the Leathermines

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It was morning.

Laun looked around, confused for a moment.  She had been drugged?  No.  She knew the aftertaste to that.  She had just been so tired, and the food had stuffed her so much, that she had just slept.

The sun was starting to color the horizon on the eastern part of her window view.  It was beautiful, and now that she was rested and not cranky, she could enjoy what was outside the windows.  She lay there in bed, watching the colors grow in the sky she could see.  It was beautiful.  It was also lazy.

Laun started to move under the covers and she saw movement outside the bed.  She stopped and then saw that is was one of the blue and grey dressed servants.  Laun kept going to the edge of the bed.  She looked over the side and saw that it was a long ways down.  She swung her legs over and her feet found the step, hard and cold on her feet.

The rug runner was warmer, though the painted design around it not as much.  She was able to pad her way to the bathing chamber door before the servant was able to catch up with her and open it for her.

Laun was tempted to play with the privy.  Her body reminded her that it was a necessary thing to do, not something to play with.  Laun found the basket of paper flowers next to the privy and played with those instead.  She tossed one into the air and as it floated down tossed another up.  She had three in the air at one point until she could not delay using one of them.

Laun went to the windows in the main room and looked out.  It was amazing how far she could see into the countryside, not just into that part of the Capitol City.  She stood there for a few minutes until her brain clicked more awake and she started to stretch.

She needed to do the katas.  It kept her limber and strong.  And kept her focused.  She knew that the servants were going to report to Falmir whatever she did.  It might as well be the truth of who she was.

She was used to the rug.  Too used to it.  Laun started with a simple dance, not one of the combat dances or open hand martial art katas Silar had shown her.  She lifted her legs, swayed her hips and waved her arms.  She turned and bent, all to music just in her head.

She was happy she still remembered that one.  It felt good and worked muscles lightly instead of hard like most of the choreography she knew did.  She knew that it was going to look slightly odd to the servants around her, but fairly innocuous.

She did the dance several times as the light in the room became more direct.  She saw the breaking of the dawn over the horizon and stopped moving.  The rounded top of the sun glowed.  Laun knelt on the cushions of the window seat and watched the morning as it came up.

She heard someone behind her and looked over her shoulder.  The white dress that had been offered to her the night before was over the arm of another servant.  She was silent and had her eyes on Laun’s feet.

“It is a little chilly in here, isn’t it?”  Laun stood and the dress was being pulled over her head, the lacings across her chest barely bringing the cloth together over her enlarged breasts.  It was also just slightly too long for her, but she was able to pull the hem up to move.

The bed had already been made.  It struck her that the servants had tidied up after her so quickly that she hadn’t really had time to notice until then.  And then they faded away into the shadows.

If she had been at the keep, she would have been wandering around, talking with people up at that hour.  Perhaps up on the walkway or down currying Grace.  Or making love...  But none of that was to happen that day.  She did not know what she was to do.

Well, Laun thought to herself, might as well fatten myself up on Falmir’s coin.

“Pardon me...”  One of the servants stepped forward.  “May I have something to eat?  I particularly liked the sweet milk I was offered last night.  If old bread is all you can find in the kitchens at this hour, I would be pleased to have that.”  Laun smiled and received a nod from the servant who backed away and disappeared into the shadows again.

Laun had a flash of getting one of the servants uniforms and trying to blend in...  But she did not know the Palace and knew she would be far too obvious.

Obvious was one of those things that she was always going to be.  She had become used to speaking her mind.  She had little in the way of filters to keep her feelings, her opinions, out of her mouth.  It was not always a good thing.

Laun looked out onto the harbor.  There were a few sails unfurling and ships moving West upstream.  A wind from the East in Spring...  She knew that would be beautiful weather at the keep.  But here, the Capitol City was more South, further East.  She could see a few clouds along the western part of her view.  No, it would be beautiful here, too.

As long as the winds held up.

There was a slight haze over the buildings.  Laun was not used to cities and it took her a moment to understand that it was the smoke from the cooking fires of the morning.  Even with the wind, there were so many fires that the smoke hung over the city.  Even over the noble houses at the edge of the green.

Laun looked down on the green.  It was dotted with flowering trees.  She saw a few people slowly walking along the green.  Until a group of people came up to them.  She was far up, but she could still tell that there was conflict.  One person was left on the green, sitting or...lying there as the other one was taken with the other group.

