Cleopatra. Novella

Cleopatra. Novella
V. Speys

A historical episode full of adventures from the childhood of Princess Cleopatra to the period of her flight with her deposed father, Pharaoh of Egypt, to Rome…

Cleopatra

Novella

V. Speys

© V. Speys, 2020

ISBN 978-5-0051-2687-0

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Chapter-1

Theo suddenly summoned Orth to him. When there was a challenge, which consisted of the persistent in the minds of Orth sounding melodies of the long-forgotten hymn of Lakia. The once prosperous state on Faeton, where Orth was the personal bodyguard of the president’s adviser and sunk into oblivion with the disappeared planet of the solar system, Orth lay still in the bed of his apartment with instructions in hand, preparing to begin his duties in the Galactic Coalition of the Representation of the Solar System.

From the unexpected, Orth reached out his hand to a glass of unfinished whiskey and took two sips, feeling the moisture of the refreshing balm pass through the esophagus, and only then did he engage in telepathic communication with the Supreme.

– “Your supremacy, I’m all attention!” Said Orth mentally.

“Good morning, Captain, you are acting under my personal command, I warned General Garinov, so now I will personally put all the tasks to you, and it’s clear to you to report to me on the progress of their implementation!”

“That’s right, your supremacy!” Orth answered in a military way. In the tone of his answer, there was a note of complete readiness to follow the orders of the Curator of the Solar System, the scientist Theo.

– “Now, get ready to come to my office to set up tasks!” – ordered the curator and disconnected. Orth rather by inertia, not realizing yet that there is no connection, replied:

– “There is!” – Then, I realized this, I smiled at this rise of confidence in my person. And with dignity, I began to gather for an audience with the Supreme Curator of the Solar System of the Coalition Union of the Highly Developed Civilizations of the Milky Way galaxy, where the civilization of the planet Earth was recently invited…

In full military ammunition of the guard, General Garinov’s detachment, he appeared before the Supreme Curator in his office, where he entered when the doors of the door opened silently. On the hairy floor covering of the study, his feet in black uniform boots were drowned in an ankle by the ankles into the gray flesh. Orth straightened up at attention and, as was customary with the military, minted:

“Captain Orth, the personal guard under the command of General Garinov, at your command, has arrived!”

– It’s free, Orth! – with a spark of a smile in his gray eyes, said good-natured Theo. – Come closer, – while the High Curator pointed to two comforth’sble leather chairs near the coffee table near the wall next to the fireplace, – sit down.

Orth did not take his eyes off the Supreme Curator and could not in any way solve the good-natured attitude towards him, trying to understand what was going on with his person in general and in particular. But to unravel the intention of Theo that to look at the stone statue of Zeus the Thundered in the Museum of the Arts of Rome with the question, but what I forgot here, do not tell me? He had no choice but to go to the corner with white leather chairs. Looking at the place where the chairs were, he suddenly saw on one of them the face of a man of small stature of a frail physique. In the head of Orth’s thought flashed: – “What is this boy doing in a red monastic tunic?” Coming closer, Orth saw an attentive looking gaze, far from youthful, black, like pitch, huge eyes that looked at him almost defiantly with some contemptuous gleam.

– “As a piece of unnecessary trash in the pile of garbage, this view of an underdeveloped boy.” – Orth thought, not caring at all that his thoughts are freely read by Theo. And in unison with his thoughts, Theo suddenly telepathies: “Be courteous to His Eminence Kshatr, the mentor of the Monastic clan of Shiva Nataraja temple here in the Paradise Abode of our inner Earth surface, here in Eden, especially since you, from today, enter his He will teach you everything that you do not know yet, and what you need to study and apply in difficult situations when performing my tasks on the surface of the planet Earth. “Is that clear to you?”

Orth, with unconcealed contempt, examined this boy in the “order” of which he now acts. And in unison, Kshatr, said:

“Well, now, Mr. Orth, I have already been introduced by your immediate supervisor, and my good friend, Curator Theo.”

