`Warrior Girls'

By Bill Etem

The kingdom of Avallonia has been decimated by never ending wars. Men are scarce because most of them perished in these wars. Lots of single moms with lots of kids are left to fend for themselves in a very hostile world. Sometimes, when you're struggling to survive, perhaps at your wits' end thinking of ways to make it, it's best to think big and even entertain plans for bold adventures. What have you got to lose except the chains holding you down?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bill Etem
• Release date: Jan 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310829116

Bill Etem

Bill EE-tem. Born in Minneapolis, 1.2.60. Now living in St. Paul. Had lots of jobs: High School math teacher, football coach, track coach, legal coding / data entry, production, bar bouncer etc., etc. Bounced around some myself. Lived in Mexico for 20 months, in Oaxaca. Lived in Los Angeles for a few years. Traveled for 4 months round Europe after graduating from the University of Minnesota in 1983, B.A. in Mathematics. My religious books are all about searching for the True Church. The descriptions and contents of my 10 You Tube playlists also deal with that theme. If a Church leads people to Heaven then that Church is the Bride of Christ, the True Church, the Church Christ founded on a rock, Matthew 16. 13-19. If a church is lost in heresy and drags people down to eternal perdition then that church is a false church. The Christian scriptures are clear there is only one True Church, only one Bride of Christ. And yet there are thousands of separate churches / thousands of unique denominations in the world. This a big glaring problem. John 6. 53-55 tells us one must celebrate Holy Communion to attain Heaven and escape perdition. 1 Corinthians 11. 27-29 says you drink damnation into your soul if you celebrate Holy Communion in an unworthy manner. I've spent roughly 7 thousand hours working on my You Tube playlists, so be sure to scrutinize those when you get a chance.  These You Tube videos explain how we got no end of Christians who violate 1 Corinthians 11. 27-29.  They drink damnation into their souls by sharing the bread and the wine with people who push evil, Anti-Christian things. https://youtube.com/@billetem5868 [e-mail]

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Warrior Girls

Published by Bill Etem at Smashwords

Copyright 2014 Bill Etem

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Cover art by Katrina Joyner

Table of Contents

Chapter 1. `Let the lowly brother.…

Chapter 2. `And in the land were no women found so fair…

Chapter 3. `The Glory of the Gentiles'

Chapter 4. And Moses Stretched out his hand over the sea…

Chapter 5. "Behold the days are coming', says the LORD…

Chapter 6. In that day the LORD will defend the inhabitants of Jerusalem…

Chapter 7. `If anyone does not abide in Me, he is cast out…

Chapter 8. `Thus says the LORD GOD: `Woe to the women that…hunt souls…

Chapter 9. `The incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit…

Chapter 10. `When Jesus came into the region of Caesarea Philippi…

Chapter 11. Seventy weeks are determined upon thy people and upon thy holy city…

Chapter 12. `Every tree which does not bear good fruit is cut down…

Chapter 13. `The Devil walks about like a roaring lion' - 1 Peter 5. 8

Warrior Girls

Chapter 1. `Let the lowly brother glory in his exaltation, but the rich in his humiliation, because as a flower of the field he will pass away.' - James 1. 9 - 10

A winter's evening was just beginning to turn from the red and gold of sunset to the murk of gathering darkness over the City of Rosen. A lady street-preacher, along with Sevaladelia, the latter being a blonde warrior woman with a lethal sword hanging from her belt, where holding, of all things, a religious discussion. Near to them were many children playing in the street. These kids, ranging from tots to juveniles, were bundled up in warm winter gear, wool and animal furs. Close to the kids was Seraphinaria, a 29-year-old Captain in the Avallonian Army. She turned to her assistant, Mirabrasantes, and said to her: `We want a man for our journey north. I want that slave you see on the block over yonder.'

Mirabrasantes thought it a sound enough selection, not that her superior cared what she thought. Seraphinaria pointed to the slave that she wanted, pointing straight at him out so that Mirabrasantes could make no mistake. He was indeed the same slave that Mirabrasantes had her eye on.

`Take this gold,' said Seraphinaria. `Buy him. Fetch him to me.'

Mirabrasantes was forced to surrender a good deal of gold to the slave-dealers before she finally outbid the other people interested in buying him.

`Name?' asked Mirabrasantes as she led the man who was loaded with chains back to Seraphinaria.

`Al Mancini,' replied Al Mancini.

`You're good looking,' said Mirabrasantes.

`People always say I look just like the young Rock Hudson,' said Al.

`Never heard of Rock Hudson. You're clothes are bizarre,' Mirabrasantes was saying, `I mean aside from all the chains you're loaded with. What gives?'

`Have you heard of parallel universes?' asked Al.

`I should have guessed! We get some odd ducks that come through the portals every so often. We've named our kids after various people that those parallel universe travelers talk so much about. I suppose you're from one of those highly industrialized universes full of busybodies, ivory towers, venal bureaucracies, self-aggrandizing politicians serving self-aggrandizing constituencies, one of those places full of cash-consuming life-destroying military-industrial-complexes.

`Something like that. And now I'm a slave in some pre-internal-combustion-engine universe. Talk about your cruel twists of Fate. Why did you buy me?'

`The boss wants you as a slave, for herself, and for us other girls as well!' said Mirabrasantes with a smile on her face. `You'll be good for morale on a long journey that we have to make. We're going up north, 500 miles or more. The big idea is to recapture a walled city that used to belong to us, to our Kingdom of Avallonia. We want to get fame and riches out of the big bold adventure. We're all sick to death of being poor struggling single moms. So we have devised a plan!'