Laun could not do anything.  It was most likely Soldiers as she could not see anything but dark on them, but she could see a hint of red or orange on one of the two who had been walking.  It was sad.

She was starting to get a nervous energy.  She needed to do something.  She had already danced.  She could try more, but the dress was not right for moving, and if she tried to bend over, the acid was going to be painful.  She could not go out of the room.  She assumed that.  She was a prisoner, and even with the wonderful bed, this was her cell.  She could take a bath...  No not yet.  Too early in the day in many ways.

But she had spotted a comb on the table with all the little pots and jars.  She could distract herself with combing out her hair.

She approached the bathing chamber and the door was opened for her again.  She stopped.  Laun turned and said, “Please, just leave the door open.  It will save us all time and energy.”

There was a nod and Laun went to retrieve the comb from the vanity.  She sat on a stool and reached across for the comb.  There was a smaller mirror of the style of the full length mirrors at the back of the table.  The pots and jars were only the most obvious of the items on the table.  There were several combs, metal files of some sort, little poufs of cotton...  Most of the things she had not seen before, but she understood that this was where the men and women of the Palace, and supposedly the nobility outside, gained their artificial beauty.

That made her think of the Ambassador.  His hands had been very smooth.  Never had to feed himself smooth.  The color around his eyes, black, but it had a glint of something metallic in it that she saw when he looked at her.  The wave in his hair...  That had not been natural.  There had been one strand of hair towards the nape of his neck that she had seen that was very straight.  And, perhaps...bleached?  It was subtle, but his hair had been light brown to almost blonde.  She had seen a few areas where his hair changed dramatically darker towards the roots.

It was not just to make himself blend or stand out.  It was part of his personae, the way he presented himself.  He was spending quite a bit of money to maintain it.

Yes.  She had been right about him.  Any monies Falmir may have been giving the Ambassador to send on to his supporters was being spent on the Ambassador himself.  It was going to come back to bite him, and Laun felt soon.

Laun fingered the comb as she thought.  Falmir had his spies in the Ambassadors house.  He had been having suspicions.  Her outside eyes had seen what he had been too distracted to see.

Distracted.  Laun looked in the mirror and saw a servant standing there.  He had been very quiet as all of them were.  But familiar...

Laun started to comb out her hair.  She ignored him.  He had made it from the keep to the Capitol City.  Had become one of the voiceless servants.  Her turned assassin.

But, had he stayed turned?  He seemed to be looking at her with a longing under the mask of calm all the servants tried to wear.  She wanted to test it.

Without looking directly at him or turning, Laun put the comb down on the table.  She raised her hand to the side and pointed to the floor.

She heard his knees land on the tile.

She smiled.  She picked up the comb again and continued to smooth out her hair lock by lock.  She heard a little movement from the other room and thought perhaps they had brought up some food for her.  She worked on her hair for a moment or two more.  She saw a loose ribbon on the table and tied it around her hair, making a low tail of her brown hair with the light blue ribbon around it.

She looked at herself in the mirror and was not entirely displeased.

She held her hand to the side and motioned for him to stand.  He was again in the mirror, a slight flush to his face.  She turned on the stool and held out her hand.  He glanced to the side and then stepped forward.  He knelt and kissed her hand without raising his own.

Laun put her hands in her lap and smiled at him.  She stood and watched his eyes grow big as he saw that she was pregnant.

“May I have your hand for balance?”  She held out her hand and he stood, holding out his own hand to her.  There was a slight tremble to his hand as she first touched him, but he steadied himself as she rested her hand on his.  She dipped down slightly, taking a handful of the long layers of skirt so she could walk without tripping.

Yes, there was a table set up with food on it.  There was also Falmir.

Laun tried not to pause in the doorway as she saw him.  “Good morning, sire.”

Falmir stood from the chair.  He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her.  “By the gods.”

“What, sire?”  Laun was truly startled by him and the way he said it was tinged with a little yearning.

Falmir held out his hand to her.  She nodded to Hazalam and he fell back into the shadows.  She placed her hand in Falmir’s when she was close enough and made a small curtsey.

Falmir paused, looking at Laun.  He then caused a stir in the servants as he bowed to her over her hand, placing his forehead on her knuckles.