Orth’s eyes widened in surprise, his swarthy face flushed with indignation, if not for the natural swarthiness, and the eagle’s nose, only bent even more to the bottom, giving out an indignant embarrassment. Kshatr attentive eye did not escape the dislike of Orth’s, this seasoned warrior and natural adventurer, whom he once had known in his homeland in Lakia. With this Kshatr turned his gaze to the coffee table and with a slow movement of his hand moved the box closer to him, opened it, and took out of it a thick cigar made from the leaves of the strongest grade of tobacco, cut off the end of the cigar with a special scissor into the ashtray and, Lit a cigarette. Having let out a fair club of a smoke, and looking through clubs of Orth in eyes, slowly continued:

“Come in, do not be embarrassed, Captain.” And sit down, I need to get to know you more closely, learn more About everything to the smallest detail, what you know, what you own, how well you know and know how to write and speak different languages of peoples inhabiting the outer surface of the Earth. Well, different details of life and behavior in emergent unforeseen circumstances and very, very much.

After talking with Kshatr and Curator Theo, Ort he ordered Theo, he left to report to General Garinov Alexey Alekseevich, and to say goodbye to his friends and colleagues: Dumar, Hilt, Krazimov Lennie, Sobinov Peter, Copernicus, Masha Zarudnaya and Anya Krazimova, Dina, Alesya, and the coach, Kecho, and now the personal bodyguard Theo…

Of course, Orth’s farewell to General Garinov’s team grew into a banal booze, after which, under the “Earthly” morning, drunk Orth’s, the hostel’s robots for the employees of the Coalition of Representations of the various Star systems of the Milky Way galaxy were taken home to the apartment. A week later, having handed over his affairs to Garinov, Orth left for the Paradise Abode to His Eminence Kshatr his residence…

Chapter-2

On the shore of the ocean, that on the inner surface of the Earth under the yellow rays of the inner sun, is the continent of Agartha. The flying disk silently sank to the grassy lawn of a two-story mansion with a balcony on the roof of the entrance hall of the annex, which contained transparent walls to the right and left of the entrance door. At the entrance steps stood the owner himself in a red tunic, the free end of the tunic fastened to the right Shoulder, a sparkling brooch in the form of a six-pointed star with a huge round diamond in the middle.

Robot driver, after landing said:

“Captain, we’re here.” You can go out.

“Thank you, One hundred and twenty-one, you’ve done a good job.” – Replied the captain, fitting a travel bag with personal things on his shoulder. Then he quickly ran down the sliding ladder to the soft grass of the lawn.

Kshatr, seeing the captain, made a gesture with his hand so that he would come closer to him.

Orth, with rapid steps, moved to the threshold of the house and, looking at his master, thought:

– “The hairpin, like Theo, probably the launch of teleport station.”

– Yes, it’s you, Orth correctly understood, two pyramids entering one into one represent the outer and inner terrestrial surfaces, this, as for the symbolism. And, as for the function of this symbolism, it looks, for example, so that it is worth clicking on the decoration, how instantly I will be on an unapproachable shelter on another planet. “It’s not serious, not that Kshatr jokingly said, instead of greeting. Orth, approaching this little man, stopped a meter from him and said, as Theo taught him: “Your Eminence has come to your complete disposal.” Orth, trying to greet him, tried to look away from the frail figure of His Eminence in order not to give out a treacherous grin that almost unconsciously appeared on his face with every word of greeting said.

Meanwhile, Kshatr carefully measured the slender high figure of Orth in the black uniform of the guard, from head to foot, with his penetrating look of searing and black eyes, then said: “Meet my adopted daughter Cleopatra.” You will have to work together for a long time. – Having said this, he invited the daughter to step on the step with the gesture of his right hand. Out of the gloomy shadow, a girl in a white tunic came out into the open door. Earlier Orth, for his turbulent past life, never met such a subtle feminine beauty as this girl who appeared, as if from nothing, had. Her huge green eyes, framed by long black eyelashes, shone with a friendly smile that betrayed a kind of gentle sense of shyness in her eyes. Orth, embarrassed, and with difficulty, squeezed out of himself: – Orth! – why then he stood at attention and nodded his head, as a sign of acquaintance. To which the girl, blurred in a charming smile, made a small curtsy, replying:

“Cleopatra!” – Smiling, with open curiosity, she looked at him with a friendly look of her green eyes. Orth, to hide his embarrassment, said: “Pleased to meet you, Cleopatra.”

