The Courier
Copyright 2008 by EC
EC's Erotic Fiction - /~caligula97030/

(warnings: erotic discipline, sex between adults, medical fetish, public nudity, 
rape)


Chapter 21 – A day of reckoning

Prime Minister Vladim Dukov did not have much time to contemplate the fate 
of the Royal Family. His cell phone went off while he was still in the throne 
room talking to the Priestess. When he checked the number he realized it was 
a call from an agent working for the Danubian Secret Police. The agent 
reported that eight foreigners suddenly had checked out the historic Water 
View Suites, Danúbikt Móskt’s only 5-star hotel. They had rushed to load 
their suitcases and briefcases into the back of a rented van, tossing several 50 
Euro notes at the bellhops before speeding off. Obviously the bellhops were 
happy about the overly-generous tips, but having the money thrown at them in 
such a manner was an insult in Danubian culture. If a person wants to give 
anything to another person in Danubia, the item is always handed to the 
recipient, never tossed. The bellhops commented about the insult to their 
supervisor, who happened to be a covert agent of the Secret Police.

Dukov called the Danubian Rural Patrol to see if any rural police officers had 
seen a van with eight passengers traveling north of Danúbikt Móskt. Sure 
enough, within a few minutes a cop at a checkpoint called back to respond 
that he had seen a vehicle matching the description headed north towards 
Danubia’s border. The main crossing was only about 50 minutes to the north 
if a vehicle drove along the main highway, but it was well-guarded. Dukov 
suspected the driver would turn off the main road, head east, and escape using 
one of several service roads that crossed the mountains forming the border 
along the country’s northernmost province. The province itself was covered 
with small farms, fruit orchards, and villages; all connected by a maze of 
unpaved roads and paths. If the vehicle managed to get into that area, finding 
it would be almost impossible, and there would be numerous escape routes 
from which the foreigners could choose. 

Fortunately for the Prime Minister, the Grand Duke liked motorcycles and had 
several expensive ones stored in the garage of the Royal Residence. Vladik 
and his partner knew how to ride, so they were able to get on the road 
immediately. They sped out of the Royal Compound, kicking up dust as they 
tore off towards the main road. With luck they would be able to catch up to 
the van before it got too deeply into the farming area. They entered the main 
highway and hit the gas. The motorcycles were expensive racing cycles and 
were able to move fast. Vladik knew they would be much less useful on dirt 
roads, but he hoped to intercept the van before it got off the paved area.

Vladik called for backup as he and his partner swerved around a moving 
obstacle course of trucks, buses, and farmers’ pickups. The two cops passed 
the checkpoint where the van was last seen and were joined by four Rural 
Patrol cops riding standard Ministry of Justice motorcycles. The six officers 
exited the main highway where the road turned east, confident about the 
Prime Minister’s guess that the van would leave the main road. If it had not 
turned, the customs officials at the crossing would be there to intercept it.

The road east led through some steep hills before descending into the flat farm 
country that lay beyond. Unlike the main highway, the farm road was 
completely deserted because it was Sunday morning. The six cops swerved 
along the curves as they climbed towards the summit of the ridge. Close to the 
summit they saw the van, but the occupants also saw them. A man with a 
semi-automatic weapon stood up through the sun-roof and fired at the police 
officers. One of the highway patrol officers took a shot in the shoulder and 
nearly wiped out. Vladik signaled for him to pull off and for one of the other 
patrol officers to stop to administer first aid. 

The remaining four cops fell back to allow a bend in the road to temporarily 
conceal them from the semi-automatic. They pulled out their revolvers and 
sped up, with the hope of shooting the van’s wheels before they had to fall 
back again. As soon as the van was in sight they emptied their pistols in 
unison, blowing out one of the rear tires and hitting the gas tank. A lucky shot 
also hit the man with the semi-automatic. He dropped the weapon and it fell 
tumbling onto the road. Vladik’s partner had to swerve to avoid it and nearly 
lost control of her motorcycle. 