Laun had ever seen that done once.  It had been a silent pledge, a declaration of honor to Lady Hellon by one of the other nobles who had come to talk with her.  Laun had been there to see the action, and then Lady Hellon turned and, with a small blush on her cheeks, had asked Laun to fetch something from the kitchens.

Laun felt a blush on her cheeks as well.  “Sire...  I am honored.”

Falmir stood and motioned to the table.  “I hear you had just about every dairy in the Palace yesterday, before you passed out for the night.”

Laun sat on the window seat and nodded.  “The servants were kind enough to attend to me.  I did not know I was that tired.”  Laun looked down slightly and smiled.  Some of her youthful artlessness was still there as she said, “That is the most wonderful bed I have ever slept in, sire.  I hope you have one as nice.”

He laughed.  “I wouldn’t know, I haven’t been able to sleep for some time.”

Laun felt a cold chill go through her, but tried to keep her tone light as she said, “Well, you did try to kill Grandfather.”

Falmir had a dark flash go across his eyes.  “Well, there is that.  He has been as hard to get as you.”

Laun looked Falmir in the eyes.  There were so many things she wanted to say.  “I apologize, sire.  It is still early and I should not bring up such things before first meal.”

“I saw the servants bringing food to your door.  I thought that it would be good to see you before the press of the day was on me.”  Falmir reached over and took a piece of cut bread from the plate.

Laun took up a small pot that had butter in it and offered it to him.  “I was just wondering what I was going to do today.  I am used to being on my feet from dawn to dusk running a household.  I do not know...how to do nothing.”

Falmir had a look she was not sure she could read.  “I- I will have books brought up to you.  And perhaps some needlework.”

She did not suppress her grimace, but she said, “Thank you for your kindness, sire.”

His eyebrow went up.  “Not a needlework woman?”  Laun shook her head slightly.  “I...don’t know what else women do.”

Laun shrugged and poured herself a mug of sweet milk.  “Sire, it is not my place to ask for things I know you will not give.  If you wish, I will attend to the needlework.”

His brows went together.  “You...”  He took a bite of the buttered bread and chewed.  Laun served herself from the tray set before them and missed the breads from her baker.  This bread was passable, but had very little life in it.  The butter and berry jam was needed to give it any substance.  She ate and drank and looked at Falmir.

He was the first to look away.  “It is a shame we had to become opponents.  I don’t know...  Your information on the Ambassador was center target.”

Laun inclined her head to Falmir.  She kept looking at him, seeing the deepening lines that had started between his brows and the darkness that had settled under his eyes.  His hands showed that he had been reading and writing before coming to her room, the smudged inks on his hands showed fresh on his right and the sootier old on his left.  He had dressed himself or else the wrinkle of the tunic he wore under the long split overtunic would not have been there.

Laun put the mug down after pausing in mid swallow.  “Sire, we were forced apart by your own actions.  I still have my people to consider.  But, I promise, if you ask me, I will tell you what you need to know.  To a point.  You have too much information coming to you and, well, I understand how the little things will bog down your day.”

He stared at her.  “You are up to something.”

Laun smiled, openly and happily.  “Of course, sire.”   She stood and she felt the surge towards her as she walked around the table.  The servants stopped when she straightened out the wrinkle in his tunic.  His eyes went to her belly and up to her face again.  Then back down to her cleavage.  She knew he was looking at the scar on her chest.

“But, I promise you, and I regret it already, I will not raise a hand against you.  There has already been too much bloodshed over a little land, Father.”

His reaction was less than the servant’s.

He took her hand and kissed it.  “I accept your promise, Lady Laun.”

She blushed slightly.  “I may try to throw things at your head, though.  I have been told it is something pregnant women do.”

Falmir laughed heartily.  “They do.  My sister...”  His face changed.  He said in a lower tone, “She would go through every breakable in the last month.  Except the last time.”

Laun was struck by how sad he seemed.  She had thought that he had killed her or ordered her killed.  But now...  She could not stop herself from putting her hand on his cheek.  “We all have people we miss.  There is no closer bond than brother and sister.”

He closed his eyes.  “Well.”  He stood, her hand still in his, her hand still on his cheek, but falling to his chest.  “There are things I must do.  I will have those books brought up.”

Laun nodded and said, “Thank you.  I hope you have a good day, sire.”

