Day 4 - The Fouler Sex
As the sun began to rise in the eastern sky,
Princess Umarth rolled over in her bed, disturbed by a sound at the window. As her sleepy eyes adjusted to the morning light, she perceived a figure climbing down onto the floor of her chamber. It took a moment for her to recognise the intruder's face, but when she did, it was with a profound sense of shock.
"You? But what..."
Her question was cut short. Looking down,
Princess Umarth saw the shaft of a spear sticking out from her chest, where the intruder had thrust it. As the last, baffled thoughts raced through the mind of the dying Princess, her attacker lifted her clean off the ground and used the spear to suspend her on the bedroom wall. Leaving her there to slowly bleed to death, the killer climbed back out of the window, minded that there was another appointment to be met before breakfast.
At this exact moment, in a secluded corridor elsewhere in the Palace,
mgsmuhammed stood waiting. Well aware that his revelation the previous night would lead to certain death if this meeting did not go as planned, he felt a little uncomfortable. What if the cause of male emancipation was not the killer's motive? In that case, he might very soon find himself lacking those bodily features which distinguish his kind from the ruling caste of the Amazons.
Caught in this sobering reflection,
mgsmuhammed let his guard down for a few seconds. Long enough, it turned out, for someone to sneak up behind him and press a blade to his throat.
"So,
male, you dare to infiltrate the court of the Amazons. Are you aware of the punishment for such a crime?"
Taking a moment to compose himself,
mgsmuhammed replied in as clear a voice as he could manage:
"I have no regrets. The natural order has been upset, and if I die in the cause of redressing that wrong... Well, so be it!"
The blade pulled tighter against his windpipe, and
msgmuhammed was sure that his moment had come. But then, without warning, the knife was withdrawn, and the figure stepped out of the shadows, with a large grin on his face...
"That's all I needed to hear. Now, let's finish this!"
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A short while later, the remaining Princesses assembled in the Throne Room once more. In the wake of his revelations the previous night, it was assumed that
mgsmuhammed would quickly be tried and convicted, both for his obvious treachery in the death of Princess Caledorn, and for his being - horror of horrors - a
man.
Looking around at the others gathered there,
Princess landlubber seemed rather nervous as she inquired as to whether they had seen Princess Umarth that morning. With
Princesses ash88 and
Tegvtec remaining silent, her gaze settled on the smirking figure of
mgsmuhammed.
"What have you done, you monster?"
landlubber cried, advancing on the smug-faced male, and drawing a blade from beneath her robes. At the last minute, however, she turned away, and leapt towards a startled
Tegvtec, thrusting the blade straight into the Princess's throat. As the true nature of the situation finally dawned on
Princess ash88, she drew her own weapon and waved it towards her advancing foes...
"It's too late now" growled
landlubber, finally allowing his deep, masculine voice to ring out in its natural manner. "There is no stopping us. We men
will rule over the Amazons".
"The sisterhood will never accept a male ruler!" replied
ash88, defiantly. "You can't hide your true identities forever!"
"Ah, but we don't need to..." said
mgsmuhammed, who now held in his hands the War Club that had been used for the executions. "This experiment in democracy has shown how easy it is to manipulate you people to our own ends. All it requires is to put in place a simple voting system, and the sisterhood will do whatever we command of them. They'll be so enamoured of their newfound 'rights', that they won't even think to question who it is that's really pulling the strings. Now, let's get this over with. We've got a country to run..."
Game over. The Mafia have won a Total Victory
