Righting Time

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What if Jala really is from the future and the fate of her future does depend on convincing Laurel and the seventeenth-century musketeers of that truth?
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What if Jala really is from the future and the fate of her future does depend on convincing Laurel and the seventeenth-century musketeers of that truth?
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  • ISBN-13: 9780741440419
  • Publisher: Infinity Publishing
  • Publication date: 6/8/2007
  • Series: By Honor Bound
  • Pages: 356
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 0.74 (d)

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RIGHTING TIME


By Kat Jaske

Infinity Publishing

Copyright © 2007 L. Kathleen Jaske
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7414-4041-9


Chapter One

Section One 2514 A.D.

Alice laughed. "There's no use trying," she said. "One can't believe impossible things." "I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it half an hour a day. Why, sometimes, I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." - Louis Carroll

"Stop!" The woman desperately flew over the chair. More like leaped over it, clearing it by a wide margin. Almost better than an Olympic hurdler, had she been of the mind to compare herself to that elite type of athlete.

In her rush to get across the room, she stumbled, pitched forward, and after a quick battle with her ringing ears regained her balance. Arriving at the terminal, she snagged the man's hand from the console with brutal force.

In the same swift movement, she pushed him out of the way and placed herself right before the console so she could have clear access to the terminal. She didn't even notice the man's stifled grunt as her attention was immediately riveted on the display readout.

Fingers flew over keys with nearlyinhuman speed. Finally, there was a content bleep, and the woman sagged onto the empty desk beside the computer. "Next time when I tell you to do something, I expect my instructions to be followed-immediately. I trust I make myself clear, Daryl."

"But, Jala, I ... nothing happened."

Jala rolled her eyes heavenward. Incompetent fool. Then she took herself to task. He was really very young. Not to mention that if she didn't watch it, she would soon vent her temper upon him. And truly it was an "innocent mistake," but still, one that no one could afford to make-Jala knew. Two deep breaths. She turned away and calmed herself. Sometimes she forgot how very young she was. What with her mother and all. But that was neither here nor there.

A tall, black-skinned man came to the woman's side and placed a hand on her shoulder. Slowly he shook his head, and in return Jala gave Keith, her stepfather and mentor, a weak smile. "Daryl, we apparently narrowly avoided a terrible disaster. When working with the time transductors, no precaution can be overlooked. Not one. Not ever. That's why we use older, twenty-third-century computers. If the machinery were any more sensitive, any little thing we said or did could trigger a major time shift." Then, there would go all their oaths to protect the time stream, maintain its integrity, and to do nothing more than observe. Not to mention, that meant years of psychological testing and testing in general going to waste for one small mistake in time transducting. No, the Guild of History and Time Observation was not an easy place to get into in the first place, let alone work at.

"No!" The black-haired woman took a heavy step backward and then rushed to another terminal. Let her be wrong. Dead wrong. That would be better than the alternative.

Jala's lastipants felt uncomfortably tight as if they were asphyxiating her, but they were no tighter than they had ever been. She rerouted the maxicoredrive circuitry with the same inhuman deftness she had managed moments earlier and then accessed the mainframe. Defeated, the young woman dropped her head face-first into her hands.

"Jala." Keith's voice was controlled despite his obvious concern.

The twenty-nine, nearly thirty-year-old, woman scarcely lifted her head and fixed her indigo eyes on Keith. "I wasn't quick enough." The voice was devoid of inflection, but Keith knew her too well to be quite fooled; she blamed herself regardless of the fact that she was not responsible in this instance. "We have a major time disturbance manifesting in the field," she said, her voice remaining lifeless.

"Pinpoint it," the black man ordered Daryl, and the young man ran through several sequences after Jala fell back out of his way, still stunned mute.

Uselessly his hands fell to his sides. His voice almost as flat as Jala's, Daryl said, "The major disturbance is centered in 2060 A.D. and expands outward at a near exponential rate."

