Kingdom of a thousand [EN Premier] (BX-Edition), Eftos Eftos [most interesting books to read TXT] 📗

of Kings are real figures, carved in stone.
In remote INDI system is independent of the lifetime of the king always a senior member of the Thousand as President "instead of the king ', as the official title, his life in power.
The underlying structures are similar. One somewhat neglected the remote system, because we were from the conquest of space. The center of power is here.
There are special cases understandable but also unusual in the system. If the chosen dies in the first ten years of his term, it is usually so that their spouse does the top function. This choice is necessary. Just this one will be spared even by the principle.
The second person in the state it is also close to the power and enjoys the confidence of the instances. Only in exceptional cases by two-thirds majority of the thousand can be tilted. It is rare to is already done once. This fury wanted to see anyone in front.
Something peculiar is that only the ruler and his children may not even bear the name of Westarp. The death of the first man in the state and his descendant is too weak for the test to decide so he gets another title of nobility from the Thousand Namensaum assigned.

(V) Ancient, cold
Through the Hall of Kings just the ruler of the entire system Raah-Indi, Queen Hypatia I below, flanked by your Major General Pavel Rebelkov.
"The existence of a regent is unbearable over there on Pak Prime, my queen, which is being scaled down," he rattles monotone. "Their popularity and pseudo-compatibility makes it more dangerous for us. Letting go is growing. My queen is a dangerous trend. "
"Keep your hair Rebelkov, you are too short-tempered." Him rebukes the queen. She continues: "When you come to ours for less. It is the Paking you can know the past. "
"Forgive your need to worship, but now take this band. There were better candidates. Bad that the little bastard of which just this year must start school. Your most well-born son together in a year with this breed, at the same school "rattling the General.
"My good Rebelkov, you are a poor tactician and strategist." Is your short answer.
Hart has become you in your trains and in the essence, since the death of her husband shortly before the birth of your only child, Prince of Westarp Herold.
Today, twelve years later, here in Lyporo whose enrollment in the royal institute of applied sciences Alanis on the plan. A noble house noble past. Many smart and influential people created by it. But even in this proud and prestigious boarding school has done in recent weeks. Things that were impossible in the old order.
Anti-discrimination laws, a hundred years old, allow multi-species classes in some subjects and the exchange in the playground. Due to the integration of the species into daily life here on the Trivy you went in that direction. Most of this support, some few will refuse.
"Humbly, my lady, a college where they teach now the pigs on the Trymoo? Where is the world coming to "mild smile She replies:"? Rebelkov, I have to point out that you also keep your home clean Ruba "
"Very good swing sovereignty, feather dusters, you may as I'm concerned, but to learn? The separated part. Also, I've got it yes to this, pardon my queen, tried cursed tin pails. Cruel how stupid they are. "
"A steady flow problems with any systems and quasi too lazy in the evening to hang on the wall socket. Only the dirtiest activities or war are applicable. "
Almost pity the Queen Hypatia turned again to your loyal General. "War? Tsa tsa tsa. Hundreds of years ago. But I agree with you that our order could be better enforced. Perhaps we should really bring everything over there purely compatibility. Maybe your plan is right. Besides: why should I reject this offer also "?
At the other end of the hall is a friendly-looking collection of people who entertain the excited and interested look. Some even nod appreciatively. It looks like you came from far away. Less because of your appearance, suggesting nobility, or because of travel hardships, no, much more so because the environment will obviously something fremdelt.
The delegation will travel from the high-born family of regents of Pak, Dr. Leviathan Westerburg. Furthermore, from his wife, Ratia, high representatives of the Indians system, and finally his twelve-year-old son Henley.
Dr. Westerburg was first noticed by the close of its regent. Although the protocol allows him to welcome the Queen, he knows that you preferred it if he disregards it.
"My dear cousin, it's nice to welcome you here in Lyporo. Did you have a pleasant journey? "
"Your majesty, I should thank you for the invitation. Well, only a fool called the tunnel boring. Travel without moving hat was. It is a privilege for us all to be here. to visit again and again exciting the system of all our ancestors. Much has happened in Lyporo, here in the hall, the time seems to be a constant. "
When she had been waiting to the last sentence Hypatia answered: "How predictable, the scholar says. There is so much more important! So this is the young prince Henley, your son? "
Thus it happens it that turns to Hypatia I, Queen of the Raah-Indi system for the first time Henley of Westerburg. It honors his mother not look at it. Then it is trained. We are not interested in Ratia to Westerburg what you think and feel you do not care. When the young prince is different, he is enrolled in a year with your own son.
