara said. Both women were surprised how much better their quarters now looked.

“I can't wait until Tyr sees this.” Xena said.

“Neither can I.” Tamara said.