|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- WEAVER--CUP 14--"FIRST RESURRECTION" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Weaver  ||  -------> (Cup SRwv014, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "Okay Ferrajalt, I'll see you at dinner." Baw Veppen said as she left my room. "Okay." I said. Things had smoothed out considerably since that night on the beach when I killed Red Archer Booze. Now I was here at Bay House, the home for the second wave of arrivals in Daptin's Land. (The first wave got to live in Daptin's House, of course.) Yeah I just got here the other day. Much nicer than the island we were on. But even so, the rest of reality is still destroyed, so there's not all that much to do. Oh well. After I killed Booze, I managed to carry Treyess into the Warhome (I couldn't really climb up the ladder with her, so I had to open the motorcycle hatch in the back. She revived soon after that and couldn't believe what I did. But she did start coming to her senses, realizing how she'd been used and abused by Booze. Then of course, the call came--I knew it would. I knew Daptin Gone would feel the death of Red Archer Booze, and would be calling for an explanation. Soon, I was sitting at the driver's seat, answering the call. It was Daptin all right. "Ferrajalt, may I ask--what just happened?" He looked quite upset. "Well Daptin, I uh, well--to put it in the simplest terms, I basically killed Red Archer Booze." "How?" "I pretty much, uh, blew her head off." "YOU WHAT?" I felt a weird sensation all through my body as Daptin yelled at me. It was if he was reaching out and grabbing me, shaking me. "I'm sorry. It was just--just the heat of the moment. I mean, I was there to basically rescue them and Booze was giving me a hard time, not letting Treyess come to me. I guess I lost my mind for a minute. I--I wish I didn't do it." Daptin was breathing heavily and thinking. "Well," he finally said, "I can't understand why you'd do such a thing, but all is not lost. I can resurrect her, but I have to BE there. Look Ferrajalt--I'll come to you. We can follow the signal from your Warhome. Where's the body?" "On the beach." "Okay--just leave her there. I don't have any tides yet, and there are no animals anywhere, so her body should be okay. Just get away from her and wait. We'll be leaving today, and we'll be in frequent contact with you. And we'll deal with all this later. Understood?" I was getting a little mad at the guy, brow-beating me like that. Kind of messed with my pride. But I didn't want to start anything. "Understood. And I'm sorry." "I know you are. I'll talk to you soon. Bye-bye." Well, after that we had to wait around a few days for Daptin to get there. Treyess was really weirded out by what happened. She didn't want anything to do with me. I slept in the guest bedroom (surprisingly comfortable). We returned to the part of the island I'd woven my Warhome on, and we figured we may as well weave a few more. There were two matter handlers in the library/armory, so Treyess took one of those and I took my original one and we went our separate ways. I did discover something new--the matter handlers don't accept water, though I don't know why. Matter is matter, after all. By the end of the day, we had two more Warhomes. Treyess retreated into hers, and I stayed in mine. I don't think she liked me any more. She even called me "murderer" a couple of times. I told her, since Booze would be brought back to life, it wasn't REALLY murder. But she wouldn't listen. Oh well. I talked to Daptin that night and asked him if there was any point in weaving any more Warhomes. He said we might as well make two more--the folks coming with him could drive them back. He said he didn't like folks using matter from around the Center of his Land. So the next day, me and Treyess wove two more shiny new Warhomes, and left them on the shore. We didn't speak too much. The next few days, I didn't have much contact with Treyess. I did try out the submarine, the speedboat, and the motorcycle, though--all excellent. The submarine was especially nice. And I flew my biplane around a lot--but it brought back sour memories of the brief-but-happy time I had spent with Treyess back on Timber Serious. Oh well. Finally, after about four days Daptin arrived, along with Granticaine Perion and some woman, who turned out to be a goddess herself, from some weird place called Agoopish. Spanking New Sarah was her name. Her and Daptin have a thing going. Apparently, back when he was a nobody and she was all high and mighty, she had warmed to him. Now that he was head honcho, well, I don't know. They seem made for each other I guess. So they came to us, and Granticaine and Sarah stayed as Daptin set out back to where Booze's body lay. He said he wanted privacy while attempting his first resurrection. He came back a few hours later with Red Archer Booze, once again alive and well, wearing her original outfit. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----