Questions - Chapter #85

Free Enterprise  -  Questions -  Chapter #85



“Why would she chose me?” Tyr asked Khan. Both men were all chased out, and were loping back through a cornfield which was ten miles outside the Anazasi Compound. The Compound was situated fifty miles outside of the Solidad Prefecture.

Barbarossa had wisely used his lands to grow organic fruit and vegetables in order to supply his horde and sell. There was also live living game on his holdings. Tyr had hoped to squeeze in a bit of hunting during his stay.

“Your cute face?” Khan asked in reply.

“Khan. You are well aware that Nietzschean women do not chose their mates according to outward appearance. Although it is important to a certain extent.” Tyr replied, as they slowed to a walk.

“Yes, yes, I've heard that. Tyr, I guess you will have to ask her.” Khan replied.

“Ask her?” Tyr queried.

“Yes, ask. Gently of course. Don't order her to do it.” Khan replied as he pulled his whiskers back with mirth.

“What am I to do with four wives?” Tyr asked.

“The same thing you did with three. Remember your father had 29 wives. Including Desi.” Khan replied.

“Desi?” Tyr asked.

“Desdemona Two Wolves. She a descendant of full-blooded Cherokee Indians. Which means she is your outdoors woman and huntress. She can ride, shoot, any weapon including bow, arrow and crossbow. She can rope, fish, trap, track hunt, etc. Not taking away from natural Nietzschean survival instincts, but Old Earth's American Indians have been 'living off the land' much longer and way before Muselvani was even a gleam in his mother's eye.” Khan replied. “Yes, she prefers to be called Desi.” he added.

Tyr frowned at Khan. Nietzscheans were not partial to calling each other nicknames. For they were intensely proud of their often tongue-twisting, and at times obscure warrior monikers . But, as Khan would often say “There is always an exception to the rule.”

“Khan. This was certainly not my original intention. . . . . .” Tyr started.

“Often things are not. We must take them as they come.” Khan replied. “I know you came in answer to your father's summons, however, The Divine had something else planned for you as well.” he continued.

“Why did you not warn me of this?” Tyr asked.

“Tyr, I am a precog. However, contrary to popular belief there are some things that even I do not know.” Khan replied. “I do know this. The next few days you spend with Barbarossa will be crucial.” he added. Tyr stopped in his tracks and gazed hard at his friend.

“I do not know when, Tyr. I only know his future stops short days from now.” Khan said. There went the tiny hairs on Tyr's neck again.

“Then I must leave you, my brother.” Tyr said gravely.

“Understood, Pride Brother.” Khan replied. “May The Divine bless you with the wisdom and strength to endure.” he continued, as he addressed his friend's retreating back.


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Tyr returned to the house and found a Nietzschean version of pandemonium. Barbarossa was being fussed over by no less then ten women. All of Tyr's wives, Victoria, Desi, Kori, and four of Tyr's older sisters. Barbarossa was royally ticked because he did not want to be fussed over. He wanted to be left alone.

“Father.” Tyr simply said. With that all of the chattering and clucking stopped.

“Ah! You've finally arrived to deliver me from the nattering nabobs.” Barbarossa said, and smiled.

“I've come to take you on a tour of my ship.” Tyr said. In response, Barbarossa's eye lit up like a Christmas tree. He loved touring ships!

Tyr was specifically addressing Barbarossa but the women would be coming also. Mentally, Tyr asked Tamara to take them on their own personal tour, while he spent private time with his father. Tamara winked and smiled, meaning she'd gotten the message.

“Telepathy is certainly a handy talent to have . . . ..” Tyr thought.

“Aye, it is.” Tamara answered mentally.

Barbarossa gladly fired up his hover chair, and the group formed up behind Tyr. They all started off towards the Insurrection, with The Ceremonial Guard tagging behind.