of the Twelve Galaxies Cluster. It
was a highly guarded secret and was still under testing for distances. The
doctor administered the stronger antidote in time, with only minutes left.
“The symptoms are
subsiding,” announced the doctor in his native Quewythian, “due to the superior
DNA and super metabolism of the king.”
The guards still
had Dvora, holding her by her arms. The chief prosecutor was waiting to see if
the antidote was on time or not and sees that it had been successful. He
immediately orders Dvora to be bound with wrist cuffs made of the second strongest
metal in the Twelve Galaxies Cluster, Kraoleum.
Kraoleum was
what was used in the building of spacecrafts until Platainium was discovered.
Platainium had not only strength, but was also light and seemed to have a
living property about it.
The Kraoleum wrist cuffs
were augmented with a tracking device and electromagnetic locks impossible to
break out of. The king had the strength of fifty men and even he could not
break them. An electric current flowed through the cuffs, which paralyzed the
hands, wrist and forearm. It was virtually painless, unless the wearer was to
struggle trying to break free or should attempt an escape. Then the electric
current automatic increased until someone shut it down. The greater or longer
the struggle, the stronger the current became. It was not strong enough to kill,
unless the prisoner kept struggling for more than an hour.
The door opened
and the head guard announced that they had apprehended Dvora’s daughters. They
had also wrist-cuffed them, but the king did not want to see them. He knew they
were only his stepdaughters and that they had no right to an inheritance of
power or riches, not being his own offspring.
Now that the
king had recovered from his ordeal with Klinaberry, and realized that it had
been added to his morning meal in his juice cup, he remembered the audial
visual and Dvora’s words about the sorceress. “I want the sorceress Caratrah Shadowfire
arrested and brought to the Hall of Justice right now.”
The king then ordered his
trusted house worker to playback the audial visual of the making of the morning
meal and every step that took place in the process. It came to the part where
the poison was added to the juice. The doctor, prosecutor, and the king saw
whom it was that Dvora used to poison him.
“Bring me the Chief Meal Preparer,”
shouted the king. A few cycles later he appeared with a guard at each side. The
meal preparer, Wutsam Tsupy, was trembling for fear.
“Why...W...what an honor to be brought
before the king,” he stammered. “What glorious event was it that prompted the
king to summon his number one food preparer? A birth moon or solar
anniversary?”
The king glowered at Wutsam while at the
same time gazing around the room. “I don’t need to be patronized. Just view
this audial visual of the preparation of my morning meal.”
Nothing more needed to be said. The two or
three witnesses confirmed the truth and Wutsam Tsupy was also wrist cuffed and
taken away to stand trial for attempted murder. The fact that the poison could
not kill the king, just leave him as a vegetable until he wore away after ten
more thousand years, was not enough to prevent the charge of high murder to be
submitted by the prosecutor.
Giving commands, Daxu Korth ordered Dvora
and her daughters also to be brought to the Hall of Justice. The trial took
place immediately, according to the law. Once accused criminals had been
arrested and charges brought against them, their trial would be held at once, no
matter what time of day or night.
The king would not preside as magistrate
according to the law, but the Supreme Magistrate Advocate would. Being a crime
against the king, the Commodore and his advisors, the king’s advisors, the
governor and mayor would be there as well as the chief Galactic Marshal. His
deputies swiftly found the sorceress and arrested her, bringing her