Hello and welcome to the Plymouth Arts Center. We're in the great room today and we are having our 15th and final student show exhibit. This this exhibit culminates all the work that the artist, the students have done this past year and I have been the resident oil painting instructor here for about 18 years now. I'll be retiring next year and so we're having this one final exhibit and I do believe it is absolutely the best. And as you can see there's gorgeous artwork everywhere. We have a wonderful turnout and in a little bit we're going to be talking to a lot of the students and looking at the artwork up closer. So thank you for joining us today. I hope you enjoy the show and we'll be with you to show you and talk to you about some of the artwork very soon. This painting by Nancy Spindler is of her husband's farm where he grew up. The name of it is Winter on the Farm and it is just a glorious version of what it looks like in the countryside in the winter time. And Nancy, Nancy Spindler, I would like you to tell me how did you come to to want to paint this particular piece? When my husband and I were first married, we were both college students and didn't have much money. Unfortunately, a child came along before we had much money and we used to spend a lot of weekends here at this farm sled riding and I painted this picture for my daughter because those are some of the happiest memories she has from childhood all the times we spent sledding here. Thank you very very much Nancy. It turned out gorgeous. I love it. Thank you. This beautiful painting, it was done from life. All the beautiful fruit that we could find we put into this brass bowl and we put it on the table and Marc Montabas, the artist, painted it from life. It's one of the most gorgeous paintings and the fruit looks so delicious to me that you could taste it. Marc, what about this? For me it's the apples because the getting the right colors, the right reds in combination with the yellows have always been a real challenge for me. I find the grapes a little easier to do but the apples in particular and this particular painting anyway were a real challenge for me. Other than that, I'd say that the next in line would be the pears on top. Excuse me, what did you enjoy the most? The thing I enjoyed the most I think is doing the background and the canvas. I guess I'm partial to the lavender and the black coloration. It really offered a sharp contrast to the colors of the fruit that were in the bowl itself. And I enjoy doing grapes. For some reason they're fun to do. I just want to tell you, I think this painting is one of your best. I just love it and thank you so much Marc for being my student and for being here today at our final, for our final exhibit, student exhibit. Thank you. You're very welcome. Thank you. Thank you very much Kitty. And here we are with Caroline Whelan. She is the artist that painted the King of North Point. It's a gorgeous old-looking tree here and is frosty and cold-looking. Caroline, whatever in the world though made you call it the King of North Point. To me he looked like an old weather tree that had been through a lot already and we're so often drawn to the lake and to me he's seen a lot and you can tell how he's weathered a lot and I think we all often feel like that ourselves too and we find refuge in coming to the lake and contemplating things and celebrating things in our lives. Well, I want to tell you you did a beautiful job of capturing the feel and the whole essence of what you just said. It comes through loud and strong and thank you so much. Thank you, Kitty. Thank you. And now we're with Katie Mix and Katie is the artist that painted the sandpiper. This lovely little painting, a still life painted from life but it's of things from the ocean and I'm going to let Katie tell you more about this. Thank you. Thank you. When we were in Florida this last winter the sandpipers were what caught my eye a lot. We had beautiful white sand beach and this is kind of what put it in my mind that I would like to do a painting of the sandpiper and of course the seashells have always been a favorite of mine too. Thank you very much, Katie. You did a marvelous job on that and I love I love the composition and the little bird and it's just it's really really beautiful. Thank you. And here we are with Ruth Meyers painting of the Smith Brothers fish shanty. This is the most beautiful painting. I think the thing that I love the most about it is how she's captured the reflections in the water. It's a beautiful painting. Tell me Ruth what was it about this particular scene that made you choose to to paint that as your landscape for this show? My husband is from Port Washington and he's taken pictures in certain ways it was deteriorating and he always wanted me to paint this scene so I'm making him happy. If we don't make our husbands happy we're in deep trouble so I'm glad you did it but it's beautiful hun. You captured the feel of it beautifully. I am very proud of you. Thank you. Well here we are our artist is Laura Lines in this most beautiful flowering tree in bloom and the title of the painting is along the second fairway by Laura Lines and Laura where in the world did you take this photograph? Where is this? It's just gorgeous and the play of color of the pinks and violets against the greens that color and complement it just sends it home it's just a gorgeous painting but tell me where is it? Well spring kitty is my favorite season of the year and this was taken a photograph taken in door county on a small nine-hole golf course in sister bay called bay ridge and we were golfing with some friends and I saw the tree and I just had to stop and take a photograph because I knew I would want to paint it. Well you did a beautiful job and thank you so much it's absolutely gorgeous and and thank you for being a student of mine for all these years and I'm sorry that this is our final show in a way it's a great turnout lots of people and lots of fun and and you you did a ride for the arts in Milwaukee this morning before you came here right how did that go? Well we have participated in the United Performing Arts Fund Ride for the Arts for about five years now and it's a fundraiser for the PAC in Milwaukee and we did a shortened version of the ride this year so we could make it back in time for the student show here but it was a good ride a little windy a little cold and slight bit of rain as we started but other than that it went quite well. Thank you very much Laura and thank you for being able to make it make it back on time. There we go now I would like the following people to come up here and stand with me Barb Clarebout, Carolyn Flash, Edie Spat, Lois Light, Lois is here with us today, Lorraine both Lemenis and Sharon Porfilio could you please come up here this first award that I'm about to present is an award of participation come to classes they've done the work I felt that everybody in the show deserved an award this year so this is the participation award and pass those out this is my assistant Lynn and she just got here and so she's kind of shooting from the you should have one for Edie Spat. All right well thank you very much. A group of awards go to the students that received a vote for their painting okay so these are not the runners up these are the students that received a vote and a vote for your painting from your peers is a very important thing it really is so I felt that the people that had received a vote all deserved a ribbon also okay so I need Carol Edwards and Jenny Hughes and Penny Clefstad Ed and Mrs. Lyle Krause, Shirley Van Stelly, Nareen Wolfe and Kathleen Wallenberg to please step up now these are for receiving you know notice of the hard work that you put into your painting and Mrs. Krause's case she's accepting for her late husband who was one of the best students I have ever had in my entire 20 some years. We have the runners up so Nancy Spindler for September okay would you please step forward Ruth Jaeger for Salt River Bay U.S. Virgin Islands Jane Coombs for Auden Splendor on Highway FF Fernsler for Jersey Shores at Don on stock for fishing companions at rest now we're getting down to the last three runner-ups Katie Mix for Caught in Castle second runner-up Judith Stockinger first runner-up Laura Lines for Love of Hydrangeas the third place winner is Pat Koop for Sea Lion Rock the second place winner for Old Time's Sake is Mark Montaba for first place the tie is between Ruth Meyer for Collectibles Ruth Bieland for Delicate Reds there's just one award to left and that is the best of show and that goes to Joan Schwabbe. Hi dear girl just another day right over there thank you all now my assistant will go around and put the little cards on the top winning paintings so that you can see which ones won and we still have another hour and a half to go so eat drink and be married okay with the winner of Best of Show just another day a pair of old scuffed up boots by artist Joan Schwabbe and she took away the top honor today for this painting and she so deserved so deserved the all of the votes that she that she received and I want to tell you that the votes are the students vote for their peers it's it's the student's choice award so it's not like someone else came in and just said oh I like this winner I like that one no her peers her students classmates actually voted her the best in this show and Joan I want to ask you why I mean you won Best of Show but why in the world did you pick an old pair of boots to