"Major disturbance?" Keith and Jala echoed together. Perhaps they were too shocked to say anything more coherent.

Daryl keyed through sequences again, conscious of Jala and the older man watching over his shoulder, conscious of how little time there was. "There are also fluctuations all throughout the time sequence." If it weren't so disastrous, it would almost be funny.

Only through the exercise of extreme discipline and effort did Jala manage to hold on to her poise and cool. Panic did no good; that point had been vividly driven home to her by harsh experience over the course of her ten years-unofficially-with the Guild of History and Time Observation. Before long, the time fluctuations would manifest and the true time-her time or her present-likely would be inextricably altered. Right now, there was still some infinitesimal window of opportunity to try for correction and containment.

"Find me the date of the first time fluctuation in the timeline and pinpoint the locale on the main screen." Jala took refuge in decisiveness. Daryl nodded and did so swiftly. The trio turned to the screen as a map blipped into place. It was a very old map. At a guess Keith would place it at least eight hundred years old.

"Old-world France?" Jala questioned, and Daryl nodded as the woman came close to the screen.

"France in 1641, eight hundred and seventy-three years ago, to be exact," Daryl enlightened his companions. Jala punched a button and another section of the screen leaped to life. United States of America, 2060. Those dates were linked. Linked very closely. Jala's eyebrows drew together in deep thought. Without needing to be told, Daryl set about determining exactly how they were related.

At the same moment, Keith and Jala lifted their heads and an understanding look flashed between them. "Something or someone from 1640 or 1641 was thrust forward to the year 2060," they said together. "Make that, a person from 1640 was thrust forward, but a secondary major time disturbance occurred in 1641, then was manifest further in 2060," Jala said as she scanned over the data Daryl had discovered.

"But who was pulled from the seventeenth?" Daryl asked. Brilliant, now he was asking obvious questions, sitting like the proverbial bump on a log and doing nothing. At times like this, youth and inexperience had their drawbacks.

Jala brushed a tendril of her shoulder-length hair back and relieved the young man. "Let's find out." Deftly her hands ran over the terminal board center, and she scanned the information more quickly than Daryl had thought humanly possible, but then again, the woman was known to be the fastest and most accurate reader in history. In fact, she redefined the term photographic memory and had redefined sheer physical motor speed of the human body, come to think of it. Some would have called it an unfair advantage. Jala took it in stride. Most days.

"Wait. Stop there. No, back," Keith said, curious about something his daughter had overlooked. He put his finger to the name. "That's our man, someone called Herzog Konrad. He's responsible for the major compromises of the time continuum." Sometimes he found it paid to go on instinct.

"You're sure?" Jala inquired and Keith nodded. He had years more experience in this than the woman. She didn't argue further. If Keith were sure, she'd trust his judgment. Not that there was time to quibble.

"Now we need to stop him from compromising the flow of time. Anyone know the man?" Keith spoke again.

"He was a one-time, 'minor' Prussian noble under Frederick William the Great Elector," Daryl replied. "Other than that, the records indicate he simply made a lot of money, which he invested in building up his estates and Brandenburg-Prussia. At least, before history started changing, that was the case." Daryl checked the banks. "There's nothing more on him, not even a description. No one has yet gone back to observe in the early half of the seventeenth century. At least not in France or Prussia."

"It looks like I'll be taking that trip, gentlemen." Jala slipped a veston on, grabbed two packets and thrust them in her pocket, and headed directly for the time chamber.

"Jala." Keith's voice was up fractionally. A warning even Jala didn't ignore, despite her desperate determination. "You can't go back to 1640 and find the man before he was yanked. You could change history further. Nor can a woman just go to seventeenth-century France. The customs and prejudices are too deep-seeded."

"Give me a viable alternative." She glanced at the chrono. Desperation was a distinctly uncomfortable feeling. For the moment, she fought it. "You have some seven minutes before everything as we know it changes."