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of her hand before moving away.  He went through one of the doors that was then blocked by the dark clad servants.

Laun was slightly shaken.  He had not killed her.  He had not sent her to a cell prison.  He had just accepted her at face value as his daughter.

She sat in the chair he had been in.  It was still warm from his body and she could smell him.  Musky that had a spiced-

Laun closed her eyes and tried to think of anything but sex.  Her appetites had not diminished while her belly grew and she had just had a want go through her caused by the scent of her own father.  She had to calm herself.

Laun moved to the window seat again.  She motioned and the chair was gone.  She ate until she was full, but not as full as the night before.  She lifted the mug and half full pitcher off the tray and the tray was gone from the table.  She set the milk back down and turned to the window behind her.

The side of her face was warm from the sun coming in.  She looked over the city and the haze had cleared some.  She could see people along one street and then they seemed to disappear, a small group going up the middle of the street and staying there for a while.  One street over, people started to gather and it became crowded there.  Laun turned away because, yet again, it was something she could do nothing about.

Falmir had said that he had not gained control of the Capitol City.  It was being patrolled by the soldiers.  Some were too young to know what to actually do.  Some were from Rosemond and had no interest in holding the peace.  They were being housed and probably paid individually as any Midlands soldier would be, and they were also being ‘rented’ from the other kingdom.  Rosemond was profiting on this much more than Falmir.

Laun had to get up to adjust the long skirts of the dress.  She sat back down again and looked at the harbor.  Fewer masts than earlier in the morning.  She wondered if the red ribbony flags on the tops of some of the masts meant they were Rosemond.  If so, there were very few of the ships docked there that were not from the other kingdom.  Payments from the King of the Midlands.  Money to the mercs.  Goods paid for by the populace.

If Falmir did not see how he was being used, Laun could not feel sorry for him.  Laun looked down and rubbed her belly as she felt movement.  No, Falmir knew.  That was part of why he was so distracted and angry at the Rosemond Ambassador.

Her head tilted to the side.  She wondered if her uncle was still the acting envoy to the other kingdom.  If he was, what had they seduced him with to help turn Falmir and bring all the Rosemond nobles in?  Power.  Money.  Laun raised an eyebrow - women?  She did not know enough.

Laun stretched out her back slightly.  It wasn’t exactly hurting, but there was stress and the thin cushions were not the best padding.  She pulled up her hem slightly and looked at her feet.  Yes, they were swollen.

Well, if she was going to be there for any length of time, she would need a few things changed or moved or something.  She looked out the window and let her hand drop to her side, brushing the front of the bench.  The cushion was part of the bench, little nails on the underside of the edge keeping the light padding in place.  She would need to ask for more pillows or padding or something.  Her finger went into a slight gap - perhaps it was also storage?

She was done with being subtle.  She took in a breath and turned on the bench.  The shadows were less in the room by light, but the dark colors of the servants created shadow around them.  She looked and, yes, Hazalam was there in the ranks.  He was not the only man, but there were far more women than men in the blue and black.

“I am assuming that most of you have been assigned to this room, to me, while I am here.  I am not easy to handle.  I change my mind often.  I do things out of whim and fancy.  There are things that please me, there are things that may...disappoint me.”  Laun saw Hazalam’s eyes dart away for a moment.

Laun stood, using the table to keep her balance.  “I am not in a position to reward with much, but be aware, I can be quick to punish for lapses.  I also have different standards than most of the nobles you have served.  I say now that I will encourage you to speak while in my presence, if you can speak.  And not just if I ask you something directly.”

Laun held her hand out, palm up.  “I have come here with nothing.  I wear that which has been provided.  I eat that which has been placed.  I thank you for your service now, and will offer thanks for your kindness in the future.”  She smiled and saw a few reflected smiles.  “Now, about this bench...”

She did have a few servants come to her and open the hinged tops of the benches.  Extra bedding was stored in there and a few folded feather quilts were pulled out to be used to cushion it further.  Laun also was able to see that there were a few small chests under some of the bedding, but that would be for later.

The extra on the bench was enough to make the bench more comfortable.  Laun knew she would be able to sit on it for longer without her back and hips becoming too angry with her.  She had the table moved to center it on the bench.  She sat and was pleased.

