Something from a little adventure serial I want to start in the Writer's Forum on the side:
The Baron and I were led through the opulent palace as concubines and eunuchs murmured around us. Finally, we arrived at the throne room of the Grand Turk himself, Reseph Bey. The Sultan sat at his throne, surrounded by armed guards. As the doors opened and we were ushered into his presence, he drew his great scimitar and began to laugh maniacally.
“Ah, hello there, Reseph!”, the Baron shouted across the room, waving.
The Grand Turk stood up with a manic countenance. “You’re too late, Don Frederico! My snipers are already in place and not even you can save him now!”
I shared a quick confused glance with the Baron.
“Er, what? We’re not here about that.”
The Sultan returned to Earth, looking slightly disappointed in our heroism. “Oh, okay then. Sorry, I’m fine, so are the wives and kids. How about yourself? New sidekick, I see.”
“Yes, that’s right. His name is Reinhold.”
I waved at Reseph. He waved back.
“Now”, the Baron continued, “what was all that stuff about the snipers and us not saving someone?”
Reseph lit up. “Oh, right, the plan! I’m going to assassinate the King in Yellow-“
“Mikhail?”, the Baron interrupted. “How’s he doing?”
“Fine!” the Sultan replied. A eunuch gave a curt whisper to the Sultan. “Oh, I’ve just gotten word that my men blew his head off. Beyond that, though, I’m sure he’s fine. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. I’ve just assassinated Mike, the King in Yellow, and am going blame it on the Russians. Once Russia and Ruthenia blast each other to the seven hells in a really terrible war, I’ll move my imperial war machine into the Black Sea and pick up the pieces!”
“Devious, Reseph. And here I thought you were losing your touch.”
“Thank you, Red. I try. So, you’re not here to foil my plan even a little bit?”
“No, I’m afraid. I’m sure we wouldn’t have been able to stop it anyway.”, the Baron said with a distant forced smile.
“Thanks, mate. It means a lot to me. Anyway, why did you pop in?”
“We’re looking for a refit for our ship. Victoria, well, she’s seen better days.”
“Damn shame, Red. My shipwrights will offer you every assistance!”
“Right ho, Reseph.”
“Oh, and one more thing, Red…”, the Sultan continued. “One day I will have the honor of killing you and burning all that you cherish in a glorious twilight of civilization.” he said with a smile.
“The same to you, Reseph!” said the Baron as the Sultan’s guards led us to the shipyard.