Old Fox and Bherek White

This is when the old fox bowed at Bherek White

There is always an 'oracle'

On their way to the palace, the group was distracted by the laughs and shouts of a crowd at a street corner. A gathering of lions, foxes, bears and many cubs, around an old fox sitting knitting at the foot of a disfigured statue.
“It’s that mad old fox of the temple of the moon!” said Vivus.
“A soothsayer?” asked Bherek but Vivus shook his head and made a path for his friends through the crowd, till they emerged right in front of the fox.
“Nobody believes him. He has started saying that the great lion has finally come!”
The soothsayer caught sight of the cubs and sprang to his feet.
“The Great Lion has come to see me!” he cried, and started dancing. To Bherek’s embarrassment, the fox bowed before him as low as his old frame permitted.
“Hail, O Emperor White!” he said, and clutched at the embarrassed cub’s arm before Bherek could escape. The fox brought forth a piece of dirty black metal from the recesses of his layers of rags and thrust it into Bherek’s hand. Nobody in the gathering noticed this; everybody had just laughed to see a cub being addressed as emperor.

Interactions of Gadhya Kraft with Shakun

An Ambitious Minister
Atop the tallest tower of the palace, another feline had a lot to brood upon, too. Gadhya Kraft, a thin and long firecat, the minister closest to the king. Her robes were green, and her cloak purple. She looked down upon the city and the wooded hills beyond with unseeing eyes. The woods were cleft in two by the river Swarole, a gleaming sword, its blade red in the twilight, reflecting dark trees and distant hills. Brightflies, butterflies that glow in the dark, thronged the window, a flickering curtain of little stars. The beauty of the scene made no impression on her; she was deep in her own dreams and plans.
“Your Excellency!”
“Shakun! You startled me!”
The cat who entered looked more a fox than a lion. Sneaking in as usual, with minimum noise, Shakun had chosen for himself the darkest corner of the room, next to the niche with the idol of Invinsa, the goddess of victory. The flickering flame of the lamp in the niche just revealed the edges of his hooded form in the shadows. He always dressed in black, and that helped to make him part of the darkness he hid in.
“Your Excellency waits impatiently for the time when you would be Your Majesty?”
Gadhya’s laugh echoed eerily on the stones. Disturbed bats flapped around the small room in all directions.
“Clever!” she said, “Very clever. I hope nobody else senses my secret ambition.”
““Fireflies are symbols of royalty, your excellency. They cover the window, but do not enter. If you were to ask one of those soothsaying foxes, he would say that you are very close to realizing your secret dream.”
“I care a nostril hair for such superstition. Now tell me, you cunning rascal, what should I do to speed up things? What do you propose?”
Shakun bowed. “Have Varumanius disposed off, Your Excellency.”
The firecat froze. The fading twilight had, by now, painted the sky red and the shadows purple. A bat brushed her cheek as it flapped out of the window, tearing a hole in the brightfly curtain. She shuddered.
“No, Shakun,” she said, “No! There’s no need for blood. Yet. He has but a few weak drops left in his aging body. The king will die any day. Issueless.” She turned to stare at Shakun, but he just stood there, silent.
“Issueless,” she continued, looking out of the window, “and I have been with him, all these years, aiding him in keeping his precious city intact, with minimal battles and numerous intrigues.” She clutched the sides of the window with drawn claws.
“I am as a daughter to him!” She turned on her heel and shook her fists at the idol.
“A daughter, O Goddess! But why doesn’t he see that? Why doesn’t the old fool make me the heir?” Her cry echoed off the stones but drew no reply from Invinsa. Or from Shakun. He had slipped out as noiselessly as the bats.
“He gives me power,” she said to the walls, “but he doesn’t grant me heirdom.”
“Heirdom,” echoed the stones, “heirdom!”

Wondercon 2010

Attended Wondercon this weekend, to be precise on April 3. Will post some pictures

Bherek turns 18

Bherek White turns 18 in the graphic novel of Book 1. His birthday was celebrated with a small group of people.

Bherek’s eighteenth birthday was celebrated at Prava’s insistence. Bherek did not like to be the centre of attention, showing off the new clothes Prava had made for him: A bright tunic of red with gold trim, black trousers and a new cloak of blue. She helped Bherek tie the cloak loosely around his neck. It was supposed to be a quiet birthday, with only the family and Bherek’s friends present, but Vivus made noise enough for ten guests.
“Ha, ha, Aunt Prava,” he said, “Bherek can tie the cloak by himself. You treat him like a child and make him blush!”
“There,” said Prava, patting Bherek on the shoulder, “that’s perfect. He’s always my child, Vivus, you brat, and so are you. Now go and finish the cake while I set the dinner table. Coming, husband?”
“Yes, my favourite wife,” said Rok as he followed her to the hall, and was rewarded by a playful slap on the cheek.
“A child?” said Vivus, “Bher bro, you are eighteen and an adult now! You also look it!”
“Hear, hear,” said Zanny while Brav laughed.
“Don’t laugh so heartily, Big Brother,” snickered Vivus, “You look like a married lion with ten cubs!”
Zanny blushed furiously and marched out to the garden, followed by Brav.
“That because you are so tall, Zan” said Brav.
“Let me go and help Aunt with the table,” said Bherek, but Vivus grasped his arm.
“Are you mad? This is your birthday.”
“But…”
“Come outside, let’s tease Zan a bit more.”

Prava had set the table with Rok’s help. Zanny’s mother had also come to help her with the cooking as some guards from the palace, like Thicker and Cabarone, were expected to bring their families to dinner.
“Now where are your palace friends, Titon Dear?” asked Prava, from the hall. Titon peeped out through the kitchen window.
“They will be here soon, Prava, but come here for a moment, will you?”
“What is it?”
“Look.”
Rok had been looking out at Bherek and friends outside. Zanny and Vivus were sitting on the wall, facing the road, while Brav and Bherek were in the garden.
“Hey, look at that one, Zan,” said Vivus.
A pretty spotard passed them on the street, fluttering her eyelashes in their direction, causing Vivus to nearly fall off the wall.
“That can be mine,” said Vivus, “now pick on one your size, Big Bro!”
“They are not fruits in a shop,” said Bherek, “for you to pick and choose. They are people, you know.”
“Ah, I am willing to be picked and chosen by them,” laughed Vivus, “but they don’t do that. They only speak with their eyes, the cunning charmers. What say, Big Bro?”
He poked Zanny’s side with his elbow, and Zanny smiled.
“Join us, Bherek and pick one for yourself,” he said, “Since it’s your birthday, you get to choose first.”
“You go ahead, friends,” laughed Bherek from the garden, “I need many more birthdays for that.”
“Hey, there’s an amazing lioness! She must be new here!” said Vivus.
“No,” said Zanny, “She’s from Riverside. Lives near my home.”

“Well,” said Rok from inside the house, “Our nephew isn’t interested in girls.”
“All in good time, husband of mine,’ replied Prava.

Later, after Rok’s friends had come and gone, Bherek’s friends said their goodbyes at the gate. They discussed their work and what was to become of them at the palace.
“Now that Uncle Titon is a Valiante, we stand greater chance of our strategies being put to practice.” Rok had been recently promoted to Valiante, general of the armed forces of Auris.
“Yes, Bher,” said Brav, “Uncle Rok treats you not like little cub.”
“Since our training is over, can you ask him about us joining the guards?” asked Zanny.
“But no need to hurry,” added Vivus, being with them only for fun and friendship, not to taste real battles!

But the promotion happened soon enough.