Lord Morgrim’s words had been chosen most wisely and carefully, having been cunningly designed to mollify, as well as to further inflate Morgrave’s massive mega-ego. That Skiltish Psychonomist, Dr. Rab Idego, had been very useful and quite clever, and had even given him a few hints on how to manage his brother’s wildly erratic temper and bloated self-importance; Just temporarily, while the new Mind-Cap machine was being perfected in his Lab.
“Harrumph! Well, erm… yes… I see, Morgrim. All very good.” King Morgrave coughed and telepathed hesitantly in reply. At once, reluctantly realizing he couldn’t totally ignore the influence of the other Core Worm Lords, especially those of the Conclave.
He knew he needed their support, or at least some token of it, so he could fulfill his one, true burning desire, to rid the world of the Sivad Dragons. They were the only royal family of True Dragons with the power and influence to defeat the Core Worms. And they were the only Dragons who could wield all three Dragon Magicks for a start. Not all of them for sure, he knew, but all it took was just one Dragon that could… and then… well, it just didn’t bear contemplating… nothing at all must be allowed to stand in the way of his own majestic and magnificent reign continuing, forever and ever. Therefore, all Sivads must be exterminated!
“Well, get on with it then, brother. We must join minds and turn this damned wing to ash, and you must be close enough by now to do so, but be careful, I don’t want a hair on my hide touched, let alone scorched,” Morgrave chided and raged.
“Don’t worry, dearest brother, we will be methodical,” Morgrim replied patiently. “Now, as you say, let us Mind-meld and so formulate and ferment the necessary psychic-acids to rid you of this infernal piece of magickal, dragon trickery.”
King Morgrave mentally roared out his agreement, but momentarily forgot the urgent need to remain totally still and unmoving. Jolts of electric pain now shot through his flanks and he juddered and writhed with agony as the wing’s magickal torment tore through him.
“You filthy, slow-brained, worthless, slime mold of a measly Dragon!” he screamed.
And, as he did, inadvertently, mentally reaching out in violent shock and telepathing his unbridled rage through the many layers of rock up above him, straight into the mind of the trapped and wounded Mavis. The bellows of anger, insult and frustration tore through the Dragon Queen’s and children’s minds, along with the sudden burst of seismic shock waves; Causing sudden Erfquakes to violently erupt and so tear the Dragon Queen’s Cavern apart.
“Oh, Morgrave, Morgrave, what are you doing, brother? Be silent, please,” Morgrim cried out in despair. “You have only now forewarned your enemy of your imminent escape. You will have lost all element of surprise!”
“I care not!” Morgrave mentally spat back, after finishing his telepathic tirade and threats to the hated Dragon Queen, ensconced in her Cavern high above him. “Nothing will stop me now, do you hear me brother, nothing. I will only return to the Core when that overgrown fly of a Dragon has been exterminated, along with her unhatched, addled and putrid little Egg! Do you understand Morgrim? Only then!”
“I understand, brother, I really do,” Lord Morgrim replied very smoothly, but inwardly, heavily sighing, now realizing he had no chance at all of persuading Morgrave to return with him back to the Core. “But you best be quick about it for the Core Conclave can only be kept cool and ignorant for so long. Your continued absence will eventually be noticed and your authority will be challenged.”
"Then do your duty Brother and return to the Core yourself.” Morgrave sneered. “Let the Core Conclave know that their King will soon return with news of yet another great victory.”
Morgrim cloaked his inner thoughts, seemingly agreeing to this royal command and proceeded to help free his brother from the hexed dragon wing, which they achieved together, in but a few moments.
But as he left his royal brother, free now to bore his way upwards and confront his long-awaited destiny, to do final and deadly battle with the Queen of the True Dragons, Morgrim’s hidden thoughts were now ones of a rigid steely anger and a cold and cunning calculation.
He needed the solution to the mind control of Morgrave right now. Not a moment longer should be allowed to pass. He must get that new-fangled Hypno-Cap gizmo, that’s what the Doctor of Neural Implantations and Conditioning had called it. Let his brother believe he was returning on his behalf to the Core. What was of the utmost importance, right now, was to get hold of that newfangled Gizmo… and quickly… and get King Morgrave under control.
“Farewell, dear Brother. Enjoy your victory to come. I shall see you again soon.” He telepathed, as Morgrave’s massive armored bulk disappeared from view above him.
And then… once again my own well-laid plans will all flow as smoothly as red-hot lava! He added, as a hidden and satisfying afterthought.
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