paint well it represents the working people in my family and my son had asked me to do his boots and I wanted to show the boots with some character almost like the lines in your face as you grow old these show many many hours of hard work and dedication to a job that all of my family participate in whether they're military boots farm boots factory boots well they also represent all the hard work that you put into them too thank you so much and congratulations on a wonderful job thank you this portrait that I'm standing next to is a portrait of Lyle Krause one of my best students who passed away on March 17th of 2013 he was one of the best students I've ever had in all of my years of teaching and his last wish in class was to do a self-portrait I decided to do that portrait for him because he wasn't able to and so I have hung as a memorial here some of the paintings that Lyle did throughout the years he was an accomplished artist he always came to class ready to learn and eager to learn he never missed unless he absolutely had to he was a gem of a man and a gem of a student and he will never be forgotten and so I want to thank all of you the viewers today for being with us at our final and 15th student exhibition the exhibit this is our final show we won't be having any more because I'll be retiring this one is the best by far and I thank you so much for being with us today and joining in thank you so much this is Kitty Linclish from the Plymouth Arts Center great room thank you and bye bye for now


We have got Karazhan today. I'm trying something completely new. I'm trying a Rhett tank build I'm gonna off tank instead of like mostly end up kind of like main tanking some bosses, but it's gonna be good It's gonna be fun and we're gonna try it out Today, I'm going to see if I can tank this as retribution with some points and Prott I won't be main tanking Karazhan. Can I tank Karazhan as Rhett off tank?  No, I'm gonna go like almost all Rhett. If this is a bad idea. I will just leave and respect. Okay, so I'm gonna try this readout precision Maybe get some toughness Try and get Kings. Okay, and then I go with benediction improved judgment Improves ill of crusader conviction. I need crusader strike. I do that kind of feel like I need the parry Do I do that for the build get one point and parry and I just don't get pursuit of justice Do I drop improved crusader? I feel like that's a big part of my like what I bring to the table. I mean Maybe I just have to go with that Maybe that's the build I go with. Yeah, we're trying something totally new here by the way This is this is this is uncharted territory for me. It's something completely new completely new Good so far. Hey so far. I feel like my threat is pretty good. I'm trying a Rhett tank build Okay, I'm trying a hybrid build. I've got five points in holy 14 points in prop 42 points in Rhett. We're gonna try something completely new I'm gonna off tank instead of like mostly end up kind of like main tanking some bosses because I think one I Will be able to be utilized a little bit better But also I get to play a little bit of red and kerosene, which I haven't gotten to do yet It's not the best damage build, but it's gonna be good. It's gonna be fun and we're gonna try it out So let's see if we can do it worst case scenario. I'll leave. I'll respect and I'll come back But let's get after it. We got ottoman first three two one He's fun immediately Right every time I jump he moves Come in right let's disperse this petty rapper Always new okay good. Okay. Hey first boss huge success. I think that was great Like I was very very happy about that Okay, I'll be insanely lucky if this is the case What are the chances somebody has crusader enchant and can come outside kerosene and give me a crusader enchant and a stack of 100 symbols can I get uber eats and wow they'll get door-dash enchant can anybody do that up to be good I'll give you I'll give you two gold 2 1 Unannounced visitors preparations must be Okay, good Okay, good. I got aggro on two of them. I'm writing second thread on morose dude. I am pumping threat Dude, I'm a rat tank not bad Not bad at all How terribly close not bad at all wow long goose all right awesome We have our we have our uber delivery on the way. I'm gonna run outside real quick and radicals and do enchant for me Okay, cool. We got our stuff dude. I I'm telling you This rettang build is really like I find this impressive dude We'll see if it we'll see if it holds up the whole the whole raid Okay, so now this is kind of why this this fight right here. It's kind of the reason that I wanted to go rettang I'm kind of useless, but I'm not main tanking it so we can do something a little bit different So on this fight a lot of like I don't really do anything as an off tank on this fight So now I'm going rett See now I just flip on the right gear and I'm like hey, let's roll Now my damage isn't gonna be as good as it normally is because I'm missing a couple things Like not having pursuit of justice kind of sucks Not having saying to my judgment kind of sucks Listen chat. That's what it's all about. It's all about versatility Availability I'm available to tank. I'm available to DPS. I can do whatever you need Okay, you give us a little bit of support pop a few consumes. You're all good. You just got to make sure that your spec Right, okay, that's all it takes. Let's go get after it. We're about to pull That's all it takes three two one Your behavior will not be tolerated This is the first time I've DPS on this too, so still twisting on this one. It's like really rough actually Iron guns the maiden. Oh Decent tanking gloves. I have tier four. Here it is chat Romeo and Juliet chat. That's what we got today. That means we'll have Two tanks on Romeo and Juliet separately.  I gotta I gotta get my seat. The show's about to start two one Let's go 22,000 and 22,000 222 Romulo, I come Do I drink to be Will they'll provoke me then have at the boy No, they'll smile upon the stroke Come gentle night and give me back my Romulo Good job very good Urso leggings and what Romulo's poison vial very very good trinket chat very good I don't know how good it is for red, but but it's a very good trinket in general Why like why are you telling me something? I'm doing is wrong whenever it's clearly working out You want to look listen? These are naysayers Okay, that's how it works They they doubt because they can't not because they won't not because they don't know because they can't they're incapable What do we do? Yes, we rise above that's right.  Did where's the heels? Red tank you're grieving the group.  Hey, listen up Yeah, you guys want to come in here? You guys want to you guys want to step in them? This isn't even mid-east tower. This is my tower Okay, this is my tower now. This is a ret prior on the tower. Okay. We're doing a little bit of ret tanking.  We've been kicking ass all night tanking morose dps maiden tank Opera event best is the standard Best is the standard. That's why I play the best builds. I invent the best builds. I got the best gear I got the best skill Number one number one ret number one everything Number one bathroom break time. I gotta go take a leak or else.  Basically if I die that means I can't by the way if I die that means I can't One Brick I actually tanked it just fine, but then I pulled aggro whenever I switched to dps mode Okay, kill the boss because I died, but I died once I started dpsing. I'm dying of mechanics. I died of aggro Uh, okay, everybody's ready on that one. Here we go two one Remember we are interrupting the mana or sorry Her missiles March the blizzard. It's already blizzard. So it's going to be going around the room. It's like a tornado. That's the indicator Someone out Break your slow every can Wait for us to get back in there though. Okay, pop musk Okay, stop moving now stop moving. Okay, come in sneak trap Danish the water hellies I have a few more tricks up my sleeve Look at that ret tank, dude Iran's soothing sapphire boosts the anchor up nice nice Dude, I need a game fuel. I need some juice. What's going on here. Juiceless.  Okay guys. Here it is The chess event The greatest minds in azeroth have come together today To fight chess grand master of the black rock orcs. Yes, that's right highly intelligent humans night elves Draenai gnomes and dwarfs have come together to compete in a test of wits and mental prowess Against the savage savage orcish horde Look, they're they're disgusting. They're unintelligent. They live in mud huts. They cheat They're gonna throw flames at us during this event. It's disgusting. But you know what?     I'll be right back Okay, holy lance deals 2000 damage to any orc piece Located into three spaces directly.  I'm healing boom. You want 12k health? There it is dude healing god. Look at this. I'm going in. I'm going in I'm going ham on this Look at them. Look dude.  See sometimes Sometimes sometimes you have to be selfless Okay Sometimes you say look, I don't need to be king. I don't need to be queen. I don't need to be conjurer I don't need to be whatever the hell rook knight. I don't need that sometimes you go and you say look I will heal Sometimes you're gracious other times It's all the time. That's why for me. I'm the most gracious paladin there is I always sacrifice and always give to the the peons The the pawns It doesn't matter. I heal. I heal. I heal. I heal.  