Rebel of Antares

Chapter seventeen

Chapter seventeen

The rebellion faltersWe rode hard for Huringa in a jingling, determined cavalcade, with a screen of aerial cavalry winging ahead. We were the Revolution. On our banners glowed the light of coming victory. With us rode Princess Lildra, who would be Queen Lildra. On we rode, confident, bursting with pride, and if we were vainglorious there seemed every reason for that fatuous state.

You cannot have everything in life. Useless to think that wishing will make it so. Everyday reality doesn’t work like that. Wish fulfillment does happen, of course — after a deal of damned hard work and luck and the ability to ride with the punches or to come to terms with emotional situations you thought impossible. As for power fantasies, they are for the crippled, and as most of us are crip