This is a work of fiction. Characters, organizations, places and events are either products of the author’s imagination or when factual, used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2019 Theodore A Henning II
This is Part One in a historical fiction series entitled: SAVAGE ENCOUNTER, there are 24 chapters I will be publishing individually, be sure to scroll down to the desired chapter. I hope you enjoy the book. Gratuities can be made to email@example.com through Paypal.
Secretary Ansel van der Kraatj wasn’t a man with impressive stature, but as a strategist he certainly seemed he might hold his own. Van Given judged him to be slightly older than himself, possibly in his early forties. Being shorter and a tad bit on the heavy side didn’t lessen the subtle stealth about him he detected. His was an indescribable quality of character. Just in brief conversation, van Given discerned van der Kraatj to be an immensely capable, intuitive man.
Why the Company had failed to recognize such talent was another mystery. Certainly, he was due a promotion. He could have easily filled this Regent posting himself. Van der Kraatj shifted the aged, mustard-colored Meerschaum pipe from his right hand to his left. Quickly he reached up and twisted the similarly patinated end of his handle-bar mustache and continued their conversation.
“Again, you must realize these Hattam fellows are a nasty lot, quite given to violence and bloodshed. The slightest provocation yields disastrous results. They are constantly at each other’s throat, and quite frankly, even more so at odds with the other aboriginals who frequent Manokwari. However, our situation here is not without resolve. We’ve covered this ground before, and I think the Queen’s position is quite established.”
“I agree with your earlier point that it would be futile in the long run to oppose their hostile antics with a show of force, although our police guard is quite capable of doing so, I should think,” said van Given, shifting his chair position.
“You are right, sir, to assume our police guard most capable. However, what we need aim toward is a mutual understanding, one that, again for a season, approaches Her Majesty’s intentions for our very presence here in Netherlands New Guinea. It is very much to our best interests to avoid bloodshed at all costs. May I suggest, albeit yet another payment on our part, that we try to meet their demands in some measure.”
“Yes, Secretary Ansel. Yes I do believe we can work toward that end. Your insights and suggestions have been most informative. Eh, I see by my time piece it is about time. Shall we make our way to the Hall Commons, sir?”
Rising, Regent van Given and Secretary Ansel van der Kraatj stepped out into the early evening twilight. As they headed downhill van Given noted the diffuse lightning still off to the east inching closer. A telltale scent of rain was aloft in the light breeze. It seemed the impending storm was a stone’s throw away. Soon, he reasoned, soon refreshing monsoons will be here. And then they entered the Hall Commons to face a crowd of stone-faced, stone-aged brown skinned men, some clutching their bow and ironwood tipped arrows as if in the ready!