As Vladik and his three remaining companions reloaded their weapons and 
closed in on the van for the third time, they noticed the trail of gasoline that 
was dribbling out of the hole in the tank. The van was kicking up sparks and 
swerving. Several more shots flew past them and they fell back. The cops 
realized that they no longer needed to stay within firing range of the vehicle 
because, without one of its rear tires, there was no chance it could travel much 
further. The pursuit, if there was to be one, would be on foot. The cops would 
stay just within sight of the van and wait for it to stop and the foreigners to 
flee. Then the officials would try to pin them down with small-arms fire and 
wait for back-up to arrive to make the arrest.

It turned out there would be no foot pursuit and no arrest. There was a flash as 
sparks from the bare wheel rim ignited the gas dribbling out of the tank. The 
driver lost control and the van spun off the side of the road, tumbling over and 
over as it rolled down the hill. The vehicle landed on its roof, crushing the 
occupants. As though to make sure the Mega-Town plotters were indeed dead, 
the gas tank exploded. 

Vladik knew there was no hope that anyone inside the van could have 
survived the wreck and the fire that followed. He still felt it was necessary to 
go down the hill, just to be absolutely sure no potential survivors had been 
thrown clear of the vehicle as it went off the road. He left his partner to stand 
guard over the motorcycles and with the two patrol officers started to descend 
into the ravine. Even where they were, the officers were able to feel the heat 
from the fire and smell the burning flesh of the crash victims. There were 
several secondary explosions, followed by a flash and a sudden increase of 
flames coming from within the wreck. Vladik suspected that the occupants 
were transporting several containers of extra gasoline, presumably to avoid 
having to stop for fuel. The additional gas added to the extreme heat of the fire 
and scorched the corpses.

The remains of the wreck burned hot for the next several minutes. Without 
any firefighting equipment, there was nothing the cops could do about the van. 
Anyhow, Vladik’s main concern was the injured Rural Patrol officer. He 
ordered his companions to mount their motorcycles and return to the spot 
where the injured cop had been left behind with the man treating him. Vladik 
tried to contact them using his radio, but the hills prevented transmission. He 
realized something important, that no radio traffic about the final moments of 
the chase had been overheard by Central Command. 

On their way back, Vladik’s partner retrieved the semi-automatic that had 
fallen during the shootout, and a few minutes later Vladik and the others 
rejoined the two patrol officers. The officer who had been shot had a serious 
injury, but it would not be life-threatening if the others could get him to a 
hospital within the next hour. That was not a problem, because there was a 
clinic just a few kilometers away, heading back in the direction of the main 
highway. The injured man gave Vladik a perfect justification to leave the 
crash site. Obviously the officer’s life was more important than the burning 
vehicle. Vladik took over one of the patrol motorcycles and ordered the others 
to strap the injured man to his back. 

The cops parked one of the Grand Duke’s motorcycles in the bushes before 
returning to the clinic they had passed on the way up. The clinic was open (in 
Danubia all medical clinics are public and must have at least one staff member 
on-duty at all times). There was yet more luck for the officers, because a 
group of surgeons had just finished another operation. The injured cop was 
safely in the operating room minutes after his companions brought him to the 
clinic.

Vladik realized that because of a unique set of circumstances there was 
absolutely no evidence that eight employees of Mega-Town Associates had 
just been killed a few kilometers up the road. The fire and multiple explosions 
had destroyed everything identifying who had been in the van, because the 
fire was so hot that it would even partially melt the metal parts of the vehicle. 
As the officers were waiting for news from the operating room, the corpses in 
the burning wreck were being cremated. Such heat also would incinerate any 
indication that the crash had been preceded by a shoot-out. The road had been 
deserted during the chase; not a single civilian had witnessed a white van with 
eight foreign passengers being pursued by six cops on motorcycles. The 
burning wreckage was not visible from the road unless someone stopped in 
the exact location where it went off the road and looked over the edge. The 
accompanying patrol officers had no clue who was in the van; they simply 
joined the chase because Vladik had radioed for assistance. 

