Free Septimity and The Blood Brotherhood: The Third Hilarious Glothic Tale (The Glothic Tales Book 3) by Derek Haines Page A

stated to punctuate his speech. He took this as a sign that he should probably move on to other, more interesting matters.
    ‘Very well,’ he said in an attempt at sounding authoritative. ‘The day of Ichor has arrived and with your bravery we will succeed in bringing an end to the rule of the Gregorian Royal Family. Your fortitude today will ensure that not only will Gloth be ruled once again by a pure Glothian, but also that Lacertilian’s will once again take their rightful place as the official Royal Pilots to The Supreme Potentate of Gloth.’
    ‘Uhum. Could I ask what we have to do today?’ the commander of number one squad asked as politely as he could. Trying to move things along a bit before his troops lapsed into unconsciousness induced by chronic boredom.
    ‘Ah yes, certainly Squad Commander. The squad that will be traveling with September and myself will accompany us into the Grand Hall at the time of the investiture of the idiot April. You will take positions around the perimeter of the inside of the Grand Hall. A second squad will assist us in this and at the same time, the other two squads will take their positions in a similar fashion, but on the exterior of the Grand Hall. Thus creating a double layer of defence against intrusion, or extrusion. Once positioned, September, or perhaps myself will give the order to proceed with the mission’s objectives. This is, as I am sure you have been previously briefed…..’
    ‘We round up all the Gregorians and bundle them aboard the shuttles and lock ‘em up here on the Cosmic Cruiser,’ the squad commander interrupted, attempting to get things moving as he couldn’t help but feel they could be here all day and miss all the action if Sep didn’t stop blabbering on.
    ‘Eh, yes Commander. That pretty much cuts to the quick of the matter.’
    ‘Very well sir. All understood. I think we had better get ready to board the shuttles and get this mission underway.’
    ‘Eh, yes. Oh dear. Is that the time?’ Sep said as he checked his watch. ‘Yes, we had better get a move on then I think and I ……’
    ‘On your feet!’ the squad commander ordered in a typically loud and gruff military voice that made Sep jump. ‘To your assigned shuttles. On the double!’
    ‘Eh, thank you,’ Sep said sheepishly then thought it best he be off to get September aboard the shuttle.
    ‘You were gone a long time,’ September said when Sep returned to the Luxury Class cabin.
    ‘I wanted to make sure they all knew what they had to do.’
    ‘So it took an hour to tell them to round up all the Gregorians and bring them back here?’
    ‘I wanted to be thorough.’
    ‘Yes, alright, alright. So is it time?’
    ‘Yes September. In fact we’re running a little late so we’d better get to our shuttle pronto.’
    ‘Sep?’
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘I do not and cannot do pronto at my age.’
    *****
    Kaybob Krizzle, The Puissant of Karhoonaa and President of the Grand Council entered the Grand Hall with his fellow councillors trailing behind, then made their way in procession to the elevated rostrum at the front of the hall. While the assembled ambassadors, councillors, ministers and delegates rose from their seats in respect, only a small proportion of the Gregorian Royal Family had the decency or the intelligence to do so. In fact a large proportion of the royal family were too involved in scratching themselves, or screaming, to notice the High Councillors’ arrival.
    As Krizzle walked slowly down the red-carpeted central aisle of the hall towards the rostrum, he politely nodded to those he knew, but was cheered the most by a simple yet affirmative nod from High Commander Huphnic Grundlestick that indicated all was under control.
    ‘Oh at last, not long now,’ Krizzle thought to himself. If he had been at all psychic he would have been extra pleased to have heard Grundlestick have exactly the same thought.
    After their slow entrance the High Councillors arrived at the rostrum and