There was a slight scratch on the door and more servants came in.  They had various things in their hands and Laun smiled and slightly shook her head.  She motioned to the table in front of her.  The servants placed the items and then left.

She poked at the fabric and sewing hoop.  She turned the soft yarn and needles over in her hand for a moment.  There was a small stack of bound books.  A charcoal stick and loose pulp paper were also on the table.  And a bag with something in it

Laun went for the bag and laughed when she saw the Sticks.  Twenty polished wood sticks with the numbers and symbols on them.  She would have to learn how to play for real.  A tear came to her eye and she hoped that the flash of homesickness had not shown too much.

The yarn she tossed to the other end of the bench, the crafting sticks tightly stuck through the skein.  The fabric and hoop had a small chatelaine with it, several colors of thread wound about the polished wood that held the needles.  There was a dainty thimble made of brass and a small shear that was tied to the chatelaine with a fine ribbon.  Laun really had no reason to sew anything, let alone embroider.  She put the fabric back over the supplies on the table and sighed.  The books in the stack seemed to be quite dusty.  She wiped her hand along the spine and paper edges of one before opening it, seeing that it had been well used at one time, but forgotten until then on some shelf.  She opened it and saw a press-printed book in her hand.

Laun had seen one before.  All the rest had been hand-copied from others.  This was labeled as a story book for children.  Laun smiled, though she felt it was slightly demeaning, until she looked through the first few pages.  She was not reading, but there was a woodcut that had been part of the pressing and it caught her eye.  Then she smiled wider.

A child’s hand had written something on the blank page facing the picture.  “This is my fovorts bok. It is myne.  Prinz Falmir.”

The other books in the stack were several histories of the Kingdom of the Midlands, a picture book of flowers and some sort of journaled account of a trip to the far continent.  It was as if a selection of books had just been taken from a shelf with little regard of what they were.

She shifted on the bench and opened the story book.  She started to read about a little boy who grew up in a cave, parented by wolves.  She became much more careful turning the pages when a lock of hair fell.  It was along a passage that had the little boy trying to create a playmate by using his own hair.  It was both sweet and sad as Laun placed the flat lock of hair back between the pages.

Laun shifted on the bench again.  It was not her back, it was her legs.  And feet.  She looked up and seemed to randomly point.  “You, my feet hurt.  Please get some oil and rub them for me.”  Laun smiled at Hazalam as he tried to be one of the calm servants and not rush to the bathing chamber for the oil.

He came out again, a cloth over his arm and a brightly colored bottle in his hand.  He looked at the table and went to his knees, trying to fit under the table.  Laun smiled behind her hand and continued to read about the boy finding other people near his cave.

Laun closed her eyes.  She couldn’t help it.  He had placed her foot in his lap, pulling the long skirt up and away.  His hands were warm and the oil was slick.  He was hesitant at first, but soon he was pushing long strokes up her calf.  She could not concentrate on the book as his hands flexed her toes and rubbed around her ankles.  She leaned on the table, her hands over the book and gripping the edge of the leather bound cover.

Her back twitched at the angle.  She closed the book and leaned back.  She heard herself making little sighs and her breath caught slightly in her throat several times.  The pleasure was...great.  She could feel how it traveled up and was making her tingle, even though he was not touching her anywhere near her womanhood.

She opened her eyes slightly and saw his eyes on her from under the table.  He must have been in quite an uncomfortable position.  Laun smiled at him and she saw him smile back.  She closed her eyes again and reveled in the sensations.

He changed legs, pushing the skirt up and draping it so that he could get to the leg.  Laun noticed a small breeze along the inside of her thigh.  She looked down and saw that his hands were on her leg, but his mind was on something else.  He was making her feel very good, and if they had been alone, she might have thrown him to the floor and taken him.

But...  She restrained herself to just a sigh and a slight motion of her hips.  His stroke on her leg paused, his fingers grasping her leg.  She pressed down with her foot and she felt him jump slightly under the table.  Yes, she had felt him grow and harden under her foot.  Useful to be able to get his attention.

The strokes were continuing, and he worked on her foot, making the tender areas that she had not known about show themselves.  He was able to work those out and she was having pure pleasure again.

She let him sit there, stroking her legs, giving her pleasure and him something to look at for a while.  The sun was warm on her head and shoulders and she could feel that if she did not move soon, she was going to fall asleep.