Silence. Tense. Enveloping.

Finally, Daryl suggested, "We have the exact date he disappeared from his native time and the date of the major disturbance in 1641. Find someone from the same period and set them against him. Possibly bring them to 2060 with us to retrieve this Konrad." Keith and Jala looked at him as if he were beyond crazy. "Famous musketeers. Athos, Aramis, D'Artagnan, and Porthos. I know you are somewhat familiar with them. Aramis' wife is your great-grandmother many times removed, if I remember correctly."

Daryl knew he wasn't imagining the great pride Jala took in Laurel d'Anlass being an unusually independent woman for her time and leader of Louis XIII's-immediately followed by Louis XIV's-secret spy network. Another blip of information flipped across the screen. Jala caught it and understood why 1641 had been so warped. Laurel d'Anlass had died before she made all her contributions. That was not the way it was supposed to happen! Now it was personal.

Jala let her jaw go slack. She twirled the chair and dashed for the time chamber. "Let's go, gentlemen, to just before the time disturbance in 1641. We've got some musketeers to find before everything we know ceases to exist." Jala spoke more calmly than she thought possible when confronted with the prospect of Laurel's premature death in 1641-more likely untimely murder by someone who knew what effect she would have in the future years-an effect that would reach her present in roughly two minutes. Not to mention, the sheer scope of the havoc the alterations to the timeline would wreak. No more time to debate alternatives.

The three dashed-only sparing a moment to grab one final parcel-into the chamber, and Jala twirled several knobs and pressed a sequence of buttons. The trio vanished. They might never have existed-just as the control room no longer existed and never would unless they set time right. Time may have been and was resilient, but even the main timeline could not stand up to such massive tinkering as this Konrad had launched.

France, 1641 A. D.

What in the ... Porthos reined back on his horse, slowing her with a deft touch. The large man scanned the expanse, watching for the unusual burst of light to repeat itself. Nothing. Except for the oddest feeling he'd ever experienced, or quite near the oddest, and his horse seemed to mirror the same sentiment. Something very strange indeed was going on.

Slowly, step-by-step, the musketeer urged his mount forward to investigate the disturbance. Several voices mingling together caught his attention. Voices speaking a language he couldn't begin to decipher. The man stopped. No charging in. Find out what he could first and then decide what to do from there. Aramis would be proud. Caution was, after all, part of that man's credo.

Jala did not pause in her unbuttoning of the dress. Sometimes she really hated the time chamber's default program, regardless of how necessary it was for the computer to automatically change one's garb to the garb of the period to which one was going. "I told you before, if you don't want to see what I'm doing, don't look," she informed her two companions. Occasionally her stubbornness got the better of her, a fact that rather annoyed her.

"Jay, women of the time wear corsets, or at least many of them do. And for all intents and purposes you must be a woman of the times, just as Daryl and I must do our best to be men of the times. You can't just take it off." It was Keith who spoke, trying to appeal to her logic. Knowing Jay, though ...

This time his appeal did not work. Not that he had really expected it to. Already the woman was undoing the stays of the corset and lifting the obnoxious, evil thing from her body, to quote her words. Given, it was a much less restraining corset than those of the time, but ... how could women have ever let themselves be imprisoned in these things? The rationale was beyond her, and she had no desire to try to comprehend the warped rationale. Into the underbrush she kicked the vile contraption. Later she'd fall back to her well-disciplined behavior.

"That's because you don't have to wear the vile thing," she countered. "I will not wear it. This dress is uncomfortable enough with all its infernal layers. I hardly need a corset to make it more unbearable. Stuff it, Keith. I will wear the dress, but without the torture device. My waist is adequately small-very small by most standards. Now could one of you be so kind as to help me button this dress?" She was a good contortionist, but her body was tired after its trip, and her rampaging emotions were only carefully held in check.