Kshatr stood between them and looked from below upwards to Orth’s face, then to Cleopatra, then said:

“Daughter, this is your future partner in our mission in the superficial terrestrial world.” Of course, after his training here in Shambhala. “Having said this, Kshatr sdded,” Now leave us. “I need to talk to the student. ‘And turning to Orth, he added,’ Follow me, young man.”

Kshatr turned his back on Orth’s and walked slowly into the house. If at that moment the teacher looked at the student, he would not have escaped the mocking look, backed up by a smile, with a scornful contempt in his face portrayed on Orth’s’ swarthy face. And yet, Orth did not dare to abandon his role as a pupil, since Theo’s arsenal had plenty of means to remove the obstinate guard into the state of the memory crystal until new unforeseen circumstances that could arise in the future when the participation of this experienced militant officer would be required. This was well remembered by Orth and tried to prevent oversight and disobedience, so he followed without a murmur the frail calf of this boy with the capricious, as it seemed at that moment, adult manners of the wise teacher’s experience. Finally, having followed the stairs to the second floor of the mansion, Kshatr opened the door of his office and, Passing the captain forward, went in after him, pointing to a chair in front of a wide table at the opposite wall to the door, said:

“Sit down, young man.” – Himself, going round the right table, sat opposite Orth at the table. Orth looked around him from his seat. On the walls of the room hung portraits, some people in ancient helmets of soldiers with quivers of arrows behind them and samurai swords behind their belts. Kshatr, catching Orth’s curious looks, said:

– On the walls of my office, – tightening a strong cigar, which has already lit up, – you see the founders of the clan of the defenders of the temple of Shiva Nataraja in India, they were the true bearers of the secret knowledge of martial arts shadow warriors. Now I fulfill their mission, after me will be my chosen receiver, to whom I will transfer my art.

At this time Cleopatra came silently into the office with a tray in her hand, on which stood two cups of strong coffee and a vase with truffle candies. She put the tray on the edge of the table with the words: “Dad, I thought that your conversation would be more productive with a cup of good and fragrant coffee.

“Thank you, daughter.” Kshatr continued, “take it, young man, do not hesitate to treat.” – And he took coffee himself, pushing the tray closer to Orth.

When the door closed behind the woman, Kshatr began to say: “Theo called me and asked me to engage in adjustments to the historical processes of human development, helping to avoid the erroneous ways in which it can go, developing weapons of murder that will eventually lead to self-destruction of mankind. If people’s suicides on the Earth cannot be avoided, then at least they must be removed by all possible means. Theo is very concerned about the historical processes that took place in his time on the Faeton. And in our time, when the civilization of the descendants of man from the planet Faeton, now Zelman, is accepted into the family of developed civilizations of the Milky Way galaxy, imposes a special responsibility on his supremacy of Theo, as the Curator of the Representation of the Solar System Civilization. To do this, he invited me to study the personal files of employees from the team of General Alexei Garinov. I really liked the qualities and service records of the major, the foreman of the detachment of security, Dumar, under his direct command were with him and you are the captain.

“So, did your Eminence prevent you from inviting me instead of me?”

– My daughter Onesie. – Kshatr, took a deep breath, and Orth raised his black eyebrows up in surprise, thinking: – “I wonder how many daughters you have?” This puny, early, older boy?”

“Well, I’ll skip your remark; let’s say I did not hear anything, reading your thoughts?”

– I, like any curious person, could have such an idea. – Orth was justified, knowing that Kshatr freely reads any of his thoughts, but nevertheless made a mistake.