I. "Feud" for Just One Word
Judgment, A Story in Six Scenes
I. II. III. IV. V. VI.
No one had claimed the attack on Tir na n’Og. There had been no follow up threat to say if they were willing to do that the first time, imagine what they might try now that they were warmed up. Since the day things returned to a more normal pace, Mab’s best intelligence agents had been working relentlessly to find those who had made the attack. What progress had been made was slow because of the nature of the attack itself as much as anything. The devastation left by the attack spell and the one that had destroyed the physical and magical evidence almost entirely. They were left hunting down leads of people who had been researching the particular spell and it was slow going.
Nearly everyone in the Court, including those doing the work, was expecting Mab to display disgust or anger or even to kill the agents in charge place others in that position. Those who knew better were even more afraid than the agents awaiting a death sentence that would not come. Mab expected them to be slow, perhaps not to know who it was for generations, and she didn’t care. The queen who knew better than any save perhaps those still fighting for Heaven and Hell what it meant to feud had placed her sights on those who had made the attack. The terrorists would pay if she had to wait until the seventh generation to do so and she had the time.
I. II. III. IV. V. VI.
No one had claimed the attack on Tir na n’Og. There had been no follow up threat to say if they were willing to do that the first time, imagine what they might try now that they were warmed up. Since the day things returned to a more normal pace, Mab’s best intelligence agents had been working relentlessly to find those who had made the attack. What progress had been made was slow because of the nature of the attack itself as much as anything. The devastation left by the attack spell and the one that had destroyed the physical and magical evidence almost entirely. They were left hunting down leads of people who had been researching the particular spell and it was slow going.
Nearly everyone in the Court, including those doing the work, was expecting Mab to display disgust or anger or even to kill the agents in charge place others in that position. Those who knew better were even more afraid than the agents awaiting a death sentence that would not come. Mab expected them to be slow, perhaps not to know who it was for generations, and she didn’t care. The queen who knew better than any save perhaps those still fighting for Heaven and Hell what it meant to feud had placed her sights on those who had made the attack. The terrorists would pay if she had to wait until the seventh generation to do so and she had the time.