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Chapter Five Hundred and Ninety-one : Frustration (part six)


(part six)

Thursday afternoon — 3:45 p.m.

“Are you sure you don’t mind watching them?” Jill asked as she entered her mother’s condominium.

The boys ran to greet their grandmother.

“It’s my pleasure,” Anjelika said. She smiled. “I never get enough time with my boys.”

Jill smiled. Her sons loved their grandmother. Anjelika didn’t mind their weird psychokinetic tricks. She thought that they were “funny.”Her father egged the boys on. They had a great time. The boys would be exhausted when she came to pick them up.

“Where’s Dad?” Jill asked.

“He’s meeting with some people from Zimbabwe Parks and Wildlife,” Anjelika said. She nodded down the hall. “In the living room. I was just fixing tea.”

“He decided to go through with it?” Jill asked.

Anjelika nodded.

“Candy’s been bugging him about it,” Anjelika said. “If he gives his lands and houses to National Parks, they will protect the wildlife. We’re going to donate money to help.”

“It makes sense,” Jill said. “I thought he was all, ‘I am Lord and Master over that land.’”

“He was,” Anjelika said with a smile to Jill’s imitation.

“What happened?” Jill asked.

“I realized that I was being an ass,” Perses said.

He leaned down to kiss Jill’s cheek and picked up Jill’s twin, Bladen.

“Are we having a play date?” Perses asked.

“I asked mom if she could watch the boys for a while,” Jill said.

“Why would that be?” Perses asked.

Jill glared at her father. He clearly knew that something was going on. He wanted Jill to tell him and ask for his help.

“You know about the United Tribes of Fairy?” Jill asked.

“Good name,” Anjelika said. “Is it new?”

“Just what they have so far,” Jill said.

“I do happen to know about that,” Perses said.

“The fairies have locked Katy and Paddie in some kind of a time loop,” Jill said evenly, gauging his response to each of her words. “The fairies are trying to get the Sword of Truth.”

Perses grunted and nodded.

“Katy has picked up something called the ‘Vanquisher,’” Jill said.

Perses’s eyebrows went up. His lips slightly curved. His eyes twinkled with light.

“Did she now,” Perses said.

“You’re not going to say that it was destroyed?” Jill asked.

Perses shook his head.

“Is this our tray?” Perses nodded to the tray with a tea pot, cups, and little cakes on a fine china plate.

Anjelika nodded. He turned to leave.

“No,” Jill said, instantly furious.

Perses stopped walking.

“You will not just walk out. This is my daughter, Katy! Katy! Is this your sword? Will it kill her? What is it?” Jill said. “You must tell me!”

The very air sparked with electricity. Perses whipped around to look at his daughter.

“Do not use that voice on me,” Perses said.

“Then tell me,” Jill’s voice dropped to a whisper.

“It is a knife,” Perses said. “I had it made a very long time ago. It is the companion to the Sword of Truth. The only time they’ve been separated has been the years Paddie had the Sword of Truth.”

“Everyone is talking like it’s the end of the world!” Jill said. “Everyone has said it was destroyed!”

“No,” Perses said. “I was asked to destroy the knife. Instead, I left the knife where my granddaughter would find it when she needed it. This was at least a hundred years before your Katy was born.”

“How did you know?” Jill asked.

“What’s the point of knowing an Oracle if you don’t listen to what they say?” Perses asked.

He gave Jill a nod and was down the hallway before she could respond. Jill gave a frustrated groan.

“I hate it when he does that too,” Anjelika said. “Don’t worry about this sword business. There’s no one in this world that your father loves more than Katy.”

Anjelika gave Jill another kiss and got her out the door. Jill sat in her car for a few minutes imaging fantastic scenarios where she demanded that her father tell her everything. She shook her head. She would never cause a scene, and he would never tell her.

She started the vehicle and turned on the radio.

“The Vanquisher will draw to Katy whatever she needs,” her father’s voice came from the car speakers. “It was originally called the ‘Nanny.’ When Katy needs me or you or her father or anyone, they will know it and come. She is safe.”

“But she doesn’t know that!” Jill said “I know she’s scared because I can feel it.”

Nothing else came from the speakers. Shaking her head, Jill pulled out of their driveway and drove to see Julie Hargreaves.

Denver Cereal continues on Monday…

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