Okay That's how it works. Wait a king's defender dropped But I just got nobody else can use it chat. You know what that means It looks like ret tank is here to stay Oh, I just realized this is my first time dpsing this Like uh in forever. Yeah and people you run here Not where the flare is but this corner.  What is the timing of that the exact second unbelievable? Good job Dude, I literally hit seal of blood as the infebel hit Helm of the fallen defender. Yeah fallen. Hello Gore howl dropped what we're gonna do is we're gonna tank on this side of the Room and then when he goes to banish phase, we're all gonna run over to the windows Off-heel everybody up until he's back in portal phase and we'll get back in position Tables will we one shot this boss? Yes or no green three two one real Uh, save the second misdirect for the or other portal phase for us. I have read. Yeah has blue Dude, they got rid of my mana bar I'll void zones too. I'm gonna have to say that. Oh, dude. I'm gonna run to the window To the window Okay, next one will be s-fand in red booty. You will have blue. I will have green get a misdirect on s-fand when we are out of this Phase is ending soon. Here we go It's on me s-fand just stay in red. You'll get it in a second Here we go. Okay, we're going to run to the blue. You see where the blue portal is We're gonna run to that corner when he goes the end of the phase I'll just run behind that bookcase over there. We'll be safe Next phase is going to be back to portal portal phase one, which is me in the red Yeah, and blue s-fand green less and then we'll kill him. Oh pop him pop him. It's on me Getting green getting green I forgot to actually switch my gear Nice one shot. Very good. Very good. Nice one shot You fly hacking forward You'll levitate op Okay, here we go Nightbane the thing I really need off of nightbane is this guy. You have to build iron striders of urgency That's when you have to build thread-on. This is our first ever attempt on this. We haven't this this group has not done this boss before All right, here we go Three two one Run to the range good drop your stuff here Make sure you guys are hiding. Okay. Go go go Okay, this is where I spent some healing We have threat Okay back to positions back to position right where this phone stuff is You've moved a little bit, but we're here That's gonna get one shot because it's red I just hit him with a white attack if they make it if they make it to the next phase that should battle res me They're battle res me It's not yet It's on me. It's on clover's span heal clover's. I'm sure she doesn't die If they survive this if we survive this and then lost then we're good Okay, so then you need to move towards them Range will kill the ads I have any girl you can lust every beat both groups lost. Yeah, this would be a kill. This should be a kill Nice. Nice. Good job More stuff for us fin too Oh So I guess got some the chest played Cool Nice new tanking chest As you know as fend I'm popping my wow cherry, but I already feel like we have a similar play style I too tend to watch others kill mobs while I'm the corpse only to grab loot at the end and feel accomplished I was important in that fight. Okay. I had I had the wisdom running and I was healing I think maybe it's just better if I just dps on that one My unbelievable pyro. Well really I just right I just right clicked Hey, overall, I think ret tanking cara was an overwhelming success I'm going to keep playing that build in carazan. I can dps some bosses I can tank some other bosses just depending on what what the fight needs Overwhelming success. I I was so happy with the results of that


252 is the previous channel and we talked about, we talked about this on the weekend update, right? This baby, this baby channel, baby macro channel, it confirmed both legs of this big macro defense took out the 10-day moving average. Welcome to Access to Trader, the number one community for those who are committed to taking control of their trading in order to achieve success, profitability, and longevity. Thank you for joining us. Here's Dan Shapiro to help you find your edge, master your process, and own your future. Hey guys, good evening everybody. Welcome to another edition of the AccessToTrader.com nightly wrap-up show. If everybody is doing well, help a day. We'll talk about that in a second. If you are brand new to the channel, and you can tell them just wiped out exhausted, if you're brand new to the channel, welcome aboard guys. We really appreciate you stopping by, spending 10, 15 minutes of your day with us so we can give you at least my point of view of what the market is doing on a day-to-day basis. Again, I'm not in the prediction business, I'm not in the guessing business, I'm in the collection of data business, and I trade off that data. But if you are brand new guys, welcome aboard. You know, welcome aboard. Like, subscribe, share this channel. It's a pretty cool niche situation that we have here. And the most important part is we are unbiased, and we tell it, we take what the market gives us, and that's the most important part. So, if you watched the weekend update, and that was all the way yesterday, right? If you watched the weekend update, we talked about key levels, right? We talked about the key levels on the queues. All you gotta do is go one, you know, literally one video back, one day back. We talked about the upside, the bulls needed to reclaim 366.30s that obviously didn't happen. And, you know, we talked about the numbers, right? We talked about 360 on the queues. That was the bottom of the 10-day support. So, you have the five-day got rejected, the 10-day support got broken down, and we got right to the first measure potential move into the 357s. You know, kind of stretch out one more day to 356.30, yeah, maybe you could. We talked about in a video yesterday, I gave every single reason why this thing was a pretty good must-watch for today's session, right? We talked about a roundabout exhaustion cycle taking place. I have four days in a row of higher lows. It stopped at the 10-day moving average. We talked about the birth of the trade to the upside. Well, it's definitely the birth of the trade to the downside. And there was actually a small catalyst, right? Small catalyst was, they already had their sharehold meeting, and it was sold, right? It's sold into the shareholders meeting. And today's set up, again, a 10-day break, which was absolutely phenomenal, okay? Absolutely phenomenal. And the last one we talked about was a little car company that's masquerading as a technology company. And we said, hey, look, watch out for Tesla, right? Keep an eye on it. There's the bottom of the range here. And if it starts going, getting below the bottom of the range, hey, there's a shot this thing can pull. This thing pulled. Guys, anyway, we'll talk about the pivot to the second. Hope everybody is doing well. Look, the overall macro point of the market is very simple, okay? So we had this pretty big three-week run, okay? And once we started talking about the markets moving up too far, too fast, it wasn't a testament to, that's it. I'm calling for the top of the market. This is it, the market. I don't care what you buy. You're gonna lose money in the market. How can you possibly buy? No, it wasn't any of that. We were just taking advantage of the exhaustion trade, right? The gravity trade. And the stocks that had the biggest probability of a pullback are the ones that held, let this rally in the first place, then the videos of the world, the AMDs of the world, the Tesla's of the world, right? Those are the stocks that went parabolic.  And once it finally took out the previous day's channel, well, this is exactly what's happening. We got a really, really great three, four day decline in the markets. And if you look at the cues, we're pretty much sitting on this rising 20 day support. Again, this wasn't meant to be that, hey, I chose the top of the market. I called the top of the market.   I'm a guy who just trades day to day that accepts price action for what it is. I don't fight price action. I really, really believe in technical analysis. And when you do believe in technical analysis and stop getting out of this whole, you get out of this whole social media mentality that you have to thank somebody for trades, that you have to revere somebody, you put them on a pedestal.  