As for the Mega-Town employees, they had entered Danubia using false 
passports, so there was no reason why anyone at the US or Brazilian 
embassies would inquire about missing citizens. According to official records 
the occupants of the van never entered Danubia, so there was no reason for the 
embassies to worry about their disappearance. They never existed in the first 
place.

While the operation on the injured cop was still going on, Vladik explained 
the situation and how he wanted the other officers to handle it. For national 
security purposes they were to stay silent about the van. They would let 
someone else discover the burnt wreckage. (It turned out the wreckage would 
not be discovered for several years. Two days after the crash a heavy 
rainstorm partially buried the remains of the van in mud and by the following 
summer it was overgrown with bushes and weeds.)

So, the chase never happened. If the three Rural Patrol officers agreed to stay 
silent about the incident, Vladik would personally assure they could put in for 
any assignment they wanted within the Danubian National Police and would 
be guaranteed to get it. As for the man who was injured, he would have the 
choice of taking any assignment he wanted or retiring with a full pension.

Vladik told the officers that the reason he did not want the story to get out was 
because he did not want Mega-Town to know what had happened to its 
employees. Let their disappearance remain a mystery, something upon which 
the company could waste its resources investigating in vain. The officers, all 
of whom hated Mega-Town, loved Vladik’s idea. He realized they would have 
gone along with it even without his promise about their assignments.

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Vladik and his partner returned to the Royal Residence mid-afternoon. They 
returned the Grand Duke’s motorcycles to the garage before seeking out the 
Prime Minister. Vladik described the chase to his father and explained that, as 
far as he knew, no one except himself, his partner, and four Rural Patrol 
Officers knew about the deaths of the Mega-Town employees. 

The crash had not been intentional, but it was extremely fortunate for the 
Prime Minister that it happened. Had the Mega-Town employees been 
captured, it would have been necessary to put them on trial and have them 
formally executed. The international scandal would have been horrendous, but 
the Danubian government would have had to stand its ground. The country 
was in a declared state of war with Mega-Town Associates and by law anyone 
working on behalf of the company was an enemy of the Danubian people. The 
struggle between the Danubian government and the Directorate of Mega-
Town was a fight to the death. Just as the executives of Mega-Town had 
sworn to destroy Danubia, the Danubians felt obligated to kill anyone from 
Mega-Town they could lay their hands on. 

Had the deaths from the chase been officially reported, that scandal would 
have been only slight less damaging than what would have resulted from a 
trial. Mega-Town would have launched a campaign to turn the eight men into 
martyrs, into innocent businessmen run down and murdered by the son of the 
brutal leader of a backwards and ignorant society that hated progress and 
economic freedom. The chance for such propaganda no longer existed, 
because the men had not been killed, they had mysteriously disappeared. 
Mega-Town would have to investigate privately, because to make an official 
declaration that eight of its employees had vanished in Danubia would open 
up a bunch of other questions the CEO’s would not want to answer. 

Dukov immediately realized what his son’s quick thinking had done for him 
and for the Danubian government. The Mega-Town plotters were dead, but 
their deaths happened in such a way that there would be no scandal at all. The 
plot to take over the country by corrupting the Royal Family had failed. It had 
failed in secret, which would spare the need to put Grand Duchess Anyia on 
trial for treason. 

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Only one other person directly involved in the plot was still at large, the other 
Lord who had been Anyia’s second confidant. Tracking down Lord Horskti 
turned out to be easy because he was part of the Grand Duke’s hiking party. A 
group of forest rangers went after the Grand Duke’s group with the 
instructions that the hikers were to be told that there was an emergency in the 
Royal Residence and they had to return immediately. As soon as they were 
within sight of the national forest parking lot, the group realized that 
something was wrong indeed. They were surrounded my uniformed National 
Police officers and ordered to get into separate vehicles. The Grand Duke was 
detained by the Minister of Justice.