The younger man stepped forward and buttoned up the dress quickly. Jala really didn't care a whole lot for modesty sometimes. Daryl shuddered to think what men of the current time would have thought of a woman half undressing for them, taking off a corset and then asking one of them to help her fix her dress.

Task complete, Jala reached down and retrieved the veston. At least the chamber never modified the veston, or they'd all be in real trouble right now. The woman took a small, scarcely visible microtranverl and inserted the minuscule object underneath the flap of her ear.

Immediately she offered a similar object to each of her companions. "Please, don't argue. None of us had time to learn the language of seventeenth-century France. We're justified in using these until we can pick up the language ourselves." Not that she intended on staying that long in the 1640s, April 1641, to be more precise. Plus, without them, communication, forget discreet, would be next to impossible. Jala did not add the comment, for the fact was more than evident to both men.

Quickly the men followed her action and inserted the device inside their own ears. Jala was right. "Oh, and Daryl, pull that hat down more so it shadows your face. These people aren't too fond of Asians, and you'll need to do part of the talking, so let's keep your race quiet for a while."

Daryl found it wise to comply. Besides, he had never before been sent on a true time trip. He certainly didn't want to make any more stupid mistakes because of ignorance, considering it was he who had caused the major disturbance to the timeline in the first place. A tragic mistake he was having a hard enough time coping with. Not to mention, Jala actually liked being in charge.

Keith signaled his companions from this point on to be very careful what they said or did, as the words would momentarily be put into language the people of 1641 would readily understand, at least after the device heard some of the language of the time. The man glanced at Daryl. He wondered if the youngster had any clue how to use the ancient rapier strapped at his side. True, Daryl had been a weapon's specialist, but whether he had ever actually used such an arm Keith didn't know.

Keith extended his hand, and the woman placed the veston in it. Quickly he tucked the veston in the pack the time chamber had provided them. He looked them all up and down. At least they looked somewhat like they belonged here, though a black man, a young fighter, and a tall-by standards of the time-short-haired woman were not what one saw everyday in seventeenth-century France. At that point the threesome stopped and stood. They had, to put it mildly, no clue as to how they could proceed. Finding and convincing certain musketeers to travel forward in time was not exactly something done on a regular basis, nor something you could just ask a passerby.

Some leaves rustled, and Jala swirled to face the direction of the sound. A spring breeze lifted a tendril of her hair. The woman didn't notice; she was more intent on the rider who was emerging from behind the shelter of the trees. He said something very quickly. Gibberish. Jala's look remained blank and he spoke again. To her great relief the microtranverl kicked in swiftly. Already after those few brief words it knew and had assimilated the language.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted September 4, 2012

    These great characters are so interesting and full of surprises.

    These great characters are so interesting and full of surprises. This story is about the impossible, but Kat Jaske makes it all seem so believable.
    The story starts when one of the main characters is murdered in France in the year 1641, but that is not the way history remembers it. Konrad has accidentally been yanked from 1641 to our near future, by time travelers in the far future. Get your brains around that. He promptly proceeds to change history from that point on so as to create a disaster in the far future.

    Excerpt: The nearly thirty-year-old woman scarcely lifted her head and fixed her indigo eyes on Keith. "I wasn't quick enough." . . . We have a major time disturbance manifesting in the field," she said, her voice remaining lifeless." . . . Right now there was still some infinitesimal window of opportunity to try for correction and containment.

    Now the adventure begins. They barely have time to grab a few parcels and dash for the time chamber before their reality collapses. Now their future depends on what they can do in 1641 to make time right. And Laurel and the musketeers are going to be in the middle of the action again, that is if they can be convinced to time travel to 2060. The author skillfully guides the reader through the many scenes change with action in the past and action in a future date. You really get to know the characters even more than you did from the previous two books, and you are amazed as Laurel's new powers emerge. It's easy to see the movie in your mind. I don't think you will be able to put the book down when your bedtime arrives. I love the writing and the characters.

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