within two phases you will fall into a catatonic state.” “But I can’t go to sleep for two nights,” replies Daxu Korth, slightly delirious, using the earth English language term for two phases. “Where is Dvora? I sent for her,” the king muttered. Daxu Korth lived in the Citadel from which he ruled the Twelve Galaxies. It was a virtual city in itself in the mountains outside of Cassiopeia’s capital city of Shovaya, but considerably smaller covering an area equal to five thousand acres on earth. The Citadel guards stood their ground. Twelve of them surrounded the inside of the room and twenty-four more were standing outside in the hallway. Fifty more guards surrounded the house. “What has happened, my veki?” Dvora enters the room running up to the king, who looks at her with suspicion. “As if you didn’t know,” he mutters, now gaining a little strength from knowing the woman who wanted him dead was there, and he would have justice. “What are you talking about?” Dvora giggles as if she had no idea whatsoever. The king then asks for his prosecuting director, who had Dvora’s mountain villa bugged and hidden surveillance cameras installed. The bugs that recorded all conversations were so tiny they could go unnoticed even if they were in plain eyesight. The cameras had been placed in every corner of the ceilings and were transparent, the size of a pinhole. The king asked the prosecutor to turn on the device just above the king’s mantle; on top of his fireplace. “Dvora,” mumbles the king, “I’ve been having your villa monitored for the past twenty cycles. Yes, believe it or not, our planet has circled the twin suns twenty times already. Time comes and is gone, and soon too.” That’s when my agents discovered it in the Rocky Verutian Mountains.” Dvora’s face dropped in astonishment and shame. Her eyes widened in fear as she heard her husband reveal the truth; that he had been spying on her for the past twenty years. “Let’s see if you conducted any secret meetings there recently.”
A screen that covered the entire wall above the fireplace mantle was activated by the prosecutor’s voice. He then fast forwarded the audial visual and set it to stop whenever there was a conversation. When he played it back, the king saw the faces of Dvora and all of his stepdaughters and also heard their devious plans. He was weakening even more now, but managed to sit up, being helped to his chair by two maidens; house servants. Dvora just stood there, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for a way to escape. The king turned to the guards. “I want six of you to go and fetch my stepdaughters, all seven of them. Find them wherever they are.” “No,” cried Dvora, “You mustn’t bring them here. It was all a misunderstanding, my veki.” “My ears did not misunderstand what I heard with my eyes and saw with my ears,” seethed the king. “You know our law. The eyes and ears of two or more together are enough of a witness to condemn you. Guards, seize her.” Dvora hoped and prayed to the Goddess of Darkness Velrshenah that the king would keel over and slip into unconsciousness before the stronger antidote arrived. That would eradicate the charges brought against her by her husband. She as the reigning monarch had legal immunity. She could not be charged with any crimes as long as she reigned and neither could her birth offspring. The king also knew this of course, and so did the doctor. Physician Ochacia rushed the order to make the stronger antidote and ordered it transported by Quantum Action. It arrived instantaneously. Quantum Action did not work on living things as of yet, but the king had brought all of the best scientists in the Twelve Galaxies Cluster to the royal Citadel laboratories two thousand years before to improve it. Quantum Action had come into use for emergency situations only. The king made it a law confirmed by the Royal Council