Beyond Doubt: Whispers of the Unseen - Chapter 134

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Welcome to my seemingly endless journey.
A trip that will take you to places I might have visited many moons ago.
It´s a tale that came back to me when I meditated on one of my past lives. A life I told you about in my unbelievable true story.

As promised in that story I will now share this story with you.

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Chapter 134

Dear Reader, "Every disadvantage has its own advantage, but you won't see it until you realize it, that's logical." These quotes from a former Amsterdam street urchin speak volumes.

We all tend to focus so blindly on the impossibilities, without noticing what possibilities they offer.

Whether you call it thinking outside your box or rethinking, in the end, you just have to take care of the following.

Whatever ball is thrown at you, look around you carefully, keep the field wide, and control the space you have. Then you move the goal again, run free and, before the opponent is aware of the change, shoot the ball into the net that has just been stretched.

But most important is this "You have to shoot, otherwise you can't score."

The royal advisors are dumbfounded. A large man in a gold suit stands up, clearly ready to express his dissatisfaction regarding this unlawful act. "Gentleman," he starts clearly not addressing Sion. He´s unable to finish what he started as his head disappears from his torso.

The resulting exposed artery spurts blood onto the banners behind him. The head falls on the table, rolls off, and lands with a dull "thud" on the ground, coming to a stop halfway down the runner.

The blood running from the head clashes with the red of the carpet. Both of his neighbors turn around to see what is happening behind their colleague. Only they know whether their eyes have ever seen what the separation has brought about because before they have fully turned their heads, they follow the same route down the carpet.

The dull thumps of the skulls on the stone floor are the only sound in the deafening silence. Their neighbors across the table may have just realized what is going on before their blood also fills the floor and stains the banners.

A few seconds after Sion's last words, eleven headless people are sitting at the tables at her feet; the twelfth has to pay for getting up with a place on the floor.

Here and there a heart squeezes its last burst of blood from the open carotid arteries. Some bodies slide from their seats, others fall headlessly onto the table in front of them. The expensive clothing can no longer be reused, these stains are lifelong. Heads are scattered across tables and floor, eyes still open and filled with disbelief.

Sion is horrified by the smell and sight of so much blood. She forces herself to look at what has been done, wrought in her name.

She holds Numico's hand so tightly that, from my hiding place high in the refectory, I see Numico's face contort in pain until he releases his hand from her iron grip and wraps it around her shoulder.

Together they descend the steps at the foot of the dais where her seat stands. They walk along the bloody carpet to the large doors of the hall. Here and there stepping over a head that has not yet been picked up.

The twelve men, who have waited behind the banners until Her Majesty gives the signal, and then with their curved swords to remove the heads of the royal advisors, gather the heads and impale them on a spear.

When they all carry a spear with a head, they line up behind Zion and Numico. The doors of the hall open. The group walks in the middle, on either side of them walk six men with spears.

They reach the courtyard where the generals' retinue waits in the lukewarm afternoon sun. When the doors of the outer palace open, conversations fall silent and many forget to breathe.

Some soldiers want to reach for their swords but see in time that archers on the roofs already have their arrows ready in their bows to nip any resistance in the bud.

Swords are lowered to the idea that they are without a master to serve, and therefore a job replaces the initial instinct to fight or flight.

Because the law requires Sion to appear on the balcony of the palace, the nearest holiday home was chosen, only 2 hours on horseback from the city.

We manage to reach the palace unnoticed via the tunnel. In the palace, the resistance members have already taken measures against those who support the council.

When dusk falls, Sion steps onto the palace balcony and pauses in the same place her father used to stand. The group of spectators grows rapidly into unprecedented proportions.

“Greetings my people, I am Sion, not your Sikh as I am not yet fit to rule according to law. That is why I transfer that right to a third party. If the council agrees to this, the twelve heads on spears nod yes. Then I will transfer my power to my future husband Numico."

"Since I also do not have enough summers to rule, I transfer my right to Dadrie Hiromy," Numico says loudly.

From the square, Dadrie walks to the stairs and climbs them to the applause of not only his own friends but also the soldiers who earlier today wanted to take up their weapons against Sion.

Dadrie had enlisted them on the spot because a soldier with no master is lost and dangerous.
The fact that he had once been an officer and therefore one of them was enough for them to identify with him.
Seeing one of them temporarily ascend to power made them glow with pride, and more loyal to Dadrie than any of their previous masters.

When he appears on the balcony in uniform he looks and sounds comfortable in this role.

"Thank you for the honor, my role will only be symbolic until you reach the legal seventeen summers. My words will represent yours and those of your mother, Her Highness Krya."