Ascendants of Ancients Sovereign - By Phillip Jones Page 0,212

by the king’s treasurer for the expense of the other abode.”

Neither Sam, BJ, nor the girls, could believe their good fortune, but they waited until they were back in their quarters before they discussed it.

Shalee was the first to speak. “Did you see the size of that place? Me-oh-my, that wasn’t anything like I’ve ever imagined living in back on Earth, but I think I can work with it.” She looked at Sam. “I never thought that I would live like Lady Guinevere.”

Sam smiled. “At least we’re going to have servants. I wouldn’t want to clean the place. I bet it’s at least 600,000 square feet.”

BJ cut in. “What are square feet?”

Sam took a step back. “It’s a unit of measure. Half a pace this way, half a pace that way equals a square pace, or rather, a square foot ... more or less. Does that make sense? Why ... how do you measure the size of a building?”

“We measure structures in bids. A bid is one pace squared.”

Sam extended his arms in front of himself and held his hands approximately three feet apart. “Is this anywhere close to what a pace might be?”

BJ studied the distance between Sam’s hands. “I would say that’s about right.”

Sam looked at Shalee. “So their bid is about three feet squared or a square yard.”

Shalee grinned. “I already know that. Helga covered that with me Peaks ago.” She turned to the older sorceress and threw up her right hand. “Give it to me high.”

The older sorceress responded with a proper amount of attitude. “You go, girl!” she responded as she slapped Shalee a sassy high-five.

BJ looked at the women. “What on Grayham is all that nonsense about?” He focused on Helga. “You’ve been acting silly lately.” He turned to Shalee. “You’ve taught her too much of this Earth nonsense of yours. I don’t even recognize her anymore.”

“Oh, lighten up, you old fart,” the 247-season-old woman said with a chuckle. “Shalee has only taught me a few of her ways. There are plenty more I’d like to learn. Besides, I think they’re fun. You’re gonna have to love them along with me.” She leaned toward BJ and purred in his ear, “You just wait until I explain the phrase, ‘baby got back.’”

Shalee and Helga laughed and gave each other another high-five.

Sam looked at BJ and rolled his eyes. “The women from Earth often acted a little off-in-the-head. Don’t even try to figure them out. It’s impossible. They really come from a planet called Venus.”

When Shalee heard Sam’s snide remark, she gave her lover an evil grin and lifted Precious into the air. “Let the games begin!” she announced as she began to stalk Sam.

Sam had played this game before, and he knew what was coming next as he turned to run.

Shalee gave chase, sending tiny, electric shocks from the tip of her staff into Sam’s buttocks. Moment after moment, the macho fighter jumped into the air and screamed like a girl. “I love you, baby … ouch! I love you, baby … ouch! I love you, baby … ouch!”

Even BJ had to laugh.

The next Peak, Sam woke early, kissed his beautiful sorceress, and said goodbye. On his way out, he assured BJ that once he could do something about the situation, he would create a place of importance for his mentor at his side in the army.

Sam went to the castle dining hall to wait with the other officers for the breakfast meeting to begin. When the king and Justin Graywind entered, they greeted the gathering and thanked everyone for coming. The king had adopted Sam’s custom. He shook everyone’s hand before he changed the tone of the meeting.

Sam could see the hint of pain on Keldwin’s face as he spoke. The effect of the disease was beginning to set in.

“I have called you here to discuss matters of great importance.” The king moved around the long table as he continued. “Change is coming. Each of you will...” The king continued to elaborate on all the decisions that had been made.

The officers focused on their king as he spoke. They totaled 11 men, and each led a legion of their own. Michael was also present. He was the army’s current second in command, and the legion leaders reported directly to him, and in turn, he reported to the general.

Michael was a strong man, but he was not as large as Justin Graywind. He kept his hair short and tight against the sides of his head,