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   A Fine Suvrael Manor House   
      
   'You dream too much, Ashamon,' said Elene.   
      
   'The King of Dreams likes me,' replied Ashamon. He sat on his chair, and   
   looked at the room. It was hot, as usual, and he was sweating. 'Suvrael is   
   hotter than I expected. Zimroel should be considered as a place of redux,   
   Elene.'   
      
   'Not on your blessed life, Ashamon. Many gold pieces of valued inheritance   
   from father established our trade routes around Suvrael, and I'll not allow   
   our fledgling business to suffer at the hand of Azkabar the rogue. We are here   
   for the forseeable    
   future, and you will enjoy this manor house, and not forget the house you have   
   joined.'   
      
   'Elene Celeborn. Noble heart, but merchant family,' replied Ashamon the former   
   rogue turned rich through crafty trade. 'I'm not sure you have the rights to   
   judge my soul. Valantine Pontifex, him I respect. He was met in innocence of   
   his lost self, and we    
   got along well for that while.'   
      
   'He turned you off a wrong path into my loving arms,' said Elene. 'And for   
   that I eternally respect his wisdom and tact.'   
      
   'Let us take a walk around the grounds,' said Ashamon.   
      
   The servant followed them, and the hot sun of Suvrael beat down on them.   
      
   'I'll let you know,' said Elene. That I am dedicated to building our social   
   estate in this place. We need wise contacts to continue our economic   
   development as a trade route institution. We can make new franchises here on   
   Suvrael, I am sure of it, and    
   you will need all the wisdom your rogue heart can muster up, and draw on those   
   ideas from the King of Dreams, if he indeed takes an interest in your sorry   
   person.'   
      
   'He does. I can tell,' replied Ashamon. They surved the manor garden a while,   
   and bid the servant bring them lemonade. 'Suvrael is a place to be in many   
   ways,' said Ashamon. 'But I know my destiny lies elswhere.'   
      
   'Bold enough to glorify himself with a destiny,' mocked Elene. 'You sound like   
   Azkabar and his vision of bedding all the whores of Majipoor.'   
      
   'It's his race. They are full of whoring. Grim families,' replied Ashamon.   
   'Now enough of business.' The servant had returned with the lemonade, and they   
   drank, in the heat, enjoying their new establishment, and the fortunes of life   
   they, through    
   struggles, had achieved.   
      
   The End   
      
      
   Affairs of the State   
      
   'They are Zonkars,' said Azkabar to Ashamon. '12 planetary bodies of life in   
   their system, and 300 mining planets. And not too distant either.'   
      
   'I remember them in my studies,' replied Ashamon, sitting top of his brown   
   stallion, next to Azkabar's black filly, surveying the space cruiser which had   
   landed in the outer grounds of the King of Dream's palace.   
      
   'The rumour throughout the city is that they are looking for Majipoor to   
   establish an official post on the planet of the Lord of Trade. There is –   
   increased interest – in Majipooran culture in the federations out there, and   
   they desire much of our    
   product. Zonkars are looking for an official liaison to do business.'   
      
   'What we do well,' replied Ashamon. 'Anyway, let us return to the shop. I have   
   work to do and a meeting with that scumlord, Janak Tar.'   
      
   'He does not like you, I think,' replied Azkabar, Ashamon's right hand man for   
   many things. 'He trusts you, but he is of Alhanroel breeding, and finds your   
   Zimroel heritage beneath him. You were but from a rogue of a family.'   
      
   'I notice that in his reactions at times to what I say,' replied Ashamon. 'As   
   if I am a more primitive thought in words and deeds. Not of his breeding.'   
      
   'Still, he makes good deals, and is a man of honour,' said Azkabar.   
      
   'And we profit from the connection,' said Ashamon, as they rode through the   
   city, heading for their merchant house.   
      
   Azkabar rode in silence for a while, then spoke up. 'I wonder, perhaps I   
   should inquire into this Lord of Trade they seek. I am well experienced.'   
      
   Ashamon nodded, but did not respond.   
      
   'I feel in the blood of Azkabar is the legacy of many ancient wisdoms. I   
   should perhaps seek an audience with the King of Dreams to consult him on this   
   issue. My name has a degree of influence. I am sure he will speak with me.'   
      
   'They will likely choose a noble of Alhanroel when all is said and done,' said   
   Ashamon.   
      
   'Yet they come to Suvrael,' said Azkabar.   
      
   'Indeed they do,' replied Ashamon.   
      
   They continued on, and soon came to their merchant headquarters, unmounting   
   and venturing inside. Elene was in the upper room, and kissed him on the   
   cheek. He sipped on a glass of water, and looked at some papers, but his head   
   turned, and he looked    
   towards the direction of the palace of the King of Dreams, wondering about the   
   proposed Lord of Trade and the ambitions of his colleague Azkabar to the role.   
      
   The End   
      
      
   Eternal Terra 2   
      
   'He was pretty adamant we'd ultimately return to the realm,' said Cyril.   
      
   'What you wanted to here,' replied Daniel, Cyril's son.   
      
   'Of course it's what I wanted to hear?' replied Cyril.   
      
   'So he placated you. We ain't going back dad. Settle, the Bulldogs are going   
   to win,' replied Daniel.   
      
   Callodyn walked in with a Bulldogs top on, and settled down on the couch.   
   'This IS Macarthur, isn't it?'   
      
   'Yep,' replied Daniel. 'It's the general Australian dominion of Macarthur.   
   Quite a few billion continents of it now, since they returned to expansion   
   mode. We live in a 25th century era. Will go on a long time before another   
   technical retrograde, and    
   observations are finished in their recording. What can be added to the list of   
   perpetual societal behaviour in a maintenance mode.'   
      
   'I get the theology,' said Callodyn. 'Improving history each time.'   
      
   'Till its worked out better,' said Cyril, and picked up some crisps, and   
   sipped on his ice tea.   
      
   'We won't be going back, dad,' said Daniel. 'Trust me. He made it clear we   
   weren't and that he would say what he needed to say to you till you got over   
   it.'   
      
   'I figured that son,' said Cyril.   
      
   Daniel's mother, Mary, came in the room, with June Grey. Grey's were a popular   
   family in the Macarthur Dominions, descended from ancient friends the family   
   had known in their original Earthly sojourn.   
      
   'How big is planet Earth?' Mary asked Daniel. 'June is not 100% sure.   
      
   'Aw, it's vast,' replied Daniel. 'I can't give you the exact figure in   
   dimension. I didn't try and work out the number, but it's vast. Googol's upon   
   googols of citizens.'   
      
   'Right,' said Mary. She indicated to June for them to go to the back room of   
   the house, and they left the room.   
      
   'Well,' said Callodyn, watching the match.   
      
   'Well what?' asked Cyril.   
      
      
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