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Friday, December 09, 2005

Court Duties

Mother Damnable was up early, court duties could be fun but required concentration to be ahead of the game, it was always fun to dress smartly, she pulled the chest from the cupboard and selected her jewellery, gold was to be the order of the day, were sapphires required? Perhaps not, diamonds for elegance against black.

The day was fine and bright, as My Lady Damnable left the house she spotted a bright shiny penny, she picked it up and put it in her coat pocket

“Find a penny, Pick it up
All day long, you’ll have good luck”

It was always good to find a penny as the luck could be passed on.

“Bow Street Magistrates Court” It had been a while since she had attended there, once on the tube Mother consulted her A to Z and found that it had moved and was now in Bow Road! ~ The journey was uneventful until passing The Tower of London the train suddenly malfunctioned, several passengers sat for a while in silence until the announcement came they were all to change to platform three.

Mother Damnable knew this would make her late and she chuntered a little because she knew there was nothing worse than being late for court. Once again installed on the train over at platform three another announcement came “You are required to enter via Tower Gateway” ~ Traitors gate ~ “What on earth?” queried My Lady, but she decided to keep an open mind and as long as she ended up at the same destination all would be well.

On leaving the station My Lady noticed another penny on the ground, not so bright and shiny but a pair would always be useful so to double the luck she picked this penny up too and put it safely in her pocket, once through the security, in the new court building that was unknown to her Mother Damnable wondered if she would recognise any other people concerned with the court case?

Playing spot the Anarchist was all very well but black clothes were the order of the day at court, in any event due to the unexpected detour Mother was late and proceedings might very well be over, “Ah not so!” Mother caught site of My Lord Red, sitting as if in a dream. The Lady stood before him and tapped his knee before he noticed her “What enchantment was this?” Thought but not spoken.

Mother Damnable asked the news? How faired My Lord Blackelberry? One charge already dropped, the police we about to produce the video for the next charge, My Lady turned as she felt an interest to her left, she saw ten, young, inexperienced but very large policemen,

“Why so many plod?”

“They were the arresting officers”

“All ten?”

Mother knew by the prickling in her thumbs that deeds had been done in space and time that needed to be called to account; well we’re in the right place for it she thought as she entered the public gallery. A comedy turn was in progress as a motorist argued with the crown prosecutor that he couldn’t produce his documents for a valid but funny reason, his friends supported him in the public gallery and My Lady watched and listened.

The crown prosecutor was a young slip of a girl and had apparently defined herself for the day as a hanging judge, she did not intend to drop the further charge and argued the toss with my Lord Blackelberry’s solicitor, eventually the video was produced. Mother watched and admired Lord Blackelberry’s demeanour. But was appalled as she watched plod pull the old stunts, channelling through an empath, a loud “Tut” another assault “Tut”

My Lady Damnable could feel the crown prosecutor stiffen, she felt her begin to channel, “Well channel this!” Lady Damnable flew, in her mind. Back to the original assault the one that Plod had attempted to inflict upon Lord Blackelberry, She flew back in time, the victim had entered the Tower through Traitors gate, that much was clear, then two assaults to the neck, My Lady Damnable gasped at the audacity!

The crown prosecutor paled perhaps realising for the first time the true seriousness of the situation. “I’m not sure, let’s watch the tape again” Mother leaned forward, she didn’t want to miss a breath of what had taken place, a parallel screen appeared on the wood panelling of the court room and Lady Damnable knew that others were watching and listening too.

The tape rolled again, the assaults were clear, My Lord Red clearly and loudly blew his whistle. Mother Damnable gave Lord Blackelberry a round of applause for the elegance of his actions, the crown prosecutor turned and with lowered eyes left the room to consult the police inspector that had appeared as if by magic. My lady followed, “Truce!” was immediately declared by plod.

“Truce, how can there be truce after an assault”

Mother listened as the empaths amongst the plod declared they had never seen anything like it! A voice came clear as a bell through the ether “Remember the pact” eleven startled, pale police officers scuttled away, the prosecutor returned to the court room and the second charge was dropped.

Afterwards in the pub, mother Damnable passed the two pennies to Lord Blackelberry, quipping that he may have needed them to pay the ferryman! Lord Blackelberry’s smile lit up the room and mother glowed happily to know she had passed on the luck.

Later that night as My Lady pondered on the events of the day, she received another summons, this time from My Ladies of Endore, so the audacity was true then, a step too far and this time on camera. Mother Damnable hugged old friends and bowed as she beheld the most lovely Queen, Ann Boleyn, they had not met for several years, as Savernake forest was no longer close to where Mother Damnable lived.

“What shall we do then?” Was the question, My Lady Ann smiled “I called the Pact, that will confuse them for a while, they have made so many pacts and broken several they’ll be searching the archives to find which one they’ve broken and to whom!”

The Hounds of Hell were straining at the leash, any assault upon my Ladies of Endore caused an automatic unleashing and they knew they would soon be free to roam and sniff out all the dirty little secrets that Babylon were trying to hide. “Ah puppies” the Ladies played their favourite games, encouraging them to do their job well, no encouragement was necessary really but the Ladies of Endore love their hounds.

“How shall we visualise them this time? How big and how long until they return to us?”

“Eighty feet” came a masculine voice through the ether

“Infinity” another male voice echoed

The ladies of Endore collapsed into giggles

“Eighty foot Hounds of Hell that go on for infinity, or infinite sized Hounds of Hell that go on for eighty feet?”

Finally the Ladies regained their composure and it was agreed that the Hounds should be as large as eighty feet, if required and that they would search for infinity or until every last secret had been uncovered. The ladies smiled as they unleashed their favourites and sent them out into the world.

My lady Damnable returned home to her comfortable bed, and wondered what secrets the hounds would reveal on the morrow.

N.B. In these more politically correct days the Hounds of Hell have been renamed The Puppies for Peace.

4 Comments:

Blogger Granny said...

Puppies for Peace - Love it.

Here's a link from "Common Dreams" talking about several different court cases in England.

You probably already know about all of them but I'm glad to see them turning up as news (athough in a decidely liberal publication) here.

http://www.commondreams.org/headlines05/1208-06.htm

Friday, 09 December, 2005  
Blogger Granny said...

Here's a better URL. That other one is much too long.

http://tinyurl.com/9w2zg

Friday, 09 December, 2005  
Blogger Liquidplastic said...

What an interesting read ... the Puppies for Peace. Turn them babies loose over here in America, we could use them hounds.

Saturday, 10 December, 2005  
Blogger Mother Damnable said...

Thanks for the link Granny, an interesting read.

Liquid Plastic, thanks for visiting my blog. I believe My Ladies sent many Puppies For Peace over to you, State side, please feel free to send them to where ever you feel they will be most useful.

Saturday, 10 December, 2005  

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