I promise you, nobody's pulling the strings. There's no man sitting there behind the curtain. These are charts. We all have these charts. The difference between somebody trading for 20 months or 20 years is they've been through the lures. They've been in the foxholes. They know exactly what happens if you put on your visors, your blindness and you don't see what's happening. We had an exhaustion cycle. We had an intermediate breakdown. We had a rise of the 60 minute channels. We have a rise of the daily channels. And here we are today, right? So the question is going into tomorrow after all this happened today or actually the last happened the last three, four days. Well, what happens next? And that's kind of one of those scenarios that everybody has an opinion, everybody has a guess. I'm kind of on the fence going into tomorrow. You know, do I think there's a shot we get one more day down and kind of test this bottom channel here on the cues roughly around the 356 area? Yeah, I think there's a shot there, right? I do. I think there's a shot there. I do also believe that the fact that we came in such a high levels and are meeting such an aggressive area for a potential balance, you know, it's also noteworthy to think, hey, if we get a gap up and we go red then yeah, I do believe we'll test this bottom channel is where you have to be very, very careful for tomorrow. And this is kind of why I'm a little bit on the fence of what I think is going to happen tomorrow. The problem is if we gap down and for all you guys who are holding runners in the cues Tesla in the video, yeah, you want that, right? That's exactly what you want. But if you're not, you know, if you are not, if you're not short overnight and we get a gap down into rising support, just look at the last time we hit rising support. That was right over here. You see this, this is basically the same area, right? And the last time we hit rising support was May the fifth and it gap down, they reclaimed the macro support and they started rallying. It's turned into a really, really aggressive month rally. So it's one of those situations that if you're not long, excuse me, if you're not short overnight and they gap down the cues to this 356 level, keep an eye on it, because if the bulls can defend this 356 or if they can reclaim it after a further pull and start going green on the day, maybe we could get finally that snapback rally, but it's a very, very delicate situation here on the chart to kind of say, well, I definitely think the market's going to go this way, where I definitely think the market's going to go that way. I think it's more of a situation that if you have your overnights, you have your runners and you get an extra push at the open on the video, Tesla, again, the cues, then, you know, take your profits, right? Absolutely, take your profits. This is a phenomenal move, phenomenal day. You couldn't plan out it more. More important, we talked about all three of these scenarios in last night's videos. It's not like something that I woke up this morning and go, hey, Tesla's short and the video's short, the cues, if they start losing, well, it's a short. Again, guys, always keep this in mind, 90% of your value, right? And that's a big, big word that we use. 90% of your value is always going to come on the previous nice research. So when I recorded the video on Sunday, Sunday morning, I already did the research two, three days in a row and I already stole where my value is. It's very, very rare that you're going to wake up, open up, you know, log into your system at 9.30 and say, well, where's the hot stuck in the day? Yeah, that's a retail way of trading. And as soon as the market starts going the wrong way, right? Next thing you know, you start seeing a whole bunch of, well, cash is a position. Yeah, cash is a position when you don't know how to trade on both sides, of course it's a position.  You could be wrong, okay? It's okay to be wrong. I'm wrong every single day in my thinking, sometimes I'm not, but I'm wrong a lot. The key is don't be wrong. You could be wrong theoretically, just don't be wrong financially.  So that's bullish. Well, I turned around, I go, well, wasn't the same argument on the way up that only five stocks was taking us higher and then look where we are. So it's a little bit too early to say, if this is the start of a really aggressive, big topping out process that could spill over into July, or is this just an orderly pullback into the 20 day moving average? I guess tomorrow we'll see exactly who has control if possible on this 356 level and whoever has control, they could seize that demand zone. I think we'll have a, you know, a much more clarity to see exactly what happens next. Sometimes again, it's pretty clear to see what you think is gonna happen the next day. Sometimes a little bit more, well, let's wait and see, let the market do the heavy lifting for us and see exactly what happens next. And that's exactly how I wanna approach tomorrow's date. So let's talk about today, right? Let's talk about today guys. And again, if you are a brand new washer of this channel, I treat beta, I treat technology or AKA the mega cap stocks. I don't try to be right. I don't try to be perfect. I'm a human being. I'm doing this going on my 25th year. I've been doing this for a very, very long time, way too long, half my life long time. But, you know, I still get a kick of trying to figure things out that other people don't see. And the key is these channels, right? We're not guessing, we're not anticipating, we're waiting for these channels to develop. And when they do and they match our thesis, they match our synopsis of what we think is gonna happen. And it is pretty cool when they confirm technically. So let's talk about it, right? Tesla 252 and 248, the key levels, if they build below can flush. That's an understatement. Tesla, yeah, it built the below. I started shorting it off that 252 breakdown, right? So 252 is the previous channel. And we talked about this on the weekend update, right? This baby channel, baby macro channel, it confirmed both legs of this big macro defense took out the 10 day moving average. And now the stock is trading a dollar, it's trading at 240. I think there's a shot we get to 237, 238.  By the time you're watching this broadcast, right now it's trading 240 after hours. Who knows, Tesla maybe gets to 237, 238. If that's the case, try to close out your position if you're short equity or if you're long puts, you might wanna consider buying some equity against your position to kind of flatten yourself out. But either way, just an absolutely phenomenal move. 252, 240 trading after hours right now, really, really awesome. We talked about the cues, right? We talked about the cues on the nightly update. Again, nobody, guys, again, the market's not trying to trick you. Nobody's trying to trick you. This 36, right, 363, 30s to the upside, 360 to the downsides, right? We talked about these levels. These aren't, nobody's trying to surprise or put some money in a situation. They're caught off guard. So it took out the 360, I mean, just a beautiful move. You got another two and a half point move on the cues, just phenomenal. Again, I think, again, this 356 level is going to be kind of the line in the sand for both the bull and bearer. We'll see what exactly what happens tomorrow. I was watching for Qualcomm below the 50-day moving average and never got there. Actually, it was green on the day. I was watching for SMCI to build below 214, never got there. Chewie did nothing, Chewie did nothing. Went up like 20 cents, went up like 20 cents before reverse, nothing there on Chewie. AUR never got to the 250 level. Maurin never got the 1310. Congratulations guys for all you guys. It took Coinbase, 62 needs to build. Coinbase went nuts at the open. I didn't, I didn't trade into Coinbase. I was waiting for the video. I was waiting for Tesla. It turned out great, absolutely great. So it confirmed the 62 and went to 66. Congratulations for all you guys who took Coinbase. I believe we talked about Coinbase on the weekend update as well. And here's my whole point guys. Here's my whole point of why we trade both sides of the channel. Don't fall in love with the stock, fall in love with the channel. So on the video we were watching for the upside, 42810 for Crate, we claims the five-day. Obviously that didn't happen. This was the absolute screaming move of the day. I thought Tesla, actually, I'm gonna say Tesla was just because. Anyway, but 420 held twice. If it builds below can flush to the 10-day confirmation. Again, we talked about this on the weekend update. And the video just got destroyed, absolutely destroyed. Took out the 420 and went all the way down to 401. Just phenomenal, absolutely phenomenal move. Congratulations, you guys who caught that. Nice little scalp for us in the beginning of the day. 131 needs to build for Amazon. We caught a nice little cash flow move on it. Nothing crazy, but nice little move before rejected. MDB didn't confirm, TTD didn't confirm, ONN didn't confirm, this guy confirmed. Big shout out to Elon.  I think I could speak for a lot of us to say, hope to God speed, you're around with us for a very, very long time. And again, everything's just going nuts. Cues just absolutely. So I went out to lunch and I said, do I really need to come back today? All right, I'll see you guys in 10 minutes. But awesome, absolutely awesome. So look, there's these depress when you have your setups, when you have everything play out, lined up perfectly and everything confirms. Those are brilliant days. Those are wonderful days. Unfortunately, everything else in the market, you have to be really, really patient. You have to grind it out. Some days you're going to get no value. Some days you're going to get a lot of value. But the key is to make it to the next day. And if you are a brand new trader and this is your first dive of technical analysis, hey, listen, if you want to come to the webinar, let me introduce you to the wonderful world of pivots. We're the only people on the planet who trade in this matter. I developed the PS60 theory in 2012. This is going on our what, 11th, 12th year trading the pivots out of the 24, going on 25 that I'm trading. It's pretty cool. The key is it's very, very patient. It's very methodical. But the key is you are trading alongside with institutional capital because they're making the bets in the options market in that direction. And when they do confirm, it really is a pretty cool thing. Guys, God bless everybody. Hope everybody is doing well. If you are coming aboard and going to be in the webinar, welcome, and I will look forward to working with you. Have a great night, everybody. I'll see you guys tomorrow.