The Grand Duke was treated as civilly as possible, but the Minister of Justice 
informed him that the Grand Duchess was facing a series of serious charges 
related to the abuse of her servants. The Duke angrily inquired:

“And just who had the audacity to make such accusations against my wife?”

“Grand Duke, the charges were brought against her by your father-in-law and 
by Grand Prophet # 4. This was not something that was considered lightly. 
You will understand that your father-in-law had to move against the Grand 
Duchess, and if you have been listening to the council of her and her advisors, 
I believe you clearly understand why action had to be taken.”

The Grand Duke said nothing more. 

When the police convoy arrived at the Royal Residence, the Grand Duke 
noticed that in the courtyard Anyia’s pillory and whipping post had been taken 
down and the holes already filled with small trees. No Royal Servants were in 
sight, nor were any uniformed staff members on the grounds except for two 
gardeners. The Grand Duke inquired about his wife, obviously concerned 
about her well-being. One of his escorts responded that she was being held in 
a guest room and watched over by her mother. Meanwhile, he was taken 
upstairs and ordered to remain in the Royal Bedroom. When he picked up the 
phone he discovered it had been disconnected. The television and radio were 
missing, as was the modem on his computer. He realized he now was a 
prisoner. 

Lord Horskti did not fare as well as the Grand Duke. Uniformed National 
Police Officers took him to the basement and locked him in a holding cell. To 
his horror he realized that, not only was his fellow conspirator being held in a 
separate cell, but the men watching them were deputized Royal Guards. The 
Royal Guards had switched sides and now were cooperating with the Prime 
Minister. So… that was it… a plot that was supposed to have taken over an 
entire country was reduced to four people being held prisoner in the Royal 
Residence.

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The Prime Minster took over a small reception room, accompanied by the 
Minister of Justice, the Priestess who had helped him set up the operation in 
the first place, and Grand Prophet # 4. He had four interviews to conduct and 
four cases to address. The most difficult, the case against his own daughter, he 
would save until the end.

The first interview was with the Lord that had been tormenting Maria Elena. 
The official tried to appear indignant that his rights as a member of the 
nobility had been violated, but the Grand Prophet quickly shut him up.

“Lord Vidmarkt, you wish to tell us that your privileges as a nobleman 
supersede those of a Grand Prophet? Do you really think you have the 
authority to silence the Danubian Church? This Priestess has acted on my 
behalf. Everything she has done has been with my blessing. If you wish to 
criticize or threaten her, please direct such comments to me.”

The Priestess read Criminal 101025’s confession and statement in its entirety. 
She followed with a written statement that she had prepared describing what 
she had seen the moment the door opened and Maria Elena was rescued. 
Finally she asked:

“Lord Vidmarkt, I am curious about one thing. What was the purpose of 
making Criminal # 101025 bark like a dog? In what way was that intended to 
improve her service to the Grand Duchess?”

“I did that because it was my right as a Lord, Priestess. That criminal was 
handed over to me for my benefit, and I treated her in a manner that brought 
pleasure to me.”

The Minster of Justice spoke next:

“In trial we will determine whether or not abusing the Grand Duchess’s 
servants was indeed your right. The statements of your actions against your 
servants will be presented, in detail, for the nation to consider. If you wish, 
make the case that your actions were not dishonorable. I will request that your 
wife and your children present themselves at your trial so they can listen to a 
full accounting of your behavior and your actions, and they can determine 
whether or not you acted with honor. You will also understand that we will 
hold your heirs financially responsible for any psychological counseling the 
servants might need. You will understand that such services are costly, so I 
might suggest you liquidate all your properties and investments and have the 
cash available to compensate the Ministry. You will serve the pig, your family 
name will be held in disgrace because of what you did, and your heirs will 
face impoverishment. The results of your case will destroy not only you, but 
your family. The impoverishment of your heirs and the dishonoring of your 
ancestors will be the legacy your actions will leave behind.”

