Revolution

By Bill Etem

Gibbon tells us that under the laws of Constantine a chaperone who helped a girl elope, against the will of the girl's father, would have molten lead poured down her throat. In the old days the rulers didn't stand for much rebellion from the people.

So, we have here a simple adventure story involving a princess who runs away from the castle and her home because she refuses to marry the man her tyrannical parents have ordered her to marry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bill Etem
• Release date: May 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463352380

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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Revolution

Published by Bill Etem at Smashwords

Copyright 2019 Bill Etem

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Revolution

Table of Contents

Chapter 1. The Princess and Lil Jyl

Chapter 2. The Conspiracy

Chapter 3. The Dress Rehearsal

Chapter 4. Escaping Captivity Within City Walls

Chapter 5. A Lovely Boating Excursion

Chapter 6. Lady Kimberley and Lady Naomi

Chapter 7. Profiles in Courage: Bob Newcastle

Chapter 8. Profiles in Courage: Tommy Kolinski

Chapter 9. Profiles in Courage: Maria Verde

Chapter 10. Profiles in Courage: Jyl Silverlight

Chapter 11. Profiles in Courage: JaJyl Goldberg

Chapter 12. The Divine Right of Rightful Queens

Chapter 13. Round up the Traitors and Chop off Their Heads

Revolution

Chapter 1. The Princess and Lil Jyl

Princess Cassandra, the second child and only daughter of King Philip VII and his first wife, the late Queen Angelique, of ever honored memory, strolled in a frantic state of mind across the sparkling marble floors of the Castle. A terrible toll was being taken upon the sanity of the princess. She was crushed under no end of anxiety because of the cruel policy of her father’s and of her step-mother’s - this step-mother being Queen Isabella, aka The New Queen – `Out with Old Queen and in with New Queen’ - as the commoners in the kingdom liked to say.

`Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it all to hell!’ exclaimed the 19-year-old Cassandra, now long past her wit’s end. Looking on the bright side of things she was no longer suffering endless nightmares. There were no longer those dark melodramas and delirious frenzies night after night. Lately it was just the tedium of endless sleepless nights spent tossing and turning with no end to the insomnia in sight. Such were some of the evil consequences of the wretched insane evil policy authored by the king and his new queen. Princess Cassandra could only speculate at the long odds she was staring at, at the slim chances she had to survive the ordeal. How was possible that she wouldn’t soon end up dead or soon lose her battle to remain sane?

Of course, quite understandably, she had been praying a good deal lately. In fact she was more or less incessantly imploring God to intervene and put an end to the cruel idiocy of the reigning tyrants. But, as the sands in the hourglass fell away one after the other, as the minutes became days and as the days rolled into weeks, it was becoming more and more apparent that her most anxiously meditated prayers and her most impassioned pleadings with the Deity would not lead to any Divine Intervention. If begging for Divine assistance was not going to work, then, obviously, God expected her to use her own resources and to look to her own devices to accomplish her own ends. If nothing decidedly supernatural was going to cancel the evil policy that the Kingdom of Coleraine had decreed and resolved upon for Princess Cassandra’s future, then, obviously, strictly mundane natural agencies were her only hope and her only alternative in escaping from her predicament.

About this insidious policy authored by the ruling tyrants, Cassandra was commanded by her father and step-mother, on the advice and consent of all of their wise and exalted councilors, to wed Prince Ludovico, second in line to the throne of the rich and powerful Galetician Empire. Cassandra had met Ludovico in the flesh on several occasions, and so she knew for a fact that he didn’t drool long strings of saliva from the corners of his mouth, as some courtiers had reported. Yet she did know for a fact that his body stank with a foul and hideous stench that made her come close to retching in public, and which made her recoil violently in other ways involving involuntary paroxysms of revulsion. Prince Ludovico was driven perhaps by several loathsome manias. But the main offense was a madness, a mania that was driving him to never bathe with soap and water. The monks had gotten hold of his mind, and they were molding his mind, brainwashing him, as it were, convincing him it was a mortal sin to bathe with soap and water.

It would perhaps be superfluous to mention all of Prince Ludovico’s other negative traits and deficient attributes, to go over in detail all of his other ugly characteristics and surly idiosyncrasies. The truth of the matter is that if only he didn’t stink so terribly Princess Cassandra though she might be able do something with him, to transform him into a more or less acceptable husband. Perhaps she overestimated her own abilities, but if only he didn’t reek, then, she imagined, she might certainly be able to mold him into something far from perfect but nevertheless something approaching adequate. But the dingy reality of it all was that he did stink terribly, stank like a foul sewer, and this rendered whatever possibilities for improvement he might have completely irrelevant in Cassandra’s eyes.

As the weeks passed Princess Cassandra fell deeper and deeper into, first, aimless despair, and then into a state of desperate resolve to take some sort of action. If those noble souls who always try to look for the good in other people had to find one positive attribute in the person of Ludovico, well, it was universally acknowledged that he detested bloodshed and would run from any sort of battle where lots of blood and gore could be expected. `He’s a dirty, stinking, depraved coward!’ exclaimed Cassandra right out loud. `I’m being forced to marry a dirty, cowardly, brainwashed unwashed imbecile. Please God, just give me an ordinary imbecile! Not asking for the impossible here. Not being totally unreasonable here. I know You’re the Creator of the Great big Universe, and