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Chapter 8
The Monkey
What a fool, he thought, as he stood up from the bottom of the abyss. So naïve, so foolish, so stupid, so. He stopped himself in midthought. Just sitting here thinking about his daemon, Mrs. Coulter, wasn't getting him any closer to destroying that stupid girl, Lyra. Maybe while he's at it, he could kill her idiotic boyfriend William or something. That girl he had planted in the middle of the book signing crowd had failed to shoot the girl, although she had shot seven other stupid young people.
The monkey stood and looked at his daemon's skeleton. What a moron. The High Regent himself had appointed the two to kill Asriel. Mrs. Coulter was, what do you call it, a changeling. When an ugly baby was born to two equally ugly people, three fairies had switched her with another baby, the Mrs. Coulter that was lying dead next to the golden monkey. Everyone in her tiny village was amazed with the beaty and grace of the newborn girl. Only one difference: her daemon settled at age two, and they all knew she was different: when playing hide and seek she was never found until she chose to show herself, when playing a crude replica of matching cards, she got them right on the first try, etc. She was too smart and cunning for the other children, so she was shunned almost immediately on her thirteenth birthday. Her golden monkey actually owned Mrs. Coulter, instead of vice versa.
The monkey stood and stretched. As he did so, his body lengthened and lost the golden hair. He quit stretching, and stood before the three skeletons as a beautiful lady with golden hair the same color as his former fur. He looked up, pointed, and flew to the top of the abyss and out of the world of the dead, heading immediately to the nearest villlage.
His master plan was now in motion: he was to kill the girl and the boy, and then build his own kingdom, to eventually rule the world. He smiled as he thought of the glory and power he would be holding in a few short months.
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Lyra and Will were sitting at the table in the great hall. Lyra on one side, Will on the other. Lyra's color for the day was light green.
Lyra looked up, and, seeing that Will was occupied with his honey milk, "accidentally" loaded a spoon full of boiled ant eggs and "accidentally" flicked it across the table, "accidentally" showering Will's grits with small white spheres.
"Ah, I see Mistress Lyra still has her old spunk!" Will cried as he returned her actions with a volley of mashed potatoes.
"Oh yeah? Well, three years into being a major author didn't turn me into a gentlewoman!" she shrieked, with her hair full of gravy and peas, and threw a bowlful of chicken stew across the table, hitting Kirjava and James, her butler, who merely shook out his handkerchief and wiped his face. Kirjava, stifling a smile, shouted above the melee,
"Okay you children, cease your playing at once!!" She was promplty silenced by peach yogurt and wine from both sides, followed by a small portion of honey milk by Pan.
Okay, that's it!" she shouted, and joined in. Even James burst out laughing.
And the monkey lady got closer and closer.
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Kevin and Katherine smile at each other at a small café thirty miles away.
"I'm so excited about the baby," Katherine said, coyly batting her lashes at the handsome teen across the table.
"Yes, well, I'm excited about something else," Kevin whispered, and pulled a small black box out of his shirt pocket, handing it to Katherine.
Katherine opened it, and gasped at the sight of the emerald engagement ring inside. "Kevin! It's, it's, beautiful!" Kevin reached across the table and slid the ring on her finger. "Katherine Parker, will you marry me?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she breathed, and they leaned across the table, and kissed. Katherine broke away, eyes wide.
"What's wrong?" Kevin asked, concerned.
"The baby! It kicked!"
"What? But it's too early for it to be kicking!"
"I know, but it did!"
Both pairs of eyes dropped to her flat stomach, bewildered. The moment was broken by a soft silky voice.
"Excuse me, but could you please direct me the Lady Lyra Belacqua's mansion?"
Kevin gave her the once over. "And who would it concern, madame?" His equally silky voice was cold with the interruption of his well planned romantic moment.
"None of your business, young man. Now tell me where she is, or else."
Kevin rolled his eyes. Or else. Whatever. But his polite upbringing stopped him from sarcasm. "Just down the road, madam."
