The assembled citizens of Home were quiet as their young monarch spoke. Everyone had seen the palace that the girl’s grandmother was building. It had caused some dissention among the people who had no building to live in. Yet most had understood that, as the owner of the planet she could have a home built for her and occupy it before anyone else had a place for themselves.
“As you have requested that Queen Agatha be one of my regents, I am nominating her to be the first of Home’s Nobility. It is fitting that the last monarch of Trena be the first noble woman of Home. I present to you Lady Agatha McAllister, my regent.” Shocked the former queen nodded a tear slowly creeping down her face.
“We have a lot of work to do,” Jill said, “and the sooner we get to it the sooner we’ll be able to finish getting everyone under roof. Thank you for the great honor you have bestowed on me. Together we will work to make Home great!”
With that she concluded her remarks and walked to a reviewing stand and watched the parade that had been set in her honor.
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“The last diary entry for this period, is simple,” The descendant of the very first queen spoke softly to the assembled cadets and the general officer, “As I got into the limo to be taken to the containers that would be my home for a while I was overwhelmed seeing all the people, I couldn’t help but wonder if I could be as good as Aggie.
“Yet as we drove to palace grounds, I couldn’t help but know that with Aggie’s help we would make Home great.” The young queen had written, “Now it is up to me to be as good as Aggie, Dad, Lady Hawthorne, Grand Mom and of course Mom, I think I can be and learn from their example.”
As she said example three images materialized near where the general usually taught the class from. Princess Lisa recognized them immediately. They were older maybe forty, but all three of them were easily recognizable.
“I greet the reader of my diary,” Queen Jill seemed to look her granddaughter in the eye. “I hope that you have found it illuminating and it has helped you to understand the great disaster that brought us to Home. Mine is but one story of the Great Diaspora.”
“As you study the story of our people,” the image of Lamile Atomi spoke, “remember that you will be asked to step up and be counted. Many of you will go on to greatness, some of you won’t. Whatever you do, remember you are a future filled with promise!”
Finally Mitch who was wearing the insignia of the Home Patrol spoke up, “Learn well my friends. You future is filled not only with promise, but all of you are the future of Home. All of you great and small will continue to set the customs and standards that will become the traditions of our academy’s future generations.”
With that the three women came to attention saluted, and said in unison, “Go forth and serve our people and always remember it‘s people dummy!”
The entire class came to their feet and returned the salute of the long dead queen and the officers who set the traditions of their academy.
The bell rang and the class left. They had sent their papers to the general the night before. As the cadets filed out the general turned to her three long dead friends and said to their frozen images, while the images of Lady Hawthorne, and Sergeant Millie Green both in their later years ghosted in. Their hair gray, but their eyes still shinning with life, Alice
Jones said quietly, “It starts again ladies. Another generation is in the forge.”
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Hi! I hope you enjoy reading To Forge a Queen, as much as I did writing it! It was a labor of love that has taken man years to finish. But finish it is!
The question I am pondering what to work on next! I have one nearly complete story that is the sequel to this one. I also have a couple of stories that are basic seeds. One of them is how the thonians got the aqaut. Another is the story of the first joint administration of a human-thonian space station. And of course the evacuation story has several more stories. Such as how Mylea Atomi deals with being her sergeant’s deputy?
Or how Queen Aggie deals with losing her kingdom.
Hopefully once I start writing on these it won’t take years to finish the next one.
I would enjoy hearing from any reader who wishes to discuss To Forge a Queen, or my previous story Every Last Mother’s Child.
You can write me at:
[email protected] I look forward to your comments good, bad, and otherwise.
Bill Carty
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