Deathstalker 04 - Deathstalker Honor

for all his successes in the rebellion, he hadn’t been there at the end. Hadn’t made it down to the hell Lionstone had made of her Court, hadn’t got there in time to see the Iron Bitch dragged from her Throne and humbled before everyone. He’d seen the recording on the holo later, but it hadn’t been the same. He should have been there. He’d wanted her to see his face, to know he’d helped bring her down.
    He’d paid for that right in blood and suffering and the loss of friends.
    So much bitterness in one short life. The more Julian thought about it, the more it seemed to him that there had only been two times in his life when he’d been really happy. The years he shared with his beloved older brother, Auric, and the months he spent with the woman they both loved, BB Chojiro.
    Auric went away and left him. He challenged the Masked Gladiator to a duel in the Arena, hoping to impress Clan Chojiro enough that he’d be allowed to marry the lovely BB. He hadn’t expected to win the duel, but he thought if he put up a good enough show, the Arena crowds would turn up their thumbs for him. The crowds always like a plucky underdog. But the Masked Gladiator killed him anyway.
    Julian had gone to comfort BB, and she cried in his arms, and he cried too. Not long after, they fell in love, and he was so happy for a time. Out of all his life, the only piece of unfinished business he had left was BB Chojiro. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about her. Part of him wanted to kill her so badly he could taste it. To make her suffer as he’d suffered. In the openness of young love, he’d told her all about his role in the rebellion, and she handed him over to the torturers without a second thought, because she was Blue Block.
    He thought about going to see her one last time. To put an end to their unfinished business one way or another. It wouldn’t be easy getting an audience with such a popular and busy person, but he was pretty sure he could do it. She was important these days, but he was a person of no small importance himself.
    His holoshow had put him in the public eye as one of the better-known rebel heroes. His audience loved him, or at least the version of him they saw on his show every week. He even had his own fan club. So many letters came in, and requests for photos, that he’d had to hire a secretary just to deal with them.
    He’d let her go a few weeks back. The demand for photos had gone down as his physical condition worsened and the letters trailed away. But no one knew how ill he really was. He was still getting invitations to all kinds of social and political gatherings. A lot of Clans had found it in themselves to overlook how minor a House his Family was in their keenness to have him marry one of their unattached daughters. A rebel hero like Julian Skye would make an excellent spokesman for any Clan determined to be taken seriously in the new politics. Many had gone on a charm offensive, and all but pushed pretty faces at him every time he appeared in public. Julian had gone along with it. He did so love to dance, and it pleased his ego to be seen on all the news and gossip shows with a pretty girl always hanging on his arm. A small childish part of him hoped BB might be watching.
    Clan Chojiro had never pursued him. BB had never believed in begging. She was probably still waiting for him to come to her.
    Julian sat up straight in his chair and put in a call to Clan Chojiro. The viewscreen on the wall quickly cleared to show a severe, cold face that Julian recognized as the current head of Chojiro security.
    Presumably his name had been flagged. Julian gave the man his best intimidating smile, formally introduced himself, and asked to speak to BB. The security chief smiled back and said he’d see what he could do. His face disappeared from the screen, replaced by a soothing image of a brook running through a forest, accompanied by gentle tinkling music. Julian scowled. He hated being put on hold. The last time someone had left him waiting too long he’d taken all his clothes off and flashed them on their return. The Church wouldn’t make that mistake again. The screen cleared to reveal a familiar face.
    Julian raised an eyebrow. “Cardinal Brendan. I didn’t think you were admitting you had any connection with Blue Block these days.” “Officially I’m not, but you’re a special case. Good to see you again, Julian.
    You’re looking very well.”
    “Maybe I should give you the address