Chapter 56

July 11, 2014,
The Chancellery Complex,
Haven, Province of Oregon, Commonwealth of Haven
“So, there is this gap between the coastal areas of Washington State and our footholds in the Cascade Mountains. We need to acquire that area, too, but once we have the Cascades, we can spread in both directions. The western part will be easier to capture, in that case, but even the eastern part will fall soon enough. The Yakima acquisition is vital to this, but so is our conquest of eastern Oregon, as it will open up another front to envelop the Spokane-based coalition,” I stipulated as I reviewed the map of the Pacific Northwest in the war room.

“Two provinces almost half-conquered already ... not a bad start at all. And today is the day that Alexander Hamilton was shot. Two hundred and ten years ago. By Aaron Burr. I think that both men, ironically, would approve of this. Burr liked the idea of a great western commonwealth, while Hamilton was for a strong, central government, after all. Under a powerful executive, of course. Yes, both halves of that duel would be pleased by this,” Shelby observed as she sat on my lap.

“Yes, very much so, my dove. But for now, we must maximize the use of our missionaries, to take as much of this area as we can, as quickly as we can, without resorting to brute force. The missionaries must and should use both their seductive gifts, Schumacher Syndrome, and the powerful message of our cause to drive home the benefits of conversion. The more converts we get, the more we can take over these counties from within ... and create a natural fifth column to rise up in support of us,” I pointed out as I caressed her bottom.

“Well, we have six different teams of missionaries already active in eastern Oregon, another two in western Washington. Six members each. That’s thirty-six missionaries in Oregon, twelve in Washington. And they are very much involved in local ... um ... affairs, I assure you, nephew,” my Aunt Lydia, now resurrected and undead plaything to me and President of the Grand Consistory of the Church of Haven, briefed me.

“That is excellent news, Auntie! How’s the Undead Guard coming along, by the way?” I turned to Nydia, who suggested and took personal command of it.

“Well, what can I say ... I’ve brought you as many folks to resurrect as you wish, my love, and so far, we’ve got ... a thousand or so. All being carefully trained and taught just how much stamina they really have ... which is infinite, of course. Mostly practical combat training, though that includes equestrian arts now that they have some real ... utility. I’m rather glad, as I cut a fine figure on horseback, wearing only my boots, don’t you think?” my stepdaughter teased me now, but she was right.

Nydia looked almost like Lady Godiva in the nude on horseback ... wearing only those boots and carrying her riding crop. I doubt very much that the real Anglo-Saxon countess, wife of the Earl of Mercia during the reign of Edward the Confessor, wore boots ... but I could be wrong. That didn’t matter. There was something very sensual, very erotic in an Amazonian manner, in the way that my ex-Mormon, Latina boot-fetish slut carried on with her literally cavalier fashion. She was likely to be as fierce in battle as she was in the sack, at least from the sound of it. I teased her sometimes that she probably got an orgasm from riding ... and she admitted that she had at times.

Why did Nydia go naked when that was so risky ... well, she knew that I would just resurrect her and she’d be an Undead soldier herself then. Death wouldn’t be permanent for her. Even if she got injured badly enough, she could end her life and also come back as an Undead soldier now. As for anyone who might try to rape her ... good luck! They’d pay with their lives ... and I wouldn’t bring them back at all. She was likely to kick them to death before they could even be arrested. And as she said, she was such a striking figure on the back of a stallion, especially in the nude.

“One look at you ... and half the men in the opposing army would probably surrender for just a hope of bedding you, daughter!” Raymond teased her, of course.

“Just the men? I think that the women in the army, if there were any, would practically drool at the sight of her! I can picture her bringing out the latent lesbian lust in many a repressed bi girl. Face it ... our Nydia is a righteous babe, a really delightful chica!” Cherry declared as she entered the chamber now.

“Any news, dear?” I asked my gorgeous first wife, mother of my lovely stepdaughter.

“Yes, welcome our honored guests, please. This is Henry Picardo, the Mayor of Yakima, this is his wife, Jillian, this is City Manager David Loeb, and these are City Council members Andrea Pace, Stuart Wallace, Leroy Hobson, Chase Horowitz, Stella Ryder, Lena Vasquez, and Christy Maximov. Let’s just say that they’re all on the same page now. They all have it. Schumacher Syndrome, that is. And they’ve all converted to Havenism. I think that the Mayor can take it from here,” Cherry announced to us all.