twentieth-century novel where an ancient Old Earth organization called the Illuminati is featured.” Both my grandmother and I froze at the mention of the word Illuminati.
I subvocalized, “Wilson would you please…” All I heard was Yes and then he was gone.
“Grandmother I sent a friend to go check it out.” She nodded at me. I looked at Isabella. “Is this school only for the Cabal?”
“Pretty much. I think they have a few classes not related to the organization, but everyone I met there was either a member or an affiliate. All of my classes centered around Cabal lessons. After my second year they began grooming me for my position as the Ambassador's wife.”
“He was married at that time, wasn’t he?” I was both fascinated and horrified at the implications of all what she was saying.
“Yes, his wife’s name was Margaret. You may have heard me tell Arthur that I pushed her? That is mostly the truth. Let me finish and I will explain. For two years they trained me to be the perfect wife. I was trained in every aspect of his life: Politics, his diet, hobbies, sports, and sexual preferences. I knew the man better than I knew myself. I was trained to understand what he liked and disliked. My training was almost complete when the Cabal tested me. Everyone is tested constantly for reliability and fervor to the cause. My test was the second hardest thing to do in my life.”
“What happened?”
“Margaret’s aircar was pulled off course by a malfunctioning GPS system. The Cabal arranged it to happen of course. She ended up in a mountainous region of Mars. Unable to contact anyone she was beginning to panic when the Cabal hit team arrived. She thought they were there to save her. She was wrong. I had been brought along to observe the whole thing and report back. It was also my test. I was given another choice. Either I push her off the cliff or I would join her at the bottom of the ravine. I made my choice and was officially inducted into the Cabal. My parents… My parents were proud of me! I later discovered that every member had done something similar as their test. After that it was child’s play to put me in the right place at the right time to meet and marry Arthur.”
“Did they keep in touch with you, give you orders to influence him?”
“Of course they did. I gave him regular drugs in his food or drinks that altered his memory. Agents sent by the Cabal used hypnosis on him and set certain trigger words in his brain. It was one of those that I used to help him kill himself. I have done so many horrible things in my life. I promise I will try to make amends before they kill me.”
“What do you mean by that?” I wanted to know too.
“There is no escape they always kill traitors or those that disappoint them. Rule one is…”
“Rule one? There are defined rules?”
“Oh yeah. There are three basic ones. Never tell anyone about the Cabal. Do not involve friend's and family in the Cabal, if the Cabal wishes a family member to know they will tell them. Assume that the Cabal knows everything. Breaking rules one and two are very bad for everyone.”
“How bad?”
“When the rule is broken they know. They always know. There is a group of assassins that protect and control the members of the Cabal. They are called the Wardens of the Gate. Most just call them the Wardens. The will kill the rule breaker and his whole family including any close friends and supporters. If possible, that person will just vanish from all records and accounts. Gone!” She pursed her lips as if in thought. “A good example would be Senator Colman. He was part of the Imperial Senate. Rumor has it he screwed up really badly. If you check, you will find that his whole family is gone. Any close friends have either moved or died.”
Amalie turned to her right and yelled at someone to check that out. Most likely Gaston since he was her go-to-guy. “We