Septimity and The Blood Brotherhood: The Third Hilarious Glothic Tale (The Glothic Tales Book 3) Read Free

many false hopes over the years. But the Gregorians do seem to be at their very weakest at the moment.’
    ‘Then, there’s never been a better time Septimity.’
    ‘Yes, this is true. I’ve just been reading the passages pertaining to Ichor in the Blood Brotherhood Charter. It says we must act when the Blood Brotherhood is certain of delivering a fatal blow.’
    ‘But we can never be certain Septimity. We could wait an eternity for certainty.’
    ‘True.’
    ‘Surely we can begin with the preliminary plans and at least be prepared to strike if the situation on Gloth is advantageous to us.’
    ‘Perhaps Septenarii. But only with the preliminary stages.’
    ‘So can I send the order Septimity?’
    September didn’t answer immediately as he tried to come to his decision. Having waited for so long he was very tempted to say yes. According to the Blood Brotherhood Charter, the order to enact Ichor could only be given when at least two founding members of the Blood Brotherhood were in agreement. Septimity and his six brothers were all founding members, so any two of them could agree to order the commencement of Ichor. Septimity decided that two votes were insufficient for such a bold decision.
    ‘I will only agree if all of our brothers are of the same mind Septenarii. Send a message to them all and if we are all in agreement, we shall give the order.’
    ‘Very well Septimity. I’ll send the message to our brothers immediately and ask for their votes.’
    ‘Alright Septenarii. Let me know as soon as you have all of their replies.’
    Septimity knew all of his brothers would agree, then the order would be sent out to the entire Blood Brotherhood to begin the long awaited cleansing of Gloth and the hopeful return of pure Glothic rule, free from the stain of Erdean evil. He just didn’t know at all how it would all happen.
    As Septimity sat pondering his lack of knowledge, events on Gloth were moving at a pace.
    *****
    ‘Gentlemen, we must remain calm at this time and ready ourselves for the transition,’ Kaybob Krizzle, The Puissant of Karhoonaa and President of the Grand Council said firmly as he addressed the Grand Council meeting called to plan the events following the death of the Supreme Potentate, November the Ninety-Seventh.
    ‘I understand Mr. President, however we all know of the reputation of the late Supreme Potentate’s eldest son,’ Grand Councillor Sckwatt said and was greeted with knowing nods.
    ‘Not to put too finer point on it, he is a child who is quite probably certifiably insane,’ Grand Councillor Phlipplid added.
    ‘I understand some of the rumours about the Supreme Potentate’s heir have been disturbing, but we all know of the process that must now be followed,’ Krizzle warned.
    ‘Mr. President, I would like to state for the record that we as the Grand Council of the Glothic Empire have known for a very long time that a problem exists. Since the rule of February the Fifth, and his order that created a singular Gregorian Royal Family, the inter-bred genetic decline has been slowly becoming more and more evident,’ Sckwatt said and more knowing nods came.
    ‘I agree. They really are becoming an embarrassment. At the last Grand Council meeting November’s behaviour was a disgrace,’ another councillor added.
    ‘Indeed sir. Dancing around the Royal Dodecahedron and saying evil spirits lived inside and kicking it as he lay on the floor throwing a tantrum was extremely rude to say the least. As was his abysmal comportment with the Lady Ambassador from Myscopinia. Lifting her robe and announcing that he was looking for her third leg shocked the assembly,’ yet another added.
    ‘Yes gentlemen,’ Sckwatt agreed. ‘His behaviour in front of the five thousand members of the Grand Assembly was shameful. When he delivered his directive and asked the Grand Council to approve the destruction of Sun System Seven because he believed it was inhabited by nasty nose eating aliens, I hung my