Canto Sixty-Eight – Return to the Moon Gundahl
The golden wings that could be retrieved touched down on the moon base where Biznap and Xiar had established a new colony for the Telleron people. Material synthesizers were busy churning out components for a new Telleri-swamp enclosure. The ruined Galtorrian fortress was swiftly becoming the kind of homey organic mess of a construct that the Tellerons had left behind and lost track of at Barnard’s Star.
The entry doors of Harmony Castille’s mission wing popped open with a snap-hiss worthy of a cobra celebrating victory over a mongoose. Many mongooses in fact. Harmony and Shalar both led the way down the ramp, rushing into the arms of their beloveds, Biznap and Xiar respectively.
“Bizzy, we have conquered a planet for you at last,” Harmony said happily.
“The evil Senator and his minions are defeated?” Biznap asked.
“Defeated and eaten and dead,” said Shalar. “Those the man-eating Lester-flowers didn’t eat were turned into food by material synthesizer and fed to starving Galtorrian survivors.”
“How about the little ones?” Xiar asked. “The missing children from our ship and the little wounded lizard girl?”
“We found all the tadpoles alive and well, except for Tanith and Davalon, who got a little bit crunched under a falling space ship. And they are recovering in the same hospital room with Sizzahl, the little lizard scientist. That one will be invaluable to us if we are going to help the natives rebuild a society here.”
“Tanith and Davalon? Is that the one who saved our behinds on Earth and his nestmate, the pretty one?” asked Xiar.
“Xiar! You don’t know your own offspring even yet?” said Harmony.
“Well, I, uh… hey, I remembered them correctly, didn’t I?”
“You did,” said Shalar. She practiced the human thing about kissing him on the cheek affectionately.
“And they stayed on the planet?” asked Biznap.
“Yes. Alden and Gracie Morrell are looking after all the tadpoles, along with their new children, the half-human, half-lizard fusions.” Harmony’s eyes twinkled as she talked about it. “They will be great parents, even though they are perpetually child-sized themselves. They even have me thinking about adopting some children myself.”
“We have plenty of Galtorrian orphans right here,” said Biznap. “Teenage lizard boys and teenage lizard girls. Still think you can handle teenagers? Even the toothy ones?”
Harmony laughed a Sunday-school-teacher laugh. No mere child would ever get the best of her and her beloved Bible. She’d have those heathens tamed in no time.
“And just think,” said Xiar with a grin, “none of this could’ve happened if your Earther primate wife hadn’t corrected your math.”
Biznap grimaced. “Yeah, working on math and star-charts is going to be a thing for the next few years.”
“You’re not looking forward to living here?” Harmony asked.
“I guess I’d better get used to the idea. We are not going anywhere else until the coordinates to everything in the universe have been fixed. We don’t know where Earth or Barnard’s Star, or even Telleri were misplaced at now. Their correct positions have to be fixed.”
“Fixed in your charts, you mean,” Harmony said. “I think they are still right where God originally put them.”
“Yes, I guess they are,” Biznap finally admitted.
So now, dear reader, after having posted a chapter every Tuesday for over a year, I have managed to post an entire novel, three years in the writing, for free on WordPress. Now that I have accomplished such a stupid feat, I am going to try to publish this thing, along with many other things I have finished writing. Fair warning. I am certainly not done inflicting Mickian fiction on the world. This world… not Galtorr Prime. Sorry if I misled you there. I know lots of Galtorrian lizard folk are looking forward to reading this story. But they will have to be extremely patient.