LIAB Epilogue 20

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Turn Number:75 AW
Side's Turn:Night

Panel 1

Queen Jillian is sitting up in her bed in the city of Brookstone. The room is spartan, with a bed, desk, maps, chair and oil lamp for light. Duncan Scone is at the door, peering in.[edit]

"Queen?" came the knock.


Duncan Scone opened the office door and poked his head in. "Anything?"

Jillian sat up on her cot and turned the oil lamp's knob to brighten the room. "No." She rubbed her eyes. Her hat message to King Slately had been sent successfully, but there'd been no answer. Nor had she received a Thinkagram from Don or Charlie since they'd taken up quarters here in captured Brookstone. Now the moon was high in the sky. "I'm almost insulted. Am I gonna have to call them for my chewing outs? ...Chewings out? Whatever. I don't think so."

Duncan nodded. "You need anything before I bunk down?"

Jillian shook her head. "Prob'ly not, Chief. How are the prisoners?"

"Quiet. Even the one," he added, closing the door gently behind him. "G'night, Queen."


Panel 2

Queen Jillian is outside of Ansom's jail cell in the city of Brookstone. Both are lit from behind by an unseen light source. Ansom is still shackled, he's sitting slumped on the ground and leaning against the far wall; he looks bruised but defiant.[edit]

Brookstone lacked a dungeon. But it had a gaol, and that's where they'd put 'the one' tonight. Most of the rest of the prisoners were confined en masse to their megalogwiffs, but Ansom merited full iron shackles, and his own pair of guards.

"Duncan says you're behaving," said Jillian, looking at him through the bars.

He was sitting up on the floor, leaning against the brick pillar he was chained to, favoring her with his trademark look of disapproval.

"Did Spacerock fall?" he asked. "What of Mistress Wanda?"

Jillian strategically hung her lantern on a peg behind her, where it would shine on the prisoner but leave her in silhouette.

"Privileged information," she said. She wouldn't have answered, even if she knew.

He squinted up at her in silence. His face was dirty, and still bruised from the day's fighting. She wanted to throw her arms around him, but she could only grip at the black iron bars.

"It shouldn't be like this," she muttered.

"On that, at least, we can agree." He scratched his head and ran a hand through his filthy hair, his chains clinking musically.

"Why'd you have to croak? Huh? Why'd you have to charge in and croak?"

His lips parted and his brow wrinkled. He did not seem to know what to say.

"Fine, it's a stupid question," said Jillian.

"Well, it is."

"Yes! Fine!" she snapped.

They spent another few moments just listening to shrill crickets and breathing the latrine-stink of prison air.

"I am're expecting?" he asked.

She looked down. "I guess it's not a secret. Yeah. We're popping an heir. I had to. It was part of the whole Queen deal."

"How soon?"

Jillian shrugged. "Depends on when we get home. We've got a Turnamancer." Vanna had worked to accelerate the popping process in Faq, and could finish the job when they got home. "Soon."

"All to establish a new Royal line," said Ansom. "It seems misguided."

Jillian kicked the cell door. "You wanted it, you stuffed blouse! I told you being a Queen was the last thing I ever intended to do, and it broke your disbanded heart! Now here I am. Here's your Queen Jillian, Prince!"

She threw out her arms, to present herself. Her shadow fell upon his face.

After a moment, he shook his head, grimly.

"Go to dust!" spat Her Royal Queenliness. She snatched the lantern and retreated into the night.

External Link

For the illustrated audiobook of this comic, please follow this external link to youtube: Epilogue 20 - Jillian and Ansom