It was at that moment Lord Vidmarkt realized how hopeless his situation truly 
was. He had squandered not only his life, but also the lives of his descendants 
and his ancestors. Serving the pig… a Life without Honor… that was only the 
beginning of the destruction he had brought upon himself and those around 
him.

The deputized Royal Guards took the Lord back to the holding cell and left 
him alone while the other Lord faced a similar depressing interview. The two 
men sat in their respective cells with no hope, in the depths of despair that 
they had brought upon themselves.

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The next person that Dukov had to deal with was the Grand Duke. The ruler 
was escorted downstairs by Vladik and the Minister of Justice to the same 
sitting room where the two Lords had been interviewed. Dukov was not sure 
how to handle the Grand Duke; he would have to determine how much he 
knew about the Mega-Town plot.

The Prime Minister was surprised that the Grand Duke’s main concern was 
not preserving his title, but the honor of his wife. He had heard that Anyia had 
been whipped by her mother and was incensed that Anyia, the Grand Duchess 
of Danubia, could have been treated in such a disrespectful manner. Dukov 
stopped him.

“You will understand that to you, Anyia is the Grand Duchess. To me and to 
my wife, she is nothing but our daughter. She was our daughter before she met 
you, and in our eyes she remains our daughter. As such, I am aware of some 
weaknesses in her character, weaknesses that I believe you failed to notice. If 
you wish to remain married to her, you must come to terms with those 
weaknesses and assist her to overcome them. I love my daughter, just as you 
love your wife, but I am able to look at her clearly and see her for what she is. 
You must look at her as well, and understand the great harm that she has 
committed against this country, and the harm she has done to both of us.”

Grand Prophet # 4 questioned the Grand Duke about his wife’s activities and 
how much he knew about the abuse of her servants. He turned out to be fairly 
honest and was willing to recount various incidents that involved Anyia and 
Royal Servants. Dukov’s assessment of him was accurate, that he was nothing 
but a dilettante. Mentally he was lazy and had no desire to confront the much 
more strongly-willed Duchess. It wasn’t just that he loved her and wanted her 
to be happy. He knew what she was doing was wrong, but justified his 
inaction by hoping Anyia’s treatment of the servants was a phase that would 
calm down once she became pregnant or had some other event in her life to 
distract her. The weeks and months passed by and the Grand Duke decided to 
ignore the problem instead of addressing it. He left the house more frequently 
so he did not have to deal with what was going on, taking with him his 
favorite servants so they would not fall victim to Anyia’s temper tantrums. He 
treated his own servants well and became close to them, but ignored what was 
happening to the others.

Over the past year Anyia’s influence over him and his ability to make 
decisions had increased because he was more concerned about his leisure 
activities than anything else. He vaguely realized what she was plotting but, as 
always, he procrastinated trying to deal with her. Over time Anyia began to 
convince him that he was indeed the person in Danubia most fit to make 
decisions because of the family history. Towards the end of the interview he 
admitted that at some point it was likely that Anyia would have persuaded him 
to dissolve Parliament. He would have committed such a rash action just to 
please her, barely paying attention to the consequences of what she and her 
advisors had planned.

During the interview, Dukov realized that his son-in-law was totally unaware 
that Anyia’s advisors were actually consulting with employees from Mega-
Town Associates. He seemed genuinely horrified when he found out that 
Mega-Town was ultimately behind the Lords who had influenced the Grand 
Duchess.