CHAPTER XIV OF THE ADVENTURES OF MAYA THE BEE. CHAPTER XIV THE SENTINEL. Soon, however, the little bee's despair yielded to a definite resolve. It was as though she once more called to mind that she was a bee. Here I am, weeping and wailing, she thought, as if I had no brains, and as if I were a weakling. Oh, I'm not much of an honor to my people and my queen. They are in danger, I am doomed anyhow. So since death is certain one way or another, I may as well be proud and brave and do everything I can to try to save them. It was as though Maya had completely forgotten the long time that had passed since she left her home. More strongly than ever she felt herself one of her people, and the great responsibility that suddenly devolved upon her through the knowledge of the Hornet's plot filled her with fine courage and determination. If my people are to be vanquished and killed, I want to be killed too, but first I must do everything in my power to save them. Long live my queen, she cried. Quiet in there, clanged harshly from the outside. Ugg, what an awful voice. The watchman making his rounds, then it was already late in the night. As soon as the watchman's footsteps had died away, Maya began to widen the chink through which she had peeped into the hall. It was easy to bite away the brittle stuff of the partition, though it took some time before the opening was large enough to admit her body. At length, in the full knowledge that discovery would cost her her life, she squeezed through into the hall. From remote depths of the fortress echoed the sound of loud snoring. The hall lay in a subdued blue light that found its way in through the distant entrance. The moonlight, Maya said to herself, she began to creep cautiously toward the exit, cowering close in the deep shadows of the walls, until she reached the high, narrow passageway that led from the hall to the opening through which the light shone. She heaved a deep sigh, far, far away, glimmered a star. Liberty, she thought. The passageway was quite bright, softly stepping oh so very softly, Maya crept on. The portal came nearer and nearer. If I fly now, she thought, I'll be out in one dash. Her heart pounded as if ready to burst. But there, in the shadow of the doorway, stood a sentinel leaning against a column. Maya stood still, rooted to the spot, vanished all her hopes, gone the chance of escape. There was no getting by that formidable figure. What was she to do? Best go back where she had come from. But the sight of the giant in the doorway held her in a spell. He seemed to be lost in reverie. He stood gazing out upon the moonwashed landscape. His head tilted slightly forward, his chin propped on his hand. How his golden curious gleamed in the moonlight. Something in the way he stood there stirred the little bee's emotions. He looked so sad, she thought. How handsome he is, how superbly he holds himself, how proudly his armor shines. He never removes it, neither by day nor by night.  Little Maya quite forgot that this man was her enemy. Ah, how often the same thing had happened to her, that the goodness of her heart and her delight and beauty made her lose all sense of danger. A golden dart of light shot from the bandit's helmet. He must have turned his head. My God! whispered Maya. This is the end of me. But the sentinel said quietly. Just come here, child. What? cried Maya. You saw me? All the time, child.  Then you crept along, crept along, tucking yourself very neatly into the dark places until you reached the spot where you're standing. Then you saw me, and you lost heart. Am I right? Yes, said Maya, quite right. Her whole body shook with terror. The sentinel then had seen her the entire time. She remembered having heard how keen were the senses of these clever frebooters. What are you doing here? He asked, good-humoredly. Maya still thought he looked sad. His mind seemed to be far away, and not to concern itself with what was of such moment to her. I'd like to get out, she answered, and I'm not afraid. I was just startled. You looked so strong and handsome, and your arm are shown so. Now I'll fight you. The sentinel, slightly astonished, leaned forward and looked at Maya and smiled. It was not an ugly smile, and Maya experienced an entirely new feeling. The young warrior's smile seemed to exercise a mysterious power over her heart. No, little one. He said almost tenderly, you and I won't fight. You bees belong to a powerful nation, but man for man, we hornets are stronger. To do single battle with a bee would be beneath our dignity. If you like, you may stay here a little while and chat, but only a little while. Soon I'll have to wake the soldiers up, then back to your cell you must go. How curious! The hornet's lofty friendliness disarmed Maya more than anger or hate could have done. The feeling with which he inspired her was almost admiration. With great sad eyes she looked up at her enemy, and constrained, as always, to follow the impulses of her heart. She said, I have always heard bad things about hornets, but you are not bad. I can't believe you're bad. The warrior looked at Maya. There are good people and bad people everywhere, he said gravely, but you mustn't forget we are your enemies, and shall always remain your enemies. Must an enemy always be bad? asked Maya. Before, when you were looking out into the moonlight, I forgot that you were hard and dangerous. You seemed sad. And I have always thought that people who were sad couldn't possibly be wicked. The sentinel said nothing, and Maya continued more boldly. You are powerful.  But you can also set me free, if you want to. At this the warrior drew himself up, his armor clanked, and the arm he raised shone in the moonlight. But the moonlight was turning dimmer in the passageway. Was dawn coming already? You are right, he said. I can. My people and my queen have entrusted me with this power. My orders are that no bee who has set foot in this fortress shall leave it alive. I shall keep faith with my people. After a pause he added softly, as if to himself. I have learned by bitter experience how faithlessness can hurt. When lovey dear foresook me. Little Maya was overcome. She did not know what to say. Ah, the same sentiments moved her too. Love of her own kind, loyalty to her people. Nothing to be done here but to use force or strategy. Each did his duty, and yet each remained an enemy to the other. But hadn't the sentinel mentioned a name? Hadn't he said something about someone's having been unfaithful to him? Lovey dear, why, she knew lovey dear. The beautiful dragonfly who lived at the lakeside among the water lilies. Maya quivered with excitement. Here, perhaps, was her salvation. But she wasn't quite sure how much good her knowledge would be to her. So she said prudently. Who is lovey dear, if I may ask? Never mind, little one. She's not your affair, and she's lost to me forever. I shall never find her again. I know, miss lovey dear. Maya forced herself to put the utmost indifference into her tone. She belongs to the family of dragonflies, and she's the loveliest lady of all. A tremendous change came over the warrior. He seemed to have forgotten where he was. He leapt over to Maya's sides as if blown by a violent gust. What? You know lovey dear? Tell me where she is. Tell me right away. No. Maya spoke quietly and firmly. She glowed with secret delight.  The warrior drew dangerously close. It will be bitten off anyhow. Go ahead. I shan't betray the lovely dragonfly. She's a close friend of mine. You want to imprison her. The warrior breathed hard. In the gathering dawn Maya could see that his forehead was pale, and his eyes tragic with the inner struggle he was waging. Good God, he said wildly. It's time to rise the soldiers. No, no, little bee. I don't want to harm lovey dear. I love her.  Tell me where I shall find her again. Maya was clever. She purposely hesitated before she said, but I love my life. If you tell me where lovey dear lives, Maya could see that the sentinel spoke with difficulty and was trembling all over. I'll set you free. You can fly wherever you want. Will you keep your word? My word of honor as a brigand, said the sentinel proudly. Maya could scarcely speak, but if she was to be in time to warn her people of the attack every moment counted, her heart exalted. Very well, she said, I believe you. Listen then. Do you know the ancient linden trees near the castle?  In a cove at the south end where the brook empties into the lake the water lilies lie spread out on the water in the sunlight. Near them, in the rushes, is where lovey dear lives. You'll find her there every day at noon when the sun is high in the heavens. The warrior had pressed both hands to his pale brow. He seemed to be having a desperate struggle with himself. You're telling the truth, he said softly and groaned, whether from joy or pain it was impossible to tell. She told me she wanted to go where there were floating white flowers.  