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

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head in shame.’
    ‘We have managed now for generations,’ Krizzle replied. ‘The role of the Supreme Potentate has become more ceremonial and all the important decisions are now taken by the Grand Assembly and the Grand Council. We have our responsibility to perform. To make the arrangements for the investiture of the new Supreme Potentate, the young April the First.’
    ‘Who in their right mind would name their son April?’ Sckwatt asked the councillor beside him, but loud enough for all to hear.
    ‘Gentlemen please,’ Krizzle asked. ‘Can we just move on to the purpose of our meeting? There is nothing to be gained from this discussion. The investiture must take place within thirty days, so we have a lot to do. Councillor Xphore, could you please outline the preparations that are underway.’
    With that, the meeting returned to making its plans for the investiture of April the First.
    *****
    On an asteroid deep in Sun System Eight, other plans were being prepared for April’s investiture.
    ‘Brothers Fish-Roe. By our unanimous agreement, the time has come. Alert your local members to ready themselves for Ichor,’ Septenarii Fish-Roe wrote in his message to his six brothers after receiving Septimity’s agreement to proceed with Ichor. ‘Every member of the Blood Brotherhood had dreamt for almost ever of the coming of Ichor. The day the pure and untainted blood of Gloth will once again flow through the veins of a true Supreme Potentate of Gloth. Set the plans for the day of Ichor into motion with your clans, and ready yourselves brothers for my confirmation of the exact date.’
    Septenarii sent his order and waited for confirmation of receipt. Within minutes, all six arrived. Operation Ichor had started.
    It was during his first traumatic weeks on Terranova Two that September dreamed of Ichor and of its mythical status as the fluid that flows like blood through the veins of the gods. At first nightmarish in nature as he dreamed of the contaminated blood of Erde that now ruled in his place, he then interpreted his dream correctly as meaning that he must work towards returning Ichor, the purest of blood, to Glothic rule. Ichor therefore became the dream for September and the Blood Brotherhood.
    Septimity eagerly received the message from his brother Septenarii that he had ordered, and immediately began planning his part in the Ichor plan. He needed to contact his friends on Lacertilian. Famed for both their flying skills and dashing style, Lacertilian pilots would be crucial to Septimity’s major part in the plan – to somehow commandeer a Glothic Cosmic Cruiser.

April
    ‘I don’t care, just get rid of them!’
    ‘With due respect young sir, there are no Hoog destroyers parked under you bed.’
‘Yes there are. Two!’ April insisted.
    ‘Very well sir,’ a despondent Kcrikklli Kcaapaak replied as he shepherded young April from his bedroom to a guest room while promising to be very thorough next time and check carefully for Hoogs or any other nasty space craft hiding under April’s bed. Having been the personal man in waiting to the previous six Supreme Potentates, Kcaapaak understood his job very well. He also well accepted that they were definitely getting madder with each passing Potentate.
    ‘And check for Noorlac interceptors too,’ April snapped.
    ‘Yes sir, of course.’
    ‘And I want Kiddlepops for breakfast.’
    ‘I will inform Chef.’
    ‘With warm milk.’
    ‘Very well. Sleep well Sir,’ Kcaapaak said as he closed the door, shook his head, and started for his quarters.
    ‘Kcaapaak!’ April screeched, and Kcaapaak turned slowly with an audible huff and opened the door.
    ‘Yes sir?’
    ‘When is my daddy coming back from the rose garden?’
    ‘I’m not sure sir. Perhaps you should discuss this with your mother in the morning.’
    ‘Alright. But you can’t have any of my Kiddlepops!’
    ‘No. I understand. Goodnight sir,’ Kcaapaak said and closed the door again wondering how a

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