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the last one, with thousands of lives on both sides being wasted!
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"One thing I can say is that I've gotten first class care," I laughed,
Sela sitting there watching me eat, with Queen Maris' green eyes like
beautiful precious jewels glowing down into mine.
"You are lucky to be alive," Queen Maris said to me then.
"I was just lucky that woman mayor could control her people," Sela Dai
spoke softly. She had told me much of what had happened to her. I rather
tended to agree with her opinion too.
"We are a `civilized people'," Queen Maris smiled back.
"Lorraine and I wouldn't be here right now if you'd minded your own
business," Sela Dai pointed out in reply, regarding the lovely Queen of Dularn
as we sat there in the stern cabin of the North Star. The sky astern already
growing dark as night fell.
"She is a `spitfire', isn't she?" Maris laughed in reply.
"One I think highly of," I smiled back at the Queen.
Chapter Thirty Eight
"The lookout has spotted a light ahead," the man spoke, Ma- ris tossing
aside the blanket, slipping down on to the deck, her brief night shift
slipping high, revealing much of her thighs. I saw Sela raise her head, her
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eyes darkness in the pale shadow of her face. The slave girl La-ra stirring,
watching silently as I watched Maris throw her clothing on and follow the man
out on to the deck. I wondered if we had found the squadron or just some
innocent merchantman now sailing along the coastline of Dularn?
"What happens if they don't believe our signals?" Sela asked, slipping
out of bed, padding over to where I laid on my cot. That had been a question I
had been musing over myself now. The North Star was no match for any of my
first rates, which were a bit "faster" too than the North Star, if not quite
as "handy".
"Let's face that problem if and when it comes," I answered.
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"Princess," the man said, bowing a bit to Princess Lara as the Seahawk
followed the other ships, the Huntress in the lead. The starlit sky lovely, a
bit of a chill however in the night air that made the Princess of Baja
thankful now for her warm cloak.
"Yes?" Lara answered, turning, the throaty purr of her voice like a
sensual caress. She was a woman many men had lusted for. But only one had ever
won her heart. Earning the undying enmity of Tara Bisan, the former Princess
of Baja, now a prisoner of the Nevadas somewhere in the ruins of what once had
been Los Vegas.
"The lookout on Arrow believes there is a ship behind us," he said. The
Arrow a few miles astern of the larger first rate keeping a close watch
astern, although she personally considered such almost a "waste of time"
considering their own "force" now.
"I'll inform my husband," the Princess of Baja answered. "And don't
signal the Arrow," the Princess added, well aware that such signal lights
could also be seen by the ship somewhere be- hind Arrow. While Arrow would be
hard pressed to deal with any Dularnian raider, especially those of the
"North" class, the Sea- hawk would easily best such a craft, especially with
Jers in com- mand. Only Maris Marn, the Queen of Dularn herself his "equal"!!
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"Have me brought up on deck," I said to the golden Queen.
"Your majesty," the midshipman interrupted, all excited!
"What is it?" Maris snapped, not all that "pleasantly"!
"The ship ahead is turning about," he squeaked back.
"My people are `competent'," I smiled at Maris Marn.
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"You have signaled the other ships?" Prince Jers asked. The officer
nodding, Lara in her short skirt an erotic delight. The very sort of a woman
that any red blooded man might dream about!!
"There is little doubt we are being followed by a raider," Lara spoke,
her eyes then meeting those of her royal husband. "Arrow has decided to
investigate," she added with a smile then. The captain of the Arrow was eager
for "glory", she understood. Especially after the accomplishments of the
Huntress' captain.
"No Dularnian is a `match' for the Seahawk," the officer pointed out,
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eying Lara, who without her cloak wore little more than a slave girl might.
Her well filled halter and the short- ness of her leather skirt leaving no
doubts as to her femaleness. The Arrow would be no match for a "North", even
although Huntress had done well against the North Star with Lorraine in
command...
"Come about, set all sail, go to battle stations," Jers an- swered,
glancing at his provocative sensual brownette Princess. "I'm tired of burning
innocent fishing villages," he added then.
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