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The Slave Lady Chapter 52

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The procession from the Manor of the Hawkwell lands was early in the morning, but it was full of more people and ceremony than Laun had expected.  Most, if not all, of the soldiers were in formation and saluted as she passed them on Thunder.  Falmir was beside her on his newly won mount, but it was Laun that the soldiers were acknowledging.

Laun waved to each section of men and they gave a small cheer as she passed.  She was happy it did not happen more than three times.  It made her red, but it also made her grin like an idiot.

They were past the soldiers and almost to the edge of the lands when a halt was called.  The order of the group was changed, Falmir gave his daughter one more hug and they rode on past him.  Laun dropped the lead to the charger and let him follow the other horses.  She felt and let the tears come out as they passed the outer marker of the Hawkwell lands.  She tried to turn to see if she could see anyone or anything behind, but the road curved and it was just low hills and trees behind.

They stopped several times at the whim of Laun’s back and bladder, but made excellent time through the Midlands West of the manor.  Laun had created a map for herself of the route, going through more than ten map folios and Kingdom cartographic histories to do so.  She had shown it to Falmir the night before and told him that was one of the things lacking in the Midlands, accurate maps. »Read More

The Slave Lady Chapter 51

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Three days.  Three miserable days.  With three wakeful nights.

Laun was much more careful to get out of bed on the fourth morning.  The morning before, she had felt better and had pushed it, finding she was on the floor and calling for help.  She was taking it much slower this morning and was glad that the cane was leaning against the bed.

She was starting to like the pampering that being laid up in bed brought her.  It was the need to get to the privy that made it annoying.  That and not being able to do everything she wanted.

Being forced to be in bed did allow her the time to read.  She had a stack of books and papers that were next to the bed, both on a night table and on the floor.  She had to hobble around the stack on her way to the bathing chamber.  The things she was learning was bursting through her skull, making some things clearer to her, clouding things she thought she knew.

Laun held her tummy as she relaxed and then pushed slightly to relieve herself.  The babies were starting to show individuality and she could tell when one was awake and the other one wasn’t.  This morning, both seemed to be awake and pressing against her innards.  She was certain it was because of them that she had developed her hard bowel movements.  They were packing it down in her to make more room for themselves.

Laun heard a noise in the bathing room and held still.  It was a bare foot on the tile and it paused outside of the slightly open privy door. »Read More

The Slave Lady Chapter 50

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The breathing at the back of her neck was steady.  The cloak wrapped around her was warm and when she moved, the arm around her tightened, drawing her closer.

“Edgar...?” Laun mumbled.  The man in back of her stirred, but not like her Love.

Laun’s eyes were open and she was awake.  She saw straw around her, smelled horses.  There were blankets and the cloak and his arm under her head and andand...

The tears started flowing when she remembered.  The assassins.  Ithian.

Hunter woke to Laun sobbing again.  She had not slept much and what he had witnessed was troubled and fretful.  He drew his hand up and started to stroke her hair.  It had worked in the night, calming her and putting her deeper into sleep.  But this time, it was not working.

“Shhh.  You are safe.”  He put his arm over her and tried to pull her closer again through the layers between them.  There was a slight shudder through her body and he felt her start to try to move from under the blankets.  He also felt her stop, her back freezing and then slowly relaxing.

Her voice came from under the wool blankets.  “Did it really happen?”

He nodded and said, “Yes, Laun.” »Read More

The Slave Lady Chapter 49

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It had not been planned, but a gathering for the evening meal was under the tent.  Many of the nobles felt less confined by the usual social mores after the night before, and having mostly recovered from it.  Not having the presence of the Council General and the Bishop helped, too.  There was more of a flow of people from all of the groups through the tent as a sideboard being stocked showed that there was more to eat than even the night before.  Some hard cider was opened and the men in the nobles served each other, many of the officers, too.

Laun had sat on one of the benches facing away from a table and out towards the field beyond the tent.  She had several officers standing around her talking with her about the agreement, though Laun would decline to tell them anything about the way her people had been able to keep them at bay for so long.

The few other women who were not servants or entertainers seemed out of place as they wandered through and found that most of the men were more interested in talking about hunting and military matters than about more domestic things.  Laun was not entirely sympathetic; if Lady Beatia was not going to teach her daughters what men really liked, it was up to them to learn by fire.

The troupe was flowing through with little entertainments, and flirtations.  It was pleasant and kept the mood up.  Though, Laun did note one small interaction and waited.  The woman came closer to Laun and she paused in her conversation with the officers.  Laun pointed and said, “Nissa,” holding her hand out.  The woman looked shocked and then embarrassed as Laun motioned for Nissa to give her something.

The officers saw the hand of the entertainer go across Laun’s palm and a small pouch was there.  “And the other one.”  A jeweled pin was placed on top.  “I thought you also-”  And a small silver knife was on the pile.  One of the officers put his hand to his waist, an angry look on his face.

“Little thief-” »Read More

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A few words to Adelmar and a few of his performers and the entertainment for the tea was established.  A few requests of the kitchen and the food was set.  A few invites to a few of the officers, and escorts were arranged.

Laun was the last to arrive under the tent, Sergeant Hunter supporting her hand on his fist and keeping a slow pace to match hers.  She smiled, mostly feeling what she showed and enjoyed that the officers had already paired up with the women under the tent.

A chair had been set aside for Laun within the group and Laun sat, thanking her escort before he stepped back.  He excused himself, Laun having to pull her eyes from him as he went towards the stables.

Food was on the table, hot water kettles on several of the brasiers waiting to be poured into the waiting mugs.  Entertainers were warming up on the other end of the tent, at least one of them looking as though her head was spinning more than her body.