Vladim Dukov felt that the Grand Duke should have been prosecuted for 
negligence and dereliction of duty. He had not willfully committed treason, 
but he was too apathetic and disinterested to concern himself with where his 
wife and her advisors wanted to take Danubia. Dukov commented:

“As Grand Duke, your duties aren’t onerous, but the Danubian people do 
expect you to love your country. Your father understood what it was to love 
Danubia, which is why he’s now dead. As Prime Minister and as your father-
in-law, I don’t think I’m asking much, but I am asking you to use what the 
Creator has granted you for the benefit of the Danubian citizenry. I believe 
that by ignoring what Anyia was doing in your house, you neglected your duty 
to your servants, and you neglected your duty to our nation.” 


“That is true, Prime Minister. I will not argue with you because I was indeed 
negligent. If you wish to say that against me in public, I won’t dispute it.”

Dukov changed the subject:

“Grand Duke, I’d like to ask you how much you love my daughter.”

“I love her, Prime Minister.”

“Do you love her enough to sacrifice for her?”

“Yes. I think that was part of my problem. I was willing to sacrifice for her. I 
still am.”

“I love my daughter as well, but I have come to understand that she is 
untrustworthy. To be honest, she is also rash and stupid. I am concerned that 
she may commit some idiotic act in the future. I am determined that will not 
happen, and I am determined to place you and your household beyond politics. 
Your family and your heirs will remain an institution that is dedicated to 
linking Danubia’s present to its past. My wish is to spare the Royal Family 
from scandal, because I believe such scandal would harm the Danubian people. 
However, if I am to spare your household from scandal, I will need to make 
changes in the constitution to protect your legacy.”

Dukov handed the Grand Duke the same typewritten copy of the Danubian 
Constitution he had shown Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna. To his surprise, the 
Duke looked over the document and agreed that the changes were acceptable. 
He commented:

“If the Grand Duchess ever nags at me again about dismissing Parliament, I 
can just shrug my shoulders and tell her that clause was deleted. That’ll make 
my life easier…”

Dukov said nothing, but inwardly felt disgust that the man sitting in front of 
him was his son-in-law. It seemed that everything the Grand Duke did was 
motivated by laziness. He even was willing to sign away his family’s 
traditional powers if it meant he did not have to argue with Anyia. Oh well… 
at least in this situation this dilettante’s laziness will work to my benefit, 
Dukov thought to himself… 

The Grand Duke concluded:

“I will go along with your changes, Prime Minister, but under a condition. I 
will not allow any harm to come to the Grand Duchess. I do not want her put 
on trial or in any other way humiliated.”

“Grand Duke, the Church will determine what is best for the Grand Duchess. I 
have failed to temper my daughter’s weaknesses, and you have failed as well. 
We must accept the will of the Creator. Anyia must set aside the vices she has 
nurtured up to now and learn to assume a life of humble service. If she accepts 
the life the Church is planning to offer her, she will not face humiliation. If 
you love your wife and wish to spare her any further difficulties and anguish, 
you would serve her by convincing her that she needs to listen and obey when 
the Priestess speaks to her.”

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Later that afternoon, Vladim Dukov went into the basement alone. The 
deputized Royal Guards opened up the cell where the Lord who had 
tormented Maria Elena was being kept. The guard closed the door behind him. 
The Lord stood up and saluted. Dukov did not return the salute.

“Lord Vidmarkt, it is unbecoming of you to salute a man whose daughter you 
corrupted, whose son-in-law you attempted to turn into a tool of the Destroyer, 
whose household you have ruined, and whose life you sought to destroy. To 
salute me is inappropriate, because you are my enemy.”

“Very well, Prime Minister. Have it your way. We are enemies.”

“The decision for us to become enemies was yours, Lord, not mine.”

Dukov shrugged and continued:

“Anyhow, you will be interested to know that earlier today; three Americans, 
a German, and four Brazilians failed in their effort to leave the Danubian 
Republic. A piece of news that I thought I’d share with you. Fascinating, is 
that not so?”

The Lord went pale.

