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Long time, no post. LOL.

For your reading pleasure.

The Challenge Part 6 Sneak Peek

Thanks. I should be okay in a few minutes. I really want to lie down for a good half hour. My feet, my head hurt plus I got very little sleep last night. Grace thought it would be hoot to see if our exes were on Tinder or gaydar. Olivia sighs massaging her temple. She doesn't elaborate realizing she shouldn't have brought it up, the memory of the evening is still fresh and adding to her headache.

Picking up on Olivia's rather abrupt ending statement Fitz decides to push her for the hell of it. Anything bringing Pope to silence is definitely something he needs the 411 on. He stares at her waiting for her to take note he's expecting details.

What? She tries innocently.

Spill it Pope, you’re practically bursting at the seams to share. Besides, you wouldn't want me to accidentally say something inappropriate to one of the bridesmaids.

I haven't told you anything so how could you say anything inappropriate?

Power of suggestion Pope, you've mentioned Tinder, gaydar and bridesmaids in one sentence along with a change in your demeanor. My mind is racing Pope and my tongue is sure to follow.

You can't be serious. What are you a child with no filter or discretion who can't wait to repeat what he's heard the grownups say?

Yes, it's a habit I've never outgrown. Why just the other day I chatted with my frat brothers about bald headed females and ...

Fitzgerald, you did not! How could you? Hair salon discussions are sacred confidential communication. Did you learn nothing from hanging out with me? Fitz looks down at the floor, the look of shame covers his face. Olivia shakes her head in disgust.

Fitz starts to grin. Pope you are so easy. How is after all the time we've spent together you still can't tell when I'm pulling your leg.

Now look who’s turned the tables. I knew you were lying. Candace and Grace put the fear of angry black women in you. You'd have to be bat shit crazy to cross them.

Touché Pope. Candace promised to and I quote " blab what you hear here and I will kick your pasty white ass and make you eat your own shit through a straw".

Ouch, Olivia chagrined.

I was fine with everything she said except the pasty white ass part. I can't help it if my people fade. That was a low blow. Olivia cracks up.

Did you seriously just say fade.

What else would you call? Lighten, fade, diminish over time, wane, wash out, grow faint, vanish, dissolve, evaporate, lessen, go pasty.

You could always go to a tanning salon or buy the spray on stuff. Olivia offers between giggles.

Yeah great choices, increased risk of skin cancer or walk around with an orange tinge.

Sorry I can't relate.

You don't realize how lucky you are Pope.

Really, how so?

No fading, cracking or peeling.

What! She pops not sure she heard what he him correctly.

I'm serious. You don't have to worry about your tan slipping away day by day just because you change geographical location or the weather changes. At home in California I maintain a tan year round. Going to school out here by October I'm damn near porcelain". I peel with over exposure and don't get me started on the cracking.

Cracking?

Don't play dumb Pope, black people aren't the only ones to realize black don't crack. The sun is not a friend to white people even though we practically worship it. We have to slather on moisturizer and use sunscreen by six months of age or run the risk of wrinkles by eighteen and Botox by twenty-one. You think it goes unnoticed that most sixty-year-old black people don't have wrinkles?

Olivia has no words, she's astonish. Are you saying whites are jealous of the dark skinned?

Not jealous, highly envious is more accurate. The melanin in your skin is like a force field against the elements.

Olivia gathers her thoughts, she needs a minute for a snappy comeback.

Hope to post the update soon. Be on the lookout. Thanks for your support.

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Coming soon the next set of judgments.

Desert Princess Sneak Peek

What have you to say of Dalal’s confession? Choose carefully your next words for your chosen witness, the chest, can condemn you or vindicate you or do both. I suspect in arrogance you offered the chest without thinking of the other dark secrets dwelling within it”.

In his hast to condemn Mellie Mousef forgot they are of one fellowship. Service to Doyle is enough to earn immediate death among the independents. The chest assures his death and the deaths of his men, except for Hassan his newest recruit. Dalal’s cathartic confession guarantees a painful interrogation prior to a severed head. He is a spy for the man who destroyed villages, murdered innocent woman and children, pillaged with a bloodlust unknown among civil peoples. The discovery of his alliance with the man of a thousand evils excludes in possibility mercy. However, ever the conniver and being of the same haughty selfish spirit as Mellie, he employs her proven deception of choice, kindred sympathies capped with suspicion.

“Dalal speaks truth. My life and the lives of my men are in service to Doyle”. Balkul hisses and Hassan shakes his head, Mousef has thrown them under the proverbial ox cart.