Fly away then, I thank you. And actually he stepped aside from the entrance. Day was breaking. It brigand keeps his word, he said. Not knowing that Maya had overheard the deliberations in the council chamber he told himself that one small bee, more or less, made little difference. Weren't there hundreds of others? Good-bye! cried Maya, breathless with haste, and flew off without a word of thanks. As a matter of fact there was no time to spare. End of Chapter 14 Chapter 15 of The Adventures of Maya the Bee Chapter 15 The Warning Little Maya summoned every bit of strengthened willpower she had left. Like a bullet shot from the muzzle of a gun, bees can fly faster than most insects. She darted through the purpling dawn in a lightning beeline for the woods, where she knew she would be safe for the moment, and could hide herself away should the hornet regret having let her go and follow in pursuit. Gossamer veils hung everywhere over the level country. Big drops fell from the trees on the dry leaves carpeting the ground, and the cold in the woods threatened to paralyze little Maya's wings. No ray of the dawn had as yet found its way between the trees. The air was as hushed as if the sun had forgotten the earth, and all creatures had laid themselves to eternal rest. Maya, therefore, flew high up in the air. Only one thing mattered. To get back as quickly as strength and wits permitted to her hive, her people, her endangered home. She must warn her people. They must prepare against the attack which the terrible brigands had planned for that very morning. Oh, if only the Nation of Bees had the chance to arm and make ready its defenses. It was well able to cope with its stronger opponents. But a surprise assault at rising time. What if the Queen and the soldiers were still asleep? The success of the hornets would then be assured. They would take prisoners and give no quarter. The butchery would be horrible. Thinking of the strength and energy of her people, their readiness to meet death, their devotion to their Queen, the little bee felt a great wrath against their enemies, the hornets. Her beloved people! No sacrifice was too great for them. Little Maya's heart swelled with the ecstasy of self-sacrifice and the dauntless courage of enthusiasm. It was not easy for her to find her way over the woods. Long before, she had ceased to observe landmarks as did the other bees, who had great distances to come back with their loads of nectar. She felt she had never flown as high before, the cold hurt, and she could scarcely distinguish the objects below. What can I go by? she thought. No one thing stands out. I shan't be able to reach my people and help them. Oh, oh, and here I have a chance to atone for my desertion. What shall I do? What shall I do? Suddenly some secret force steered her in a certain direction. What is pushing and pulling me? It must be homesickness guiding me back to my country. She gave herself up to the instinct and flew swiftly on. Soon in the distance, looking like gray domes in the dim light of the dawn, showed the mighty lindens of the castle park. She exclaimed with delight. She knew where she was. She dropped closer to the earth. In the meadows on one side hung the luminous wisps of fog, thicker here than in the woods. She thought of the flower sprites who cheerfully died their early death inside the floating veils. That inspired her anew with confidence. Her anxiety disappeared. Let her people spurn her from the kingdom. Let the queen punish her for desertion if only the bees were spared this dreadful calamity of the hornet's invasion. Close to the long stone wall shown the silver fur that shielded the bee city against the west wind. And there, she could see them distinctly now, were the red, blue, and green portals of her homeland. The stormy pounding of her heart nearly robbed her of her breath. But on she flew toward the red entrance which led to her people and her queen. On the flying board two sentinels blocked the entrance and laid hands upon her.  For a bee to force its way into a strange city without the queen's consent is a capital offense. Stand back, cried one sentinel, thrusting her roughly away. What's the matter with you?  Did you ever? He turned to the other sentinel. Have you ever seen the like, and before daytime, too? Now Maya pronounced the password by which all the bees knew one another. The sentinels instantly released her. What? they cried. You are one of us, and we don't know you. Let me get to the queen, groaned the little bee, right away, quick, we are in terrible danger. The sentinels still hesitated. They couldn't grasp the situation. The queen may not be awakened before sunrise, said the one. Then Maya screamed, her voice rising to a passionate yell, such as the sentinels had probably never heard from a bee before. Then the queen will never wake up alive. Death is following at my heels. Take me to the queen. Take me to the queen, I say. Her voice was so wild and wrathful, that the sentinels were frightened and obeyed. The three hurried together through the warm, well-known streets and corridors. Maya recognized everything, and for all her excitement and the tremendous need for haste, her heart quivered with sweet melancholy at the sight of the dear familiar scenes. I am at home! she stammered with pale lips. In the queen's reception room she almost broke down. One of the sentinels supported her while the other hurried, with the unusual message into the private chambers. Both of them now realized that something momentous was taking place, and the messenger ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The first wax generators were already up. Here and there a little head thrust itself out curiously from the openings. The news of the incident traveled quickly. Two officers emerged from the private chambers. Maya recognized them instantly. In solemn silence, without a word to her, they took their posts, one on each side of the doorway. The queen would soon appear. She came without her court, attended only by her aid and two ladies in waiting. She hurried straight over to Maya. When she saw what a state the child was in, the severe expression on her face relaxed a little. You have come with an important message. Who are you? Maya could not speak at once. Finally she managed to frame two words. The Hornets! The queen turned pale. But her composure was unshaken. And Maya was somewhat calmed. Almighty Queen! she cried. Forgive me for not respecting the duties I owe your majesty. Later I will tell you everything I have done. I repent. With my whole heart I repent. Just a little while ago, as by a miracle, I escaped from the fortress of the Hornets. And the last I heard was that they were planning to attack and plunder our kingdom at dawn. The wild dismay that the little bee's words produced was indescribable. The ladies in waiting set up a loud wail. The officers at the door turned pale and made as if to dash off and sound the alarm. The aid said, Good God! and wheeled completely round, because he wanted to see on all sides at once. As for the queen, it was really extraordinary to see with what composure, what resourcefulness she received the dreadful news. She drew herself up, and there was something in her attitude that both intimidated and inspired endless confidence. Little Maya was odd. Never, she felt, had she witnessed anything so superior. It was like a great, magnificent event in itself. The queen beckoned the officers to her side and uttered a few rapid sentences aloud. At the end, Maya heard, I give you one minute for the execution of my orders. A fraction of a second longer, and it will cost you your heads. But the officers scarcely looked as if they needed this incentive. In less time than it takes to tell, they were gone. Their instant readiness was a joy to behold. Oh, my queen! said Maya. The queen inclined her head to the little bee, who once again, for a brief moment, saw her monarch's countenance beam upon her gently, lovingly. You have our thanks, she said. You have saved us. No matter what your previous conduct may have been, you have made up for it a thousandfold. But go, rest now, little girl. You look very miserable, and your hands are trembling.  Don't worry about us, replied the queen. Among the thousands inhabiting this city, there is not one who would hesitate a moment to sacrifice his life for me, and for the welfare of the country. You can go to sleep peacefully. She bent over and kissed the little bee on her forehead. Then she beckoned to the ladies in waiting, and bade them see to Maya's rest and comfort. Maya stirred in the depths of her being, allowed herself to be led away. After this life had nothing lovelier to offer. As in a dream she heard the loud, clear signals in the distance, saw the high dignitaries of state assemble around the royal chambers, heard a dull, far-echoing drone that shook the high from roof to foundation. The soldiers! Our soldiers! whispered the ladies in waiting at her side. The last thing Maya heard in the little room where her companions put her to bed was the tramp of soldiers marching past her door and commands shouted in a blithe, resolute, ringing voice. Into her dreams, echoing as from a great distance, she carried the ancient song of the soldier bees. Sunlight, sunlight, golden sheen, by your glow our lives are lighted. Bless our labors, bless our queen, let us always be united. End of Chapter 15 Chapter 16 of The Adventures of Maya the Bee This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Betsy Bush, February 2009. The Adventures of Maya the Bee by Voldemire Bond Sells Translated by Adele Zold Selzer and Arthur Gooderman. Chapter 16 The Battle The kingdom of the bees was in a whirl of excitement. Not even in the days of the revolution had the turmoil been so great. The hive rumbled and roared. Every bee was fired by a holy wrath, a burning ardor, to meet and fight the ancient enemy to the very last gasp. Yet there was no disorder or confusion. Marvelous the speed with which the regiments