“W… why would I care? Foreigners… they come and go… and…”

“True… foreigners come and go… almost all, but not all, are innocent 
tourists… a few… like the eight I mentioned, have other things on their mind 
than simply seeing the country, is that not so?” 

“Maybe that is so, but… in the end… you can’t win, Prime Minister. You are 
doing a disservice to the people of this country by fooling them that it is 
possible to fight against Mega-Town. They are the new reality. Mega-Town 
Associates is the future. It is foolish to fight the future. The planet will belong 
to them, and sooner or later their holdings will include Danubia.”

“I am proud to be a fool then, because I will fight. I know what I want for the 
future of Danubia, and that future does not include Mega-Town. Anyhow, I’m 
not here to debate the future of Danubia with you. I am here to see if I might 
assist your family.”  


“Assist them? My family? And just how are you going to assist them?”

Dukov pulled out a small bottle of water from his pocket and a plastic cup. He 
also pulled out a small plastic box containing five pills. He set the items on the 
table.

“A dead man cannot be put on trial, Lord Vidmarkt. I am giving you the 
opportunity to spare your family from the consequences of what you have 
done. You will understand that I am doing this for your family, not for you.”

“And for your daughter, undoubtedly.”

“Very true, but in your situation I wouldn’t worry about that. I would worry 
about your children. I would worry about how the world remembers your 
ancestors.”

Dukov turned away and exited the room.

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During the final hour of his existence in the Realm of the Living, Lord 
Vidmarkt quietly stared at the water and the pills that would separate his soul 
from his body. The Danubians do not have any strong social taboos against 
suicide; if a person’s situation is unbearable or threatens the honor of loved 
ones; then suicide is considered a reasonable choice. In the case of someone 
like the Lord, to attempt to go on living would not have made any sense.

Finally, after contemplating the futility of everything that he had done with his 
life, Lord Vidmarkt worked up the courage to do what was needed to spare his 
family humiliation and impoverishment. He unscrewed the bottle and filled 
the cup. He took the pills one at a time, following each with several sips of 
water. He took a few more sips to make sure the pills were completely washed 
down. He lay on the bed, already feeling deliciously relaxed. A few minutes 
later he was deeply asleep, as his soul began its journey into the Realm of the 
Dead.

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The sun already was low in the horizon when Vladik ordered the Royal 
Guards to go to the basement and retrieve two bodies. The guards dressed the 
bodies in black burial robes that were used exclusively by members of the 
nobility before moving them upstairs. They lay in main reception hall, 
awaiting transportation to their respective families. An envelope containing a 
death certificate was lying on top of each corpse. One of the corpses also had 
a suicide note to his family that read:

I have lived the last three years of my life in dishonor. Today the Creator 
confronted me with the consequences of my actions. Instead of continuing to 
dishonor and harm those around me, I have chosen to separate my soul from 
my body. Because of the final decision I have taken during this life, you will 
be spared knowing about the evils I committed and the consequences that you 
would have suffered as the result of what I did. I regret that I will never see 
you again. You were a gift from the Creator that I did not appreciate until it 
was too late.

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While Cecilia slept on a bed in the infirmary, Maria Elena nervously waited 
for the final order to leave the Royal Residence. That wait was briefly 
interrupted when Kim sent in a Ministry of Justice doctor to examine Criminal 
# 101025. The exam was a typical post-rape examination. The doctor 
impassively looked at the sores and abrasions on the Colombian’s vagina, then 
rubbed antiseptic cream into her sphincter. As soon as the cream was covering 
her bottom, the burning stopped. He gave her a rectal exam, but was gentle 
with his finger. He commented that she had been roughly treated, but that her 
pain was just from bruising. At the end of the appointment he gave her a bottle 
of antibiotics and told her that she should completely recover within a couple 
of days. 

The doctor took a look at Cecilia and ordered Maria Elena to wake her up. 
Neither woman had noticed, but Cecilia’s feet were in bad shape from the 
walk the night before. She did not have time to become used to being barefoot 
for long distances and was suffering from the results of 12 hours of non-stop 
walking unprotected on pavement and dirt. As a result her feet were dirty, the 
skin had worn off, and the soles were covered with broken blisters. 