What feels a twelve year old when he looks up at the familiar face of a foreign person is any individual but the entire system looks familiar.
Well, there is no antipathy, since twelve years in most cases are more humane. But in general there is respect for this disciplined, almost ascetic awe-inspiring appearance. Your clothes with the rest to that. Simple elegance combined with unfathomable. Thus, Henley bowed briefly in silence.
He sweeps you a fraction of a second over his head and says: "Clean, Henley, he is very reserved. Well educated. Never say what is false, fabulous. " "This should probably be a compliment," thinks Henley.
Just at that moment will open a wing and some come out looking three strictly military. Among them is Prince and herald of Westarp, Hypatia's twelve-year son.
He is also controlled by extraordinary facial expressions. Dressed he is, this is worth mentioning in the dark gray uniform of the Royal Guard advisor. Unusually for a young prince. He seems older, though he physically corresponds to his age. But he seems to accept his role. More than that: Evidently, they liked him.
Much can be thought of in his sight: If one day he king? If he wins the competition in his favor? Inconceivable, however, and never happened, that he runs in shorts on the football field and play a game of football with their peers. Real-time simulations on the computer are as dear to him. Military education arouses enthusiasm for strategy, weapons technology and the army.
The guard bows just before the Regent and will stop, Herald continues on his mother, buried a hand casually in his pants.
"There are important and special days, today is a 'she says. "Just when you got to know your son, Levi, now it's time to think of it". She turns to the young prince: "You're like always on time, Herald."
He nods gratefully, a verbal response is not forthcoming. He sees himself, preferring instead to travel delegation from another planet with interest. The same age Henley He seems to be interested only in the second. This adolescent spends most time in the presence of adults, with private teachers or in the network.
"Herold, remember you still to Dr. West Castle, the president of the King over there instead of India?" His mother asked him.
Herold turned to Mr. Westerburg but a single question to Him burns on his lips: "What about the tunnel," he stumbles go, for the first time his age needs. He still lacks the experience, what bothers him, although he has already read anything about it. "How does the capsule? Is it true that you will be weighed to the gram exactly? "
"Well," begins Dr. Westerburg but Hypatia interrupts him. "Herold, there's so much more exciting than the vile art. I'm sure there will be soon a job for you over there in India. "After a dramatic pause:" By then you'll wait up. " "Very well, mother," he mutters.
The Queen continued: "Now we are only together once cozy and festive dinner. Travelling makes you hungry. The courtly Eemits have prepared new delicious creations of the finest meals for you. Let us therefore take action. "
Thus the welcome ceremony is officially over. After this feast, the delegations will pursue your own activities. The main indicators of distant political, such as meetings or meetings of your department colleagues Raah.
Of course, the school starts a topic in Westerburg will be mainly for the young Ratia and Henley.
Ultimately, one wishes this delegation in the most stability, more of their own skills and an early departure in the home. Even if you have to leave his son.
Pavel Rebelkov who has kept discreetly in the background during the entire conversation, look at the next days and weeks too happy, but his plans go in a completely different direction.
Her Majesty's most loyal General is planning a coup, a conspiracy, something monstrous.  
(VI) on one line
Rebelkov agitated. For weeks he has been working both in private and with some subjects in the project, code-named "New Order".
For the final presentation in which for the first time the Queen maximum self to be present, the General has come up with something special.
This meeting will be held at his home address in his estate outside Lyporos.
Preparations are in full swing. All Ruba, in your simple mind now are inspired, on the ball. You are in your element. Like children, you can focus on a single task and budgetary matters.
"Ravenosch" Rebelkov barks, "everything must be spotless tomorrow. Every square millimeter of the entrance to the conference room must sparkle and flash. "
From your work torn, visibly surprised and confused Ruba jumps to see your lord and master in the face. She replies: "YYYY Meista, iss all good. We make it. We are happy. "
It is almost impossible for the friendly, simple and industrious nature of a Ruba antipathy or even hatred towards match, unless one is a battle robot is programmed to destroy, or a heartless General.
He replied curtly: "I hope your well is good enough! Otherwise you're flying, now! "You wince, the cloth in his hand. Of which he inspired continues, "Then you can offer your services, whoever. Never again will you come in such a noble household. Most likely you'll be unemployed and I even know what that means for one of you. "
Oh yes, he has right: A Ruba without a job is a sad creature. She immediately lowered her head and cleans obsessively on in all corners and all edges.
The next day. Today time has come you will. For five weeks he is working towards this moment. The previous meetings took place exclusively with the military in the General Office of the Ministry of Defence.
On this day, that is, the crowning glory. Under his personal direction is subsequently presented