were mobilized. Marvelous the way each soldier knew his duty and fell into his right place and took up his right work. It was high time. At the queen's call for volunteers to defend the entrance, a number of bees offered themselves. And of these several had been sent out to see if the enemy was approaching. Two had now returned, whizzing dots, and reported that the hornets were drawing near. An awesome hush of expectancy fell upon the hive. Soldiers in three closed ranks stood lined up at the entrance. Proud, pale, solemn, composed. No one spoke. The silence of death prevailed except for the low commands of the officers drawing up the reserves in the rear. The hives seemed to be fast asleep. The only stir came from the doorway, where about a dozen wax generators were at work in feverish silence executing their orders to narrow the entrance with wax. As by a miracle, two thick partitions of wax had already gone up, which even the strongest hornets could not batter down without great loss of time. The hole had been reduced by almost half. The queen took up an elevated position inside the hive, from which she was able to survey the battle. Her aides flew scurrying hither and thither. The third messenger returned. He sank down exhausted at the queen's feet. I am the last who will return, he shouted, with all the strength he had left. The others have been killed. Where are the hornets? asked the queen. At the Linden's. Listen, listen! he stammered in mortal terror. The air hums with the wings of the giants. No sound was heard. It must have been the poor fellow's terrified imagination. He must have thought he was still being pursued. How many are there? asked the queen sternly. Answer in a low voice. I counted forty. Although the queen was startled by the enemy's numbers, she gave no sign of shock. In a ringing, confident voice that all could hear, she said, Not one of them will see his home again. Her words, which seemed to sound the enemy's doom, had instant effect. Men and officers alike felt their courage rise. But when, in the quiet of the morning, an ominous whirring was heard outside the hive, first softly, then louder and louder, and the entrance darkened, and the whispering voices of the hornets, the most frightful robbers and murderers in the insect world, penetrated into the hive, then the faces of the valiant little bees turned pale, as if washed over by a drab light falling upon their ranks. They gazed at one another with eyes in which death sat waiting, and those who were ranged at the entrance knew full well that one moment more and all would be over with them. The queen's controlled voice came clear and tranquil from her place on high. Let the robbers enter one by one, until I give orders to attack. Then those at the front throw themselves upon the invaders a hundred at a time, and the ranks behind cover the entrance. In that way we shall divide up the enemy's forces. Remember, you at the front, upon your strength and endurance and bravery depends the fate of the whole state. Have no fear. In the dusk the enemy will not see right away how well prepared we are, and he will enter unsuspecting. She broke off. There, thrust through the doorway, was the head of the first brigand. The feelers played about, groping, cautious. The pincers opened and closed. It was a blood-curdling sight. Slowly the huge black and gold-striped body, with its strong wings, crept in after the head. The light falling in from the outside drew gleams from the warrior's curious. Something like a quiver went through the ranks of the bees, but the silence remained unbroken. The hornet withdrew quietly. Outside he could be heard announcing. They're fast asleep, but the entrance is half walled up, and there are no sentinels. I do not know whether to take this as a good or a bad sign. A good sign rang out forward. At that two giants leapt in through the entrance side by side. After them soundlessly pressed a throng of striped armed gleaming warriors, awful to behold. Eight made their way into the hive. Still no orders to attack from the queen.  Had her voice failed her? And the brigands did they not see in the shadow? To right and left the soldiers drawn up in close glittering ranks, ready for mortal combat? Now at last came the order from on high. In the name of eternal right, in the name of your queen, to the defense of the realm. At that a droning roar went up. Never before had the city been shaken by such a battle cry. It threatened to burst the hive in two. Where, an instant before, the hornets had been visible singly, there were now buzzing heaps, thick, dark, rolling knots. A young officer had scarcely awaited the end of the queen's words. He wanted to be the first to attack. He was the first to die. He had stood for some time ready to leap all a quiver with eagerness for battle, and at the first sound of the order he rushed forward right into the clutches of the foremost brigand. His delicately fine-pointed sting found its way between the head and upper breast-ring of his opponent. He heard the hornet give a yell of rage, saw him double up into a glittering, gold-black ball. Then the bandits' fearful sting leapt out and pierced between the young officer's breast-rings right into his heart. And dying the bee felt himself and his mortally wounded enemy sink under a cloud of storming bees.  Fearful was their attack upon the invaders, the hornets were sore-pressed. But the hornets are an old race of robbers trained to warfare. Pillage and murder have long been their gruesome profession, though the initial assault of the bees had confused and divided them. Yet the damage was not so great as might have seemed at first. For the bees' stings did not penetrate their breast-plates, and their strength and gigantic size gave them an advantage of which they were well aware. Their sharp, buzzing battle-cry rose high above the battle-cry of the bees. It is a sound that fills all creatures with horror, even human beings who dread this danger signal, and are careful not to enter into conflict with hornets unprotected. Those of the assailants who had already penetrated into the hive quickly realized that they must make their way still deeper inward if they were not to block up the entrance to their comrades outside. And so the struggling knots rolled farther and farther down the dark streets and corridors. How right the queen had been in her tactics! No sooner was a bit of space at the entrance cleared than the ranks in the rear leapt forward to its defence. It was an old strategy and a dreadful one for the enemy. When a hornet at the entrance gave signs of exhaustion, the bees shammed the same and let him crawl in. But the instant the one behind showed his head a great swarm of fresh soldiers dashed up to defend the apparently unprotected entrance, while the invader who had gone on ahead would find himself already wearied suddenly confronted by glittering ranks of soldier bees who had not yet stirred a finger in battle. Generally he succumbed to their superior numbers at the very first attack. Now the groans of the wounded and the shrieks of the dying mingled in wild agony with the fierce battle cries. The hornet's stings worked fearful havoc among the bees. The rolling knots left tracks of dead bodies in their wake. The hornets, whose retreat had been cut off, realizing that they would never see the light of day again, fought the fight of despair. Yet slowly one by one they succumbed. There was one great thing against them, though their strength was inexhaustible, not so the poison of their sting. After a time their sting lost its virulence and the wounded bees, knowing they'd recover, fought in the consciousness of certain victory. To this was added the grief of the bees for their dead. It gave them the power of divine wrath. Gradually the dyn subsided. The loud calls of the hornets on the outside met with no response from the invaders within. They are all dead, said the leader of the hornet's grimly, and summoned the combatants back from the entrance, their numbers had melted down to half. We have been betrayed, said the leader. The bees were prepared. The hornets were assembled on the silver fur. It had grown lighter and the red of dawn tinged the tops of the linden trees. The birds began to sing. The dew fell. Pale and quivering with rage of battle, the warriors stood around their leader, who was waging an awful inward struggle. Should he yield to prudence or to his lust for pillage? The former prevailed. There was no use, anyway. His whole tribe was in danger of destruction. Grudgingly, in a shudder of thwarted ambition, he determined to send a messenger to the bees to sue for the return of the prisoners. He chose his cleverest officer and called upon him by name. A depressed silence instead of an answer. The officer was among those who had been cut off. The leader, overcome now by mortal dread, lest those who had entered would never return, quickly chose another officer. The raging and roaring in the beehive could be heard in the distance. Be quick, he cried, laying the white petal of a jasmine in the messenger's hand. Or the human beings will soon come and we shall be lost. Tell the bees we will go away and leave them in peace forever if they will deliver up the prisoners. The messenger rushed off. At the entrance he waved his white signal and alighted on the flying board. The queen bee was immediately informed that an emissary was outside who wanted to make terms, and she sent her aide to parlay