The doctor ordered Maria Elena to fill a large medical basin with water and 
dumped in a bottle of disinfectant. He handed her a sponge and a towel and 
told her to clean off her translator’s feet. Cecilia winced as her housemate 
rinsed the dirt out of her blisters and covered them with bandages. Maria 
Elena decided to completely wrap Cecilia’s injured feet, hoping the Priestess 
would not object to bandages that would serve as temporary footwear. 

The doctor departed and Cecilia went back to sleep. Maria Elena once again 
was left alone. She was desperately tired, but did not dare go to sleep out of 
fear that her translator might disappear the moment her eyes closed. Once 
again she sat on Cecilia’s bed, determined that the moment her translator left 
the room, she would go with her.

It was dinnertime before Spokeswoman Kimberly Lee-Dolkivna finally had 
time to get Director Sanchez and Criminal # 101025 out of the infirmary. 
Vladik’s partner pulled up to the main door in a police van, ready to take 
Cecilia and Maria Elena to Victor Dukov’s house. Kim pointed to the front 
and told Cecilia to help Criminal # 101025 to the door. However, Maria Elena 
turned out to be the one helping Cecilia, as she walked gingerly on her 
bandages. When the Priestess saw Cecilia painfully limping out of the 
infirmary with her feet covered, she held her tongue, realizing that she already 
had put the poor penitent through a lot.

Maria Elena was desperate to get out of the Royal Residence, but before she 
and Cecilia got to the door she saw something that stopped her dead in her 
tracks. Near the entrance, positioned to be taken out, were the bodies of the 
two Lords that had been the assistants for the Grand Duchess. Just one day 
before, they were destined to become the next rulers of the Danubian Republic, 
but now they were lying dead. Maria Elena held her breath, unable to believe 
what she was seeing.

“Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna… did… they… I mean… were they… 
executed?”

“No, not executed. They would have had to go on trial to be executed. They 
committed suicide. They knew their ambitions had been thwarted; they knew 
that their lives had no further purpose, so they killed themselves. You need to 
understand that as well, Criminal # 101025. It’s over. Everything that went on 
in this house, everything that you saw and experienced, stopped today.”

Maria Elena trembled as she approached the grayish face of the man who had 
tormented her. Still not believing what she was seeing, she raised her hand… 

“Touch him, if you want. He’s nothing but an inanimate object. Nothing but a 
thing. That’s all that’s left. Touch him so that you can be satisfied, in your 
own heart, that his existence has ceased.”

Maria Elena pushed her fingertips against the corpse. It already had started to 
cool and felt… different. She quickly drew back her hand.

“There’s your proof your torment has ended and your task here is completed, 
Criminal # 101025. Not pleasant to look at, but this is the last time you’ll ever 
see him.”

Kim pointed at the waiting van.

“That’s it, time to go home. I’ll call Victor to let him know you’re on your 
way. I’ll see you tomorrow in my office at 7:30. We’ve got the court hearing 
at 8:00.”

Cecilia and Maria Elena then knelt so the Spokeswoman could dismiss them.

“Good night, Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna, may the Ancients protect you.”

“Good night Cecilia Sanchez and Criminal # 101025. May the Creator guide 
you and protect you on your journey.”

Director Cecilia Sanchez and Criminal # 101025 exited the Royal Residence 
and boarded the waiting police van. The van pulled away from the Royal 
Compound, passed through the gate, and drove along a dark road for several 
kilometers. The driver turned onto the main road, which was largely deserted 
because it was Sunday night. A couple of minutes later Maria Elena saw 
something that raised her spirits considerably, a sign that read:

Danúbikt Móskt – nád 22 km.

That sign, more than anything else, assured her that she was indeed going 
home.