Fantasy Fiction posted May 15, 2014 Chapters:  ...10 11 -12- 12... 

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A chapter in the book The Trining


by Jay Squires

NEW TO “THE TRINING” ADVENTURE?  There are summaries beginning with Cha. 2 and continuing to Cha. 10.  What follows is a summary of Cha. 11.

Doctrex takes on the daunting task of trying to explain to Klasco he has no memory of his past.  He goes through many mental gyrations to get his ideas across such as the remembering of only fragments of dreams.  Throughout all this, tensions rise.  At one point he explains that he is a fraud but that this is the only way he could survive.  He finally tells how Klasco's younger daughter knows more than she’s letting on and his older daughter wants to expose him (Doctrex) as a fraud.

Klasco’s temper flares when Doctrex inadvertently uses terms he’d learned from Axtilla, but which had different (and emotionally charged) meanings in the Provinces.

Chapter Twelve
Klasco didn't let the crossans have their fill of water before he pulled them back from the brook.  "They won't know when to stop," he said.  He stroked their manes and spoke to them lovingly.  In a few moments he had the feed bags strapped to them and I watched their ears twitching merrily as they ate.

"And, now it's our turn," he said.  He uncorked the red wine and poured two cupsful, which he put on the seat between us, and replaced the bottle to the basket.  Then, unfolding an oilcloth, he removed two generous strips of jerked meat and handed me one.  He clamped one end of the other between his teeth while he refolded the cloth and returned it.  Finally, he held out the loaf of bread to me and leaned against the seat back; ripping off a chaw of jerky, he chewed it meditatively while he watched the crossans.

I tore off the end-piece of bread.  The outside crust was hard and unyielding to the touch but the inside was soft.  It had a pleasant, yeasty smell.  I pinched out some of the interior and put it in my mouth.  I was hungrier than I thought.  Holding the remaining loaf out to him, I took the cup of wine.

"A toast," I said.

He turned from the crossans to look at me.  "A toast?" he repeated, but sounding a little like a question, and extended his wine cup toward mine.

"To our new brotherhood," I said, and clinked it to his.

Just for an instant he looked stunned, and then he repeated, "Our new brotherhood, yes."

He followed my lead and we brought the cups to our lips.

The wine was warm and fruity.  It felt good going down.

I watched him take a drink and then another.  I had the feeling he was rehearsing something, planning the exact wording of what he wanted to say to me.  He took a final drink and set the cup down.

"Doctrex, I will be telling you something that must be kept only between us.  It came from the Counsel of Twelve.  The penalty for disclosure would be dire.

"Nothing will be heard from me."

"I believe you, Brother."  He drained his cup.  "I told you before, didn't I, that the enemy is among us?"

"Not in so many words.  I assumed they would be."

"In a Kabeez tavern, one of the regulars there, and quite popular with all the local Kabeezans because he was jovial and generous with his money, got very, very drunk one evening.  No one had seen him get that drunk before.  He was not his jovial self.  In fact he had become surly. When it was time for the tavern to close, three young Kabeezans escorted him home as a precaution against any robbers who might have tried to ambush him.  He complained that as drunk as he was he would have an easier time fighting off the robbers than his three, or five or ten protectors.  Especially since the robbers would also be Kabeezans."

"That's hardly a way for him to try to blend in with the Kabeezans.  Did they figure him, then, as an infiltrator?"

"If they didn't at that time it was because he was generally so likeable and, as I said, so free with his money."  He took a piece of bread in his mouth, and then spoke around it as he chewed.  "But as he continued to drink on the way to his cottage, he became sullen and homesick—if not patriotically so.  It was then that he used the code-word Trining in describing the beginning of the all-out assault by Glnot Rhuether's army against all the provinces.  He was described by one of the three escorts as appearing 'shocked' when he heard himself use the word, but afterwards he shrugged and then openly boasted about how devastating it would be for the Provinces when the Trining came.”

"So, was he arrested?"

"They planned on addressing the Counsel on the following day, which was the proper protocol, there being little in the way of law enforcement."

"But he was gone," I guessed.

"Like he was never there.  And, no one ever saw him again in Kabeez."

I downed the last large swallow from my cup.  My mind was swimming—not from the wine but from unanswered questions.  Axtilla and Klasco both used the word Trining, but Klasco's Trining, however devastating to the provinces, was small potatoes compared to Axtilla's metaphysical one.  The Trining was so powerful a force, she told me, it stilled Kyre's voice in the Tablets.  The Tablets ended with the Trining.  Was the Trining then a doomsday event?  The apocalypse?

"More wine?"

Klasco's words yanked me out of my thoughts.  "Not if I'm to be awake when we meet the council."

"That won't be until after one more sleeping."

What lengths he goes to just to avoid the use of night or tomorrow since one day seems to slide into the next with no darkness separating them!  It must be the wine.

"There is an inn about 20 units from here.  We can eat and sleep there, and then get an early start for Kabeez."

He removed the feedbags, gave the crossans leave to hang their long necks to the brook a while longer and then he hitched them back to the wagon.

