SUENIK THE BELEAGUERED
CHAPTER 86 - The Final Chapter
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"Ok - here we go. The real reason you're sitting talking to me..."
"Come on! Tell me! I'm fit to burst!"
"Fit to burst you say? Hmmm. Maybe I could arrange some sessions with Mr Spaniellodger and then you'd really know what that term means."
"Sorry, I'm just - you know - impatient."
"Oh I'm very aware of that. I know everyone's sins, remember? I'm kind of like Santa Claus in that sense."
"Santa who? Is he some Iberian saint?"
"No - he's a commercial, American bastardisation of Christian principles."
"American? Don't you mean Aremenian? And if you do, I don't seem to remember us ever thinking up something like that. Although, saying that Krikor I may have, and if he did, Bagrat I probably removed it from the history books. After all, the whole Krikor business was a bit embar..."
"Are you finished?"
"Yes. Sorry. Just a bit nervous that's all."
"So you should be. The reason you're here is because you've offended God."
"WHAT?!?!?"
"That's what it says here."
"I've offended God? How? By killing the Pope?"
"Popes. Plural."
"But I thought you said that wasn't the reason I'm here!"
"It's not."
"But you just said I had offended God by killing His Popes."
"No I didn't. I merely corrected you when you said you'd only killed one Pope. I didn't say anything about that being the reason God had inflicted you upon me."
"So that's not the reason I'm here?"
"No. Look; let me break it down for you. Why do Kings and Emperors rule?"
"Simple - they have a divine right to do so!"
"Exactly. They have a mandate from The Most High to rule on earth. Now, why is suicide a sin?"
"Er? What? I didn't kill myself did I?"
"No. Just answer the question."
"Suicide is a sin because God gave you life and it is not yours to extinguish. Look. I really don't see what this...ah..."
"Penny dropped?"
"Er...kind of. You mentioned earlier that I was the Count of Suenik, didn't you?"
"That I did."
"And I wasn't deposed in a violent uprising?"
"Nope."
"And no foreign army cast me from my throne?"
"There was no power in place that could even begin to challenge Greater Suenik's power."
"Ah."
"Indeed."
"I gave away all of my titles didn't I?"
"Bingo."
"And because of the Divine Right to rule this really peeved God?"
"Yup."
"Would it help if I said I wasn't of sound mind and I'm really sorry for what I did?"
"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to consider just how sorry you are over the ensuing epochs."
"Why did I do it?"
"Why? Apparently you wanted a 'quiet' life and wanted to 'go back to basics'."
"Really? Wow. Simply wow. I'm screwed aren't it?"
"I prefer to use the term 'in for a world of spiritual rehabilitation'."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"One question - who did I give the titles to?"
"Remember your wife?"
"Vaguely."
"Your cunning wife that also used to be your spy master before you replaced her with some bimbling idiot with a bad hair cut?"
"Ah. Yes. I do. She was following a fine Suenikian tradition wasn't she?"
"You bet - I've got dibs on her should she ever end up down here. She was the one that fostered your desire for a quiet life."
"Damn. I must have been REALLY out of it."
"Well, she convinced you that after killing every Pope in sight that you had done God's work and deserved a rest. That you could relax as Count of Suenik and be lauded as a hero for the rest of your days without having to concern yourself with the onerous duties of state."
"And that's it? That's how I ended up here?"
"Well, there was the small matter of the assassins that she sent to your bedchamber, and the army that she was sending to Suenik, but yeah - that was largely it."
"Ouch. That's really bad."
"Yeah - sucks to be you."
"Actually, one question - what about my son? Surely he would take over in my stead? Surely even now he is plotting a war of revenge against that wretched harridan that I married?"
"Well, he tried."
"Tried?"
"Yeah - Suenik is now a backwater province of the Holy Roman Empress' domain, that's ruled over by some relative of the King of Nubia."
"Really?"
"R E A L L Y."
"Oh."
"Oh indeed. Anyway, that's our little chat over. I'll let Belial take you to the Pit of Lamentable Ignorance where your rehabilitation will begin. All that is left is for me to wish you all the best and to let you know that I sincerely hope you learn something from your time here."
"But...but...I was the head of great dynasty! A dynasty that rose from nothing to greatness!"
"...and which has nosedived back into nothingness. The irony, eh? Belial - once you've finished with Mr Gardman-Aghbania here can you send in Mira? There's a certain self-styled Holy Roman Empress I'd like her to keep an eye on. Suenikian women always have such a flair for the creative. Shame the same couldn't be said of their men."
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