with him. When he returned with his report she sent back this reply. We will deliver up the dead if you want to take them away. There are no prisoners. All of your people who invaded our territory are dead. Your promise never to return we do not believe. You may come again whenever you wish. You will fare no better than you did today, and if you want to go on with the battle we are ready to fight to the last bee. The leader of the Hornets turned pale when this message was delivered to him. He clenched his fists, he fought with himself. Only too gladly would he have yielded to the wishes of his warriors who clamored for revenge. Reason prevailed. We will come again, he hissed. How could this thing have happened to us? Are we not a more powerful people than the bees? Every campaign of mine so far has been successful and has only added to our glory. How can I face the queen after this defeat? In a quiver of fury he cried out, How could this thing have happened to us? There must be treachery somewhere. An older Hornet, known as a friend of the queens, here took up the word. It is true we are a more powerful race. But the bees are a unified nation and unflinchingly loyal to their people and their state. That is a great source of strength. It makes them irresistible. Not one of them would turn traitor. Each without thought of self serves the wheel of all. The leader scarcely listened. My day is coming, he hissed. What care I for the wisdom of these bourgeoisie?  But to keep up the battle now would be madness. What good would it do us if we destroyed the whole hive and none of us came back alive? Turning to the messenger he cried, Give us back our dead, we will withdraw. A dead silence fell. The messenger flew off. We must be prepared for a fresh piece of trickery, though I don't think the Hornets are in a fighting mood at present, said the queen bee when she heard the Hornet's decision. She gave orders for the rear guard, wax generators, and honey carriers to remove the dead from the city while two fresh regiments guarded the entrance. Her orders were carried out. Over mountains of the dead one brigand's body after another was dragged to the entrance and thrown to the ground outside. In gloomy silence the troop of Hornets waited on the silver fur and saw the corpses of their fallen warriors drop one by one to the earth. The sun arose upon a scene of endless desolation. Twenty-one slain, who had died a glorious death, made a heap in the grass under the city of the bees. Not a drop of honey, not a single prisoner, had been taken by the enemy. The Hornets picked up their dead and flew away. The battle was over. The bees had conquered. But at what a cost! Everywhere lay fallen bodies, in the streets and corridors, in the dim places before the brooders and honey cupboards. Sad was the work in the hive on that lovely morning of summer sunshine and sundent blossoms. The dead had to be disposed of. The wounded had to be bandaged and nursed. But before the hour of noon had struck the regular tasks were begun. For the bees never celebrated their victory nor spent time mourning their dead. Each bee carried his pride and his grief locked quietly in his breast and went about his work. End of Chapter 16 Chapter 17 of The Adventures of Maya the Bee This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Read by Betsy Bush. February 2009 The Adventures of Maya the Bee by Voldemire Boncells Translated by Adele Zold-Seltzer and Arthur Guderman Chapter 17 The Queen's Friend The noise of battle awoke Maya out of a brief sleep. She jumped up and straight away wanted to dash out to help defend the city. But soon realized that she was too weak to be of any help. A group of struggling combatants came rolling toward her. One of them was a strong young hornet, an officer, Maya judged by his badge, who was defending himself unaided against an overwhelming number of bees. The struggling knot grew nearer. To Maya's horror it left one dead bee after another in its wake. But numbers finally told against the giant. Whole clusters of bees ready to die rather than let go, hung to its arms and legs and feelers, and their stings were beginning to pierce between the rings of his breast. Maya saw him drop down exhausted. Without cry or complaint, fighting to the very end, neither suing for mercy nor reviling his opponents, he went down to his brigand's death. The bees left him and hurried back to the entrance to throw themselves anew into the conflict. Maya's heart was beating stormily. She slipped over to the hornet. He lay curled up in the twilight, still breathing. She counted about twenty stings, most of them in the four part of his body, leaving his golden armor quite whole and sound. Seeing he was still alive, she hurried away to bring water and honey to cheer the dying man, she thought.  I take what I want, he said proudly. I don't care for gifts. Oh! said Maya. I only thought you might be thirsty. The young officer smiled at her, then said, not sadly, but with a strange earnestness, I must die. The little bee could not reply. For the first time in her life she seemed to comprehend what it meant to have to die, and death seemed much closer when someone else was about to die than when her own life had been imperiled in the spider's web. If there were only something I could do, she said and burst into tears. The dying hornet made no answer. He opened his eyes once again and heaved a deep breath for the last time. Half an hour later he was thrown down into the grass outside the hive along with his dead comrades. Little Maya never forgot what she had learned from this brief farewell.  She thought of the flower sprite who had told her of his rebirth when nature sent forth her blossoms again in the spring, and she longed to know whether the other creatures would, like the sprite, come back to the light of life after they had died the death of the earth. I will believe it is so, she said softly. A messenger now came and summoned her to the queen's presence. She found the full court assembled in the royal reception room. Her legs shook. She scarcely dared to raise her eyes before her monarch and so many dignitaries. A number of the officers of the queen's staff were missing, and the gathering was unusually solemn. Yet a gleam of exaltation seemed to light every brow as if the consciousness of triumph in New Glory I encircled everyone like an invisible halo. The queen arose, made her way unattended through the assemblage, went up to little Maya, and took her in her arms. This Maya had never expected, not this. The measure of her joy was full to overflowing. She broke down and wept. The bees were deeply stirred. There was not one among them who did not share Maya's happiness, who was not deeply grateful for the little bee's valiant deed. Maya now had to tell her whole story. Everybody wanted to know how she had learned of the Hornet's plans and how she had succeeded in breaking out of the awful prison from which no bee had ever escaped. So Maya told of all the remarkable things she had seen and heard, of Miss Lovey-deer with the glittering wings, of the grasshopper, of Thecla the spider, of Puck, and of how splendidly Bobby had come to her rescue. When she told of the sprite and the human beings it was so quiet in the hall that she could hear the generators in the back of the hive kneading the wax. Ah, said the queen, who'd have thought the sprites were so lovely? She smiled to herself with a look of melancholy and longing as people will who long for beauty. And all the dignitaries smiled at the same smile. How did the song of the sprite go? She asked, Say it again. I'd like to learn it by heart. Maya repeated the song of the sprite. My soul is that which breathes anew, from all of loveliness and grace, and as it flows from God's own face it flows from His creations too. There was a silence for a while. The only sound was a restrained sobbing in the back of the hall, probably someone thinking of a friend who had been killed. Maya went on with her story. When she came to the hornets, the bee's eyes darkened and widened. Each imagined himself in the situation in which one of their number had been and quivered and drew a deep breath. Awful, said the queen, perfectly awful. The dignitaries murmured something to the same effect. And so, Maya ended, I reached home and I sue for your majesty's pardon a thousand times. Oh, no one bore the little bee any ill will for having run away from the hive, you may imagine they did not. The queen put her arm around Maya's neck. You did not forget your home and your people, she said kindly. In your heart you were loyal, so we will be loyal to you. Henceforth you shall stay by my side and help me conduct the affairs of state. In that way I think your experiences, all the things you have learned, will be made to serve the greatest good of your people in your country. Cheers of approval greeted the queen's words. So ends the story of the adventures of Maya the Bee. They say her work contributed greatly to the good and welfare of the nation, and she came to be highly respected and loved by her people. Sometimes on quiet evenings she went for a brief hours conversation to Cassandra's peaceful little room, where the ancient dame lived now on pension-honey. There Maya told the young bees, who listened to her eagerly, stories of the adventures which we have lived through with her. End of Chapter 17 End of The Adventures of Maya the Bee


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