"I think you have more to tell me," he said, pulling the reins to the left and guiding the crossans back to the dirt road.

"And, where did I end?"

"I stopped you as you were telling me how—what is her name?"


"You were telling me how Axtilla thought you were Pondria, the mythological brother to Glnot Rhuether."

"To her it was not mythological.  It was very real.  She tried to kill me after I had washed up on the shore of—"

"The shore?  So you were at the western shore of the Far South Province?"

"It will always remain a mystery to me ,” I went on, without answering him, “why a person who initially tried to kill me ended up taking me, unconscious, to her cave where she proceeded to mend my wound, to bring me back from the brink of death."

I could tell he wanted to interrupt me but he held his tongue.

"Once I was fully conscious—and remember this was after drifting in and out of consciousness for I don't know how long a time—we began to talk."  I struggled with explaining the phenomena of her speech patterning, or whatever it was.  "You see, her words seemed to come from a source separate from her mouth.  There was, at first, a lag between the word coming out of her mouth and the movement of her lips necessary to say the word."  I was about to give up.  "Do you have any idea what I mean?"

"Well, of course I do.  It's the way every child first learns to talk.  You know—how they papper?  The brain is working faster than the mouth, so the words come out and then the lips move."

I must have had a look of amazement on my face.  It wasn't how I’d observed any child saying its first words.  But, I didn't see any point of digressing any more.

"Soon, mind and body begin to synchronize."  Then he paused.  "What is curious, though, is that since she wasn't an infant, that means she did not speak Grossling?"

Grossling!  Papper!  The fact that Klasco and his family didn’t go through the same linguistic gyrations with me as Axtilla had meant there was a close relationship between English and their Grossling. One more conundrum to try to work out.

"Apparently she didn't, but she was certainly a fast learner," I said.

"It doesn't have anything to do with being a fast learner.  It's something that’s never forgotten."  He looked at me like he was explaining something that didn't need explanation.  "It's how the people from the Far Southern Provinces can understand the language of the people from the Far Northern Provinces.  You're doing it, yourself, Brother.  How do you think you understand Grossling?"  He stared at me again, and then smiled.  "See?  You understand?"

"I understand it's convenient you speak English."

"En-glish?" he repeated, and I could swear there was just a touch of pappering going on.

"Grossling," he said, with finality, but without anger.  "You can do it the easy way or the hard way, Brother.  You can learn your tables and conversions and not say anything until the numbers you wait for come into your head, or you can just say five miles or three tablespoons or one cup and be confident that your listener is pappering the conversions and tables for you—with this difference: he doesn't know he's doing it, either."  He smiled again and tapped his forehead.

“The language thing—I—I don't know.  I think we'll have some more to say on it later.  But let me go on with what happened with Axtilla and me.  After I was well enough to travel she decided we should leave the cave.  I don't think it was clearly expressed what we were leaving for.  It was probably for firewood or food, but that's not important.  Whatever it was she was anxious for us to get an early start so we would get back before dark."

"Dark!" Klasco said, unable to contain himself.  "How many Ds ago was this?"

"Klasco—my way, Brother, please!  There are some experiences your mind is not ready to process.  This is one of them.  Later, I think you’ll be able to accept the truth of it, although you may not ever understand it.”

He shook his head with exasperation.  "Go ahead. Talk."

*     *     *

  • Doctrex:  The name Axtilla gave to the man who woke up on the shoure of an alien land without memory or identity.
  • Axtilla:  The young lady who discovered the ailing man on the shore, brought him to health and then held him captive, certain he is Pondria.
  • Pondria:  According to the Tablets of Kyre, he is the one who comes from the sea, to infiltrate the people of the Encloy, deceiving them with his language, setting them up to be destroyed by the Trining.
  • Pomnots:  (Pom = Dark not = Force)  Formerly on the plane below, these ancestors of the people of the Encloy were drawn up to the Kojutake during the Bining's 30 days of darkness.  Fierce, living for their appetites, they are not above killing each other to satisfy their insatiable hunger.
  • Glnot Rhuether:  According to Axtilla, the name of the dark entity who is destined to empower the lodging [the Trining] on their plane.
  • Klasco Braanz: Husband to Metra and father to Sarisa and Klea.
  • Metra Braanz: Wife to Klasco and mother to Sarisa and Klea
  • Sarisa Braanz: Klasco's and Metra's youngest daughter.
  • Klea Braanz: Klasco's and Metra's eldest daughter
  • Kyreans:  According to Kabeezan Myth, a people who lived 5,000 years ago (1,000 D’s) who were ultimately destroyed by Glnot Rhuether and the Dark Force
  • Crossans: They are similar to horses, but broader in the chest and sloping down to smaller haunches than horses.
  • Trining: A code word used by the enemies in the Far Northern Province marking the beginning of the all-out assault by Glnot Rhuether on the other provinces.


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NOTE: Reluctantly, but at the request of many Fanstorians, I am including a Glossary of Characters and Terms. In the interest of space, I will keep only those names and terms that I've recently referred to, archiving the currently unused ones for possible use in a later chapter.
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