A roar of murmurs goes through the crowd. The infidel Doyle left spies among the victors. His thirst for power and revenge will never be quenched. He vowed revenge in the final days of his defeat. Many thought his words the rantings of a defeated foe but it is clear the barbarian intends to make good on his threats.

“How did you come to know Mellie?

“She approached me at the inn with a letter from Sultan Doyle shortly after you arrived for breeding season four years ago.

“Liar! Mellie screams”.

“Silence, Fitz bellows. You will have your say in due course. Hold your tongue wretched ajooza for the next time you speak out of turn I will have your tongue cut out”. Mellie draws back fuming. Although Mousef is speaking the truth, Mellie wants to appear to be a recent agent of the Sultan not a day one conspirator. She forgets the letters in the chest prove confirm Mousef’s claims.

“There are letters in the chest from Doyle telling me to expect Mellie and to relay any information she gives to me immediately to him, along with letters from Mellie asking for the elixir”.

Mellie digs her nails into her palms breaking the skin drawing blood. If Fitz does not put this fool to death the Sultan will. He is weak with all of the craftiness of dullard. He could have said the letters were written by Dalal, that she tricked all of us, that she alone is a puppet of Doyle. The dead cannot refute the living. But no, he spits out the truth hoping to save his cowardly flesh at my expense. No matter, Mellie thinks as she tosses her head rolling her eyes. The morrow’s augury is inescapable. Playing the dolt will not change the outcome of doom waiting in ready for each of them. A sinister smile graces Mellie’s face as she ponders the absurdity of Mousef’s testimony. They are all going to die, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but by sunset on the eve of the new moon they will take their last breath.

Fitz says nothing, he merely stares at Mousef with palpable contempt. His penetrating gaze and blaring silence unnerves Mousef. The fear of not knowing whether Fitz is about to lunge forward and take off his head, or if the jondi are about to run him through from behind loosens Mousef’s lips. He decides to take a chance by seeking a bargain.

“Is there no middle ground to be had? Does not my revelation of Amira Mellie's falsity deserve no leniency?’”

Fitz does not say a word, he lets his silence intimidate Mousef. He needs Mousef to further implicate himself and reveal all the conspirators involved in Doyle’s plan of revenge.

“Does not being the property of a tyrant excuse my actions? What do you know of living with a sword at your throat sunrise to sunset? The eyes and ears of the tyrant have eyes and ears. You walk among your people unfettered, sure no misfortune will befall you. Yet I walk among man with unseen chains, among an unseen legion of loyal followers dedicated to their master’s cause. My daily toil is one born of fear not allegiance”.

“If your tale be true why has no one come to your aid or sought your demise to prevent you from revealing secrets. Where is this legion you speak of? Has not the dawn passed thrice since you have been here?”

“I am insignificant, not worthy of rescue. The legion will attack only when ordered”.

“I think you are a liar. I think you are exactly what Dalal claimed, an overseer craving greater power and position”.

Mousef starts to blubber and whine, swearing he never told Dalal to kill Olivia. Her job was simply to keep Mellie in line and gather information. Evil deed by evil deed he recounts what he did for Mellie, from the elixir to the rape of Quinn for a bloodcloth. He even confirms Dalal’s testimony about the snakes. He even squeals like a pig on Doyle’s activities to a point. He is careful not to disclose the full extent of the assignments he and his men carried out as Doyle’s henchmen.

Fitz finally speaks. “So, you admit you are a jasus for Sultan Doyle. You admit bringing the snakes to this tribe for purposes of committing murder and you admit giving Mellie the elixir knowing its’ purpose. And you admit to having Quinn’s innocence brutally taken”.

Mousef falls to his knees, he gathers sand in his hands and pours it over his head.

“Mercy”, he shouts.

“Can complete truth escape a corrupt soul such as yours? Has mercy ever been wielded by your murderous hands?”

“It is not I who is corrupt or the void of mercy. The ajooza you married has a stone heart, and a black soul. She is more cunning than a witch and deadlier than a serpent. She casts enchantments wherever she goes, blinding her prey to her true wickedness. Deception is her guise, deceiving us all with her honey coated words and the visage of an angel. My shortcomings are many, but partly of her devise”.

“So, it is your plea you bear no fault at all, for you were conscripted at one end and beguiled at the other?”

Na'am.

“Tell me most odious offender do I strike you a fool? Your woeful tale carries no sway. The chest of secrets will not prove you a victim but I am sure it will confirm you're a wretched despicable being.”

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