{"id":5459,"date":"2022-05-25T15:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-05-25T15:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/?p=5459"},"modified":"2022-05-21T13:05:40","modified_gmt":"2022-05-21T13:05:40","slug":"the-adventures-of-maite-and-kepa-part-104","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/2022\/05\/25\/the-adventures-of-maite-and-kepa-part-104\/","title":{"rendered":"The Adventures of Maite and Kepa: Part 104"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>\u201cThat was\u2026 different,\u201d said Maite as she returned to the patio. The robe was gone, replaced with a billowing top that left her midriff bare but extended to her wrists. It was complemented by what she could only call pantaloons. She felt somewhat like a pirate. Her hair was pulled up into a tight bun that was immaculately weaved. She hadn\u2019t felt this refreshed since\u2026 well, she couldn\u2019t remember when.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>De Lancre chuckled. \u201cI know, right? Think how strange it was for me, a man who grew up using outhouses.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignright size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/maite-and-kepa-v3b.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4558\" width=\"277\" height=\"387\" srcset=\"https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/maite-and-kepa-v3b.png 369w, https:\/\/buber.net\/Basque\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/maite-and-kepa-v3b-215x300.png 215w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 277px) 100vw, 277px\" \/><figcaption>The Adventures of Maite and Kepa<em> is a weekly serial. While it is a work of fiction, it has elements from both my own experiences and stories I&#8217;ve heard from various people. The characters, while in some cases inspired by real people, aren&#8217;t directly modeled on anyone in particular. I expect there will be inconsistencies and factual errors. I don&#8217;t know where it is going, and I&#8217;ll probably forget where it&#8217;s been. Why am I doing this? To give me an excuse and a deadline for some creative writing and because I thought people might enjoy it. Gozatu!<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>Maite sat back down at her place at the table. \u201cWhy am I here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>De Lancre took a sip of his coffee before answering her. \u201cI\u2019ve been wanting to talk to you for a long time now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat do you mean? We\u2019ve only met once before.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>De Lancre raised an eyebrow. \u201cMaybe for you. But, for me, we\u2019ve met many times now. You and the boy\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cKepa,\u201d interjected Maite sternly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYes, Kepa. We\u2019ve had a number of run-ins that more often than not end violently. I want to stop that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cStop it how?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBy making a truce.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHold on,\u201d interrupted Maite. \u201cYou have to know already that a truce won\u2019t hold. You\u2019ve already said we have numerous violent run-ins in my future. You already know this won\u2019t work.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDo I?\u201d asked de Lancre. He shrugged as he looked out over the city. \u201cTo be honest, after all of this time, after hopping around from one time to another, I really don\u2019t know how all of this works. Maybe, by talking to you so early in the process, I can change how the rest of this goes.\u201d He returned his gaze to Maite. \u201cAt the very least, I wanted to get to know you a bit more. I find you\u2026 intriguing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maite cursed herself as she blushed. The last thing she wanted to hear was flattery from this murderer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou can hold me captive, but as soon as Kepa finds the zatia, this will all end.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAbout that,\u201d began de Lancre. He snapped a finger and another spherical drone floated into the room. This one was slightly bigger. As it hovered in front of de Lancre, he touched something on his wrist and a compartment slid open. A bright light burst forth and Maite could see the zatia inside. \u201cI already have it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Maite lunged across the table toward the drone, but de Lancre simply touched his wrist. The compartment slid closed and the drone jumped up out of reach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>De Lancre simply shook his head as Maite lay sprawled on the table in a puddle of coffee. \u201cAnd you just got cleaned up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhy?\u201d asked Maite as she looked up at de Lancre. \u201cWhy haven\u2019t you collected it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI like this time,\u201d replied de Lancre. \u201cLook at me, look at how important I am, how much influence I have.\u201d He shrugged again. \u201cI\u2019m just enjoying myself too much right now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>If you get this post via email, the return-to address goes no where, so please write <a href=\"mailto:blas@buber.net\">blas@buber.net<\/a> if you want to get in touch with me.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThat was\u2026 different,\u201d said Maite as she returned to the patio. The robe was gone, replaced with a billowing top that left her midriff bare but extended to her wrists. 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