Laun flexed her foot again and got his attention.  “Thank you.  I think that will be enough for now.”  She smiled and he smiled back.  He backed out from under the table, pulling her skirt down as he went.

She stretched, feeling lazy and pampered.  Her mind was racing, trying to find something that she could do.  “Perhaps it is time for a bath.  Do I have other clothes available to me to change into?”

There was a flurry of activity.

Laun took the ribbon from her hair and marked the place she had stopped in the book.  She made her way from behind the table and stood.  She took a sip of sweet milk and turned to the open door into the bathing chamber.  Then she ambled.  She took a step, waited and looked around then took another step.  As she entered the bathing chamber, there was already hot water being poured into the tub.  The men of the servants were gone, the women waiting for Laun with various implements and jars at the ready.

They opened the jars for Laun to inspect.  The smell even from the door was overwhelming.

“Close those.”  Laun waved her hand in front of her face in a vain attempt to dissipate the scents.  “Do you have just soap?  You know, tallow, potash... Forests of pines were not felled to scent it?”  She was disturbed that she was not just getting the usual bland looks, most of the faces plainly showed no knowledge of what she was talking about.

Laun stepped towards the table with the selection of jars and such not in the servant’s hands.  There was nothing that looked like regular soap.  She went towards a shelf that still had things on it and poked around, disappointed that there wasn’t a cake of soap.

She turned and the servants were looking concerned.  One was looking possibly frightened.  Laun looked at the frightened one and pointed.  “You.”

She almost dropped the glass decanter in her hand as she shook in place.  Laun went towards her, keeping the hem of the dress up with one hand.  She took the decanter from the young servant and opened it.  She didn’t even have to bring it to her nose to smell what might have been violet scented.

“What is this?”  Laun waited for three breaths.  “I give you permission to speak.  What is this?”

“Bath gel from Rosemond?”  She said it so fast, Laun was not sure if she had heard right.

Laun replaced the top to the decanter and said, “How many of these... concoctions are from Rosemond?”

The servants looked at each other.  Her small voice came out with, “All of them?” and the servant ducked her head.

Laun gave the decanter back to the frightened servant.  “Let’s try this in another direction.  What do you use in the servant’s quarters?”

Several of the girls looked down.  “What is left from...”

The embarrassed looks on the servant’s faces was both saddening as well as delightful for Laun.  She tried to keep a serious look to her face as she turned away from the servants and walked to the table with the pots and jars.

Laun pointed and asked, “And all of this?  From Rosemond?”  There were nods.  She waved her hand around the room.  “Is all of this from Rosemond?”

There were a few glances around the bathing chamber before most of the servants started to nod.  Laun sat on the stool facing them.  She looked around at the opulence.  It had been there before the coup.  They had been creeping into the Midlands this way for years.

“Well.  That changes things.”  Laun stood.  She waved her hand at the walls and servants.  “I cannot tear out the walls, but please take all the cosmetics and bathing things out that came to us from Rosemond.”  The servants stood there, looking at each other.

The voice that came out was soft, but the tone had a deadly edge to it.  “Now.”

Laun paused as she saw the fear spread through the girls.  They started to move around her, gathering up things and leaving with their arms full.  Laun walked through the chaos back to the window seat and sat.  She picked up the book and started to read again.

It only took a few minutes for the bathing room to be cleared.  Laun was sorry to see the paper flowers to go, but she had decreed, so it was done.  She kept reading, even after there was a line of servants waiting for her next command.  Laun did not want it to show, but she was having fun being able to order them around.

Laun put the ribbon back into the book after reading the same passage about the boy trying to woo a girl by howling-for the third time.  She put the book down and looked at the servants.  She smiled.

“Well done.”  She saw a few hesitant smiles back.  “Now.  Places in the Palace that would have actual Midlands made soap...”

Laun thought and tilted her head.  She started to drum her fingernails on the cover of the book until she had three answers.

“Please, if I may have one of you go to the kitchen and ask for the soap they use on the fine wares.  And if I could have one of you go to the stables and ask for the currying soap.  And another would please head to the laundresses and ask them for the soap they use on the woolens.”  Laun waved her hand and there was a little jockeying before three of them left.

Laun took a sip of sweet milk and smiled as the acid in her throat diminished.  “Now, do any of you know how to play Sticks?”

 

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