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"Yes, I did leave," Holden finally admitted. "And I regret that. There wasn't a day that I didn't think of you. You spoiled me for other women. I would always compare them to you, and there was no comparison. When I saw you again, I knew I had to have you once more." "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"That's nice," Moon simply stated. She sat there, stonefaced as he gazed at her as imploringly as he could. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"Right then, out you go." Slade spun Holden around, planted a boot in the small of his back, and propelled him out the door before slamming and locking it behind him. "So. Cards, anybody?" It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"I hate cards," Moon grumbled.
"Just because you always lose," Ken-Dall laughed. Then she added, "I'm in." She looked to Krasala & said, "How about you?" "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"Sounds good," Krasala nodded. "What are we playing?" It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"I dunno." Ken-Dall shrugged. "Got any suggestions?" she looked to Slade.
Moon simply sat on her bed, glowering as the others took to the floor & settled in for their game. "This is going to be a very long, very dull wait," she muttered. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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The guards & Ken-Dall played through lunch. Lunch itself was brought in by a maid, Slade & Krasala unwilling to take a chance of running into the actor again if they let Moon out. Only when she had to use the privy was she allowed to leave...with Krasala in tow. All of this infuriated Moon. She stalked around her room, arms folded & a scowl on her face. When she wasn't stalking, she'd sit on her bed or at her marred desk, stewing in her anger. Even writing would bring her no peace.
Her thoughts turned to Meekal. Surely he missed her as much as she missed him. And she missed him so much, it hurt. They weren't too far away...she could go to him...& night would come soon enough. Surely they'd have to let her stay. Yes...that's what she'd do.
Wordlessly, Moon marched over to her wardrobe & grabbed the pack that had been dropped there. Then, she began to walk toward the door. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"...what are you doing...?" Krasala inquired cautiously. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"I'm leaving," Moon said, without missing a beat. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"How late will you be out, young lady?" Slade followed. "Will there be alcohol? Are the parents home?" It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"Funny...bye!" Moon pulled open the door & began to exit her chamber. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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Slade and Krasala looked at each other - one of their worst-case scenarios had come true. They were not to physically restrain her at any point...and so were currently unable to stop her. All they could do was go with her. And so they followed. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Ken-Dall shrugged & followed as well. It certainly beat sitting around playing cards. And she had a very good idea as to where her sister was headed.
Moon was aware of the procession that followed her down the corridor, & she really didn't care. Let them follow. She led them through the castle, out to the grounds, wondering if they would try to stop her. "I know you're behind me," she stated to the three. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"And we're going to be behind you the whole way. By the way, if you're trying to go after them and catch them as they bed down for the night, it's that way." Moon turned around. Slade was pointing off to the left. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"I...uh, thank you." Moon quirked an eyebrow at her guard, surprised that he did not try to stop her. She shrugged, then turned & began walking again. "I'm going for a horse, & yes, I plan to find them where they've bedded for the night." "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"A good idea," Slade remarked. "Horses are the other way." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"Yes, fine." Something didn't feel right to Moon. They weren't trying to stop her, or talk her out of it. They just...followed. "Oh well!" It saved her a headache. She meandered along & found the stable, thankfully with enough horses for the party. But Moon didn't care, so long as she had a mount, all was well. She completely ignored the others as she made ready her mare, the same one she had used for her adventure to Mt. Spire so long ago. The thought made her heart hurt, but knowing she'd soon be with her love again made it all so much better.
Once she climbed onto her horse, she glanced back, "Farewell."
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Slade and Krasala had just managed to quickly mount up bareback when Moon took off at a gallop, and took off after her, digging heels deep into the horses' sides. Krasala was the first to catch up to the new queen, reaching over and snatching the reins from her hands. "Hey! Stop - give those back!" Krasala just glared at her, while Slade moved up on the other side, edging his own horse in front of Moon's forcing her to slow to a halt.
"You stupid, selfish, impetuous little wretch!!" Krasala snarled.
"Well, excuse me for wanting to be with my husband."
"At the expense of your child!?" she nearly screamed. "Do you have the SLIGHTEST idea what riding does to you, let alone galloping? If you REALLY want to get rid of this child so badly, then why don't you just get off right now, and ask me to KICK YOU IN THE STOMACH!!" Krasala was by now definitely screaming, face white with rage, a bit of spittle hanging from her lip. "It would have the same effect, and be a lot easier on the horses!!" It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"Why don't you, then?" Moon screamed back. "I never asked for any of this. And don't bother telling me 'it's too late.' I'm VERY well aware of that. Maybe if I wasn't locked up & given some breathing room, I might be a little more accepting of my lot in life. And no, I didn't have the slightest idea. Thank you so much for informing me in such a kind, gentle manner, of the dangers. I suppose that all this strife is wonderful for the child as well!"
"Whoa, there..." Ken-Dall appeared behind the group, trotting up on a horse herself. "Let's calm down now, shall we?" She looked from one woman to the other as they glared at one another. Neither said a word. "Now, how about if I take those reins, & we walk our mounts? There is no hurry. We'll get there before they go to sleep. All right?" "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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Krasala ignored Ken-Dall. "Do you not remember my warning while you still lay in bed, that riding was dangerous?" Her voice suddenly reminded Moon of Nękos', when he was about to do something extremely unpleasant. It also brought to mind cold winter days with everything coated in ice. "I did warn you in a kind and gentle manner, and you proceeded to ignore me. Do not presume to second guess me, you little *****. I nearly lost my own child in labor only a few months ago, for the very same reason." Though no longer screaming, her face was still white, and she was now shaking slightly all over, one hand clenched tightly on the hilt of her dagger. "If you even think to endanger this child again, I will not hesitate to ignore my orders and restrain you in any way necessary. And when you have delivered, I will beat you." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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