Four women scrutinized Al as he returned their gaze. Along with the previously described Sevaladelia, the blonde warrior, there was the lady street preacher who Seraphinaria was previously talking to about religion. This street-preacher was bundled up so thoroughly you really couldn’t say too much about her description: at least her hair color was a mystery. Gray eyes. Her complexion was sort of nondescript, slightly pock mark I supposed one would have to confess, but there was no other obvious disfigurement. That absence of conspicuous deformity was rare in street preachers. Usually a club foot, a hunchback, a hare-lip, a patch of leprosy, frequent bouts of epilepsy, chronic stuttering, blindness, deafness etc., etc., were to be found in these preacher folk. The warrior class attracted healthier specimens, aside of course from those maimed in battle. You saw lots of women on the streets with one arm, or one leg, not all of them old lady ex warriors either. You saw lots of maimed younger women too of course. It was certainly a female-dominated society. Most of the men were killed off ages ago in incessant warfare. Seraphinaria was a brown-eyed brunette, voluptuous indeed. The street-preacher lady shoved off, sensing she was not going to make any converts today among these warlike folk lost in their sensuality. Now Mirabrantes was fair, lovely to behold with her blonde hair blowing seductively in the languorous yet chilling breeze. All three warrior women were wearing the standard uniform of woolen cloaks over leather jerseys over silk shirts.

`You're not gay are you?' asked Seraphinaria, the leader of the warrior women, in her imperious way.

`When can I get out of these chains?' demanded Al Mancini, after he shook his head in negative fashion to answer her question.

`You look strong, powerful, fleet of foot. We'll have to keep you in chains,' explained Seraphinaria. `We can't have you running off.'

Sevaladelia stayed close to the kids, keeping a watchful an eye on her own kids and the other women's kids to see that they behaved themselves, while the other two warrior women took Al further into the City of Rosen on a shopping errand.

`Here's the famous Alpine shop I was telling you about,' said Seraphinaria, speaking to Al as well as to Mirabrasantes. `We have to buy our gear at this place because we can't count on the Alpine shops further north having what we need. And we don't want to march 500 miles all the way back to here if we don't have to. Since there are glaciers and high mountains that we'll have to negotiate we'll need ropes, jumars, ice-axes, pitons, karabiners, crampons etc.'

They browsed the aisles of the store which sold surplus military paraphernalia, along with skis, winter garments, survivalist gear, hunting and fishing supplies to please the most demanding sportswomen, as well as high-end mountain climbing equipment. The proprietor, a balding, pot-bellied middle-aged man, gave them a cordial greeting but he didn't push himself the way pushy salesmen push.

`Do you think these Helmholtz® pitons and karabiners are worth their exorbitant price?' asked Mirabrasantes.

`O yes indeed,' said the owner of the shop, `though I must protest the suggestion that their price is exorbitant. Though the Helmholtz ironmongery costs a little more, it combines high tensile strength alloy steel, a flawless finish, and the confidence you will have knowing the Helmholtz name means the most exacting quality control standards in the industry. Everything is produced in state-of-the-art factories, and everything is tested and re-tested.

`I'm all for safety, but so often you can be perfectly safe and still keep some cash in your pocket,' said Mirabrasantes.

`Absolutely so. There is equipment which is both safe and less expensive. But the Helmholtz gear, quite simply, never ever never fails. There has never been a confirmed fatality due to the failure of a Helmholtz piton or karabiner. So that counts for something.'

`And what about this Verox Vorax® 9 mm perlon rope? Doesn't it have a high break-rate among climbers in the Karakoram and the Pamirs?' asked Mirabrasantes.

`Oh that's just a statistical anomaly. In the same way, because of some statistical quirk, your low-end priced Nanga Parbat® rope breaks and kills people at an alarming rate in the Bernese Oberland, primarily on the Jungfrau and the Eiger, but less so in the Dolomites, on the Walker, Mont Blanc and the Chamonix Aiguilles. But no statistician or math-literate mountaineer would say the bargain priced Nanga Parbat® line of rope makes a poor purchase for budget-conscious climbers, not at the low low price it is priced at.'

`Do you have 50 meter lengths of the 9 mm perlon Verox Vorax® rope in stock?' asked Seraphinaria.

`Indeed I do,' said the shopkeeper.

`Do you have 50 of those ropes?' asked Mirabrasantes.

`I do. I'll wager you're planning on laying in fixed ropes up the Rupal face,' said the shopkeeper, referring to a huge mountain 70 miles to the south of them.

`Something like that,' said Seraphinaria. We'll take 50 of those 50 meter ropes.'

`Excellent,' said the storekeeper, knowing his profit would be roughly £400 on the deal.

`I know these people who are really down on the Helmholtz gear,' Mirabrasantes was saying, still harping on Helmholtz. `They don't have solid proof, per se, but common on, let's not be naïve. The execs at Helmholtz Inc. must be strongly tempted to cut costs and quality corners. They could keep the retail price sky-high but cut cuts by cutting corners on quality, and thereby reap huge profits. Then after the profiteering execs get better jobs at bigger corporations the Helmholtz gear will cause lots of fatalities.'

`Their reputation,' responded the shopkeeper, `can't get any higher than it is right now, so it would be the perfect time for Helmholtz to cut way back on quality in order to make lots of money. They're only human over there at