The richly blonde woman glared at him, sending a piercing pain through his body. He jerked rigid and fell over in his chair. The woman left, amid screams from Katherine.
"Help! Help! Someone call a doctor!" She rushed to his side and sat on the ground, cradling his head on her lap. His eyes fluttered open and rested on Katherine's worried face.
"Hey, hey, I'm alright, calm down," he whispered weakly. His eyes shut again.
Katherine's sobs grew louder.
A man appeared to the right of them and knelt on the ground, checking his pulse. "He's still alive, but barely. He needs to go to a hospital, now."
The man picked up Kevin and indicated with his head towards a sleek carriage. After placing Kevin in one of the seats and seeing Katherine comfortable, he told the driver, "Hospital please, and make it snappy." And he walked away.
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Later, at the hospital, Katherine lay dozing on a chair next to her lover.
Kevin's eyes opened, and, glancing around, spotted his beloved fiancee on the chair. He reached over and brushed the hair out of her eyes, gazing fondly at her. His handsome tan face furrowed in a frown as he thought about what this could have done to the baby. Kat's pregnancy was just as important to him as Katherine herself. His Jack Russell terrier daemon, Quincy, licked her face, waking her. Katherine looked up, and seeing him awake, smiled. And a silent exchange of love was passed between them.
The next day they were married in the rose garden, amid a carpet of white, pink, and red rose petals, and many adoring fans of Kevin were sobbing their hearts out at the prospect of him marrying someone else.
"And do you, Kevin Joshua Wirier, take Katherine Patricia Parker, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," he whispered.
"Then son, you may kiss your bride."
He raised her veil, and they kissed.
In the back of the garden, out of sight from the large congregation, stood the monkey lady. He grinned evilly and thought ahead to the day when she would get her revenge on the handsome, tanned, strong, and brave boy for his impertinence. For no one, but no one, talks and thinks back to Francais DeLecour.
Chapter 8
The Monkey
What a fool, he thought, as he stood up from the bottom of the abyss. So naïve, so foolish, so stupid, so. He stopped himself in midthought. Just sitting here thinking about his daemon, Mrs. Coulter, wasn't getting him any closer to destroying that stupid girl, Lyra. Maybe while he's at it, he could kill her idiotic boyfriend William or something. That girl he had planted in the middle of the book signing crowd had failed to shoot the girl, although she had shot seven other stupid young people.
The monkey stood and looked at his daemon's skeleton. What a moron. The High Regent himself had appointed the two to kill Asriel. Mrs. Coulter was, what do you call it, a changeling. When an ugly baby was born to two equally ugly people, three fairies had switched her with another baby, the Mrs. Coulter that was lying dead next to the golden monkey. Everyone in her tiny village was amazed with the beaty and grace of the newborn girl. Only one difference: her daemon settled at age two, and they all knew she was different: when playing hide and seek she was never found until she chose to show herself, when playing a crude replica of matching cards, she got them right on the first try, etc. She was too smart and cunning for the other children, so she was shunned almost immediately on her thirteenth birthday. Her golden monkey actually owned Mrs. Coulter, instead of vice versa.
The monkey stood and stretched. As he did so, his body lengthened and lost the golden hair. He quit stretching, and stood before the three skeletons as a beautiful lady with golden hair the same color as his former fur. He looked up, pointed, and flew to the top of the abyss and out of the world of the dead, heading immediately to the nearest villlage.
His master plan was now in motion: he was to kill the girl and the boy, and then build his own kingdom, to eventually rule the world. He smiled as he thought of the glory and power he would be holding in a few short months.
**** **** ****
Lyra and Will were sitting at the table in the great hall. Lyra on one side, Will on the other. Lyra's color for the day was light green.
Lyra looked up, and, seeing that Will was occupied with his honey milk, "accidentally" loaded a spoon full of boiled ant eggs and "accidentally" flicked it across the table, "accidentally" showering Will's grits with small white spheres.
"Ah, I see Mistress Lyra still has her old spunk!" Will cried as he returned her actions with a volley of mashed potatoes.
"Oh yeah? Well, three years into being a major author didn't turn me into a gentlewoman!" she shrieked, with her hair full of gravy and peas, and threw a bowlful of chicken stew across the table, hitting Kirjava and James, her butler, who merely shook out his handkerchief and wiped his face. Kirjava, stifling a smile, shouted above the melee,
"Okay you children, cease your playing at once!!" She was promplty silenced by peach yogurt and wine from both sides, followed by a small portion of honey milk by Pan.
Okay, that's it!" she shouted, and joined in. Even James burst out laughing.
And the monkey lady got closer and closer.
**** **** ****
Kevin and Katherine smile at each other at a small café thirty miles away.
"I'm so excited about the baby," Katherine said, coyly batting her lashes at the handsome teen across the table.
"Yes, well, I'm excited about something else," Kevin whispered, and pulled a small black box out of his shirt pocket, handing it to Katherine.
Katherine opened it, and gasped at the sight of the emerald engagement ring inside. "Kevin! It's, it's, beautiful!" Kevin reached across the table and slid the ring on her finger. "Katherine Parker, will you marry me?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she breathed, and they leaned across the table, and kissed. Katherine broke away, eyes wide.
"What's wrong?" Kevin asked, concerned.
"The baby! It kicked!"
"What? But it's too early for it to be kicking!"
"I know, but it did!"
Both pairs of eyes dropped to her flat stomach, bewildered. The moment was broken by a soft silky voice.
"Excuse me, but could you please direct me the Lady Lyra Belacqua's mansion?"
Kevin gave her the once over. "And who would it concern, madame?" His equally silky voice was cold with the interruption of his well planned romantic moment.
"None of your business, young man. Now tell me where she is, or else."
Kevin rolled his eyes. Or else. Whatever. But his polite upbringing stopped him from sarcasm. "Just down the road, madam."
The richly blonde woman glared at him, sending a piercing pain through his body. He jerked rigid and fell over in his chair. The woman left, amid screams from Katherine.
"Help! Help! Someone call a doctor!" She rushed to his side and sat on the ground, cradling his head on her lap. His eyes fluttered open and rested on Katherine's worried face.
"Hey, hey, I'm alright, calm down," he whispered weakly. His eyes shut again.
Katherine's sobs grew louder.
A man appeared to the right of them and knelt on the ground, checking his pulse. "He's still alive, but barely. He needs to go to a hospital, now."
The man picked up Kevin and indicated with his head towards a sleek carriage. After placing Kevin in one of the seats and seeing Katherine comfortable, he told the driver, "Hospital please, and make it snappy." And he walked away.
**** **** ****
Later, at the hospital, Katherine lay dozing on a chair next to her lover.
Kevin's eyes opened, and, glancing around, spotted his beloved fiancee on the chair. He reached over and brushed the hair out of her eyes, gazing fondly at her. His handsome tan face furrowed in a frown as he thought about what this could have done to the baby. Kat's pregnancy was just as important to him as Katherine herself. His Jack Russell terrier daemon, Quincy, licked her face, waking her. Katherine looked up, and seeing him awake, smiled. And a silent exchange of love was passed between them.
The next day they were married in the rose garden, amid a carpet of white, pink, and red rose petals, and many adoring fans of Kevin were sobbing their hearts out at the prospect of him marrying someone else.
"And do you, Kevin Joshua Wirier, take Katherine Patricia Parker, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," he whispered.
"Then son, you may kiss your bride."
He raised her veil, and they kissed.
In the back of the garden, out of sight from the large congregation, stood the monkey lady. He grinned evilly and thought ahead to the day when she would get her revenge on the handsome, tanned, strong, and brave boy for his impertinence. For no one, but no one, talks and thinks back to Francais DeLecour.