“Lady Laun!  This is delightful.  I hadn’t known we had officers from Henrich’s Vale in the ranks,” the noble mother smoothly crowed as one of the Sergeants nodded to Laun.

Laun nodded back to him and smiled a closed lipped smile before saying, “I wanted to make sure you were entertained before I arrived.  I seem to have much to attend to and I knew something would pop up to be handled before I could get here.  I hoped that our soldiers have been keeping you well amused?” »Read More

The Slave Lady Chapter 47

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Laun was almost to her room when she saw the Noble and her daughters approaching.  It looked like they had just been turned away from the door to her room and the mother’s face went from hateful to pleasant within a fraction of a blink.

Laun stopped and waited, knowing that she was not going to like whatever it was the Lady was going to say or do.

“My dear!  I just had word that the engagement is off!  I was surprised when the Council General mentioned it on her way past and I wanted to come and console you.”

Laun looked into the eyes of Beatia and wanted to punch her.  “My Lady, I am well.  The Ambassador and myself were rushed to a decision and my Father has agreed that it may not be time for this.”

The greedy eyes looked to the basket for a moment and waited for Laun to continue.  Not getting anything else, the noble said, “Down in the kitchens, Lady?”

Laun did not want to play games.  But she had to.  “No, Lady.  I just came from my Father’s rooms after discussing some business of the realm.  It is hard for me to carry things with only one hand available to me...”

Lady Beatia narrowed her eyes and her hand went to a heavy chain necklace at her cleavage.  “Ah.  It is nice that our King asks your opinion of matters of state.  It does make one feel important.”

Laun sighed.  “Yes, it does.  And now that the wedding is off, I am sure we will need to find something for you and your beautiful daughters to do.  Father mentioned that I should...entertain you.” »Read More

The Slave Lady Chapter 46

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The morning was already good for Laun.  A good morning routine in the walkway, a light tunic on just to keep any watchers from being too offended.  A glass of milk from the pitcher to keep her stomach from rumbling.  And Ithian back between her legs.

His mouth on her womanhood had been a wonderful way to wake that morning.  She had started to stir, but feeling first his fingers and then his face trying to get below her belly had brought a smile to her face.  He had brought her to a wonderful peak and then he had made love to her as the light in the courtyard started to spill through the walkway and into the bedroom.  He had brought her to the edge and had asked permission to peak with her, as he had seen her servant do.  Laun had said yes and had the rush of her orgasm heightened with the power she seemed to have over him.

Laun cleaned up after her exercises and dressed, a dark set of tunic and skirt over a few of her found knife harnesses.  She was very happy that she had been able to find rooms that used the same keys that Del had given her for opening many of the guest chambers.  Finding another armory with the close arms was like a pastry shop for most other women.

It was still early in the morning, but Laun wanted to push her advantage.  She looked at Gem who had slept on the floor on the pillows and motioned with her chin at Ithian who had fallen back asleep in the bed.  “If you want to...”

Gem grinned and scrambled up into the bed.  Laun checked herself in the mirror and heard a surprised sound and then a gasp as Gem woke Ithian, and the rest of him. »Read More

The Slave Lady Chapter 45

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It was agonizing for Laun.  She did not want to be there.  She saw the looks from the people she did not know and the expectations as they looked at Ithian, waiting.

The servants had cleared the first course of plain foods.  It had been a time for people to talk, to get to know the people around them, if they didn’t already.  Laun had wanted to make sure that there was that time at the beginning of the meal, since the rest was going to be all distraction.

Laun was between Ithian and Falmir.  At times, both of her hands were being held lightly by them.  She saw the glances down the table by Engrid, and by the mother of the noble daughters.

Laun really did not want to be there.

The goat that the farmer had sold them had been brining for two days.  It had gone over the coals that morning.  It was being carried into the tent by the two strongest men of the entertainers while two of the women contortionists rode on their shoulders. The time for pleasantries was over.  Falmir lost the advantage over the meal when he had not forced Ithian to stand and ask for Laun’s hand witnessed by all assembled in the tent.  Laun had kept a conversation going between the two men, but switching between them if she saw any way it could be turned to Ithian standing for the announcement.

Adelmar came in through the tent, bumbling and doddering his way through.  He made a little speech welcoming all to the Hawkwell manor.  Laun called out that she had already done that, to the twitters of the nobles around him. »Read More

The Slave Lady Chapter 44

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The afternoon breeze was hot and the sun did not have any clouds to soften it as it beat down on the gathered people.

It had been close to an hour since the sentry with the fast horse had come with word of the group from the Capitol City.  He said there were at least two hundred people in the group, servants included.  Del looked like he wanted to panic, but his mask went over his emotions and he set about opening all the rooms that Laun had insisted be readied.

The soldiers were in loose ranks along the roadway to the manor.  Until attention was called, they did not want to spend too much time with their black leathers in the sun, but they could not stray from their positions in case their commander called them to readiness.  The men next to the horses were dealing with the heat for themselves as well as the mounts and the horses were getting antsy.

The performers lounged.  They found shade and kept their energy for when they needed it.  Laun was amongst them, exchanging quips and barbs as well as the belled twine.  It was a way to pass time, but it also made the entertainers feel more comfortable around her.  She was not above sitting with them or learning from them, her rank in the nobles meaning little to the troupe.  Charel was trying to teach the Lady without being made fun of by the others.

Laun was in a loose, light colored linen tunic and skirt, the natural color to the fabric good for reflecting the heat of the sun.  She had a belt with a pouch and a few other things on, the first she had worn since she had gotten there.  She needed a place to put the few extra keys that Del had given her over the last few days, in case there was need as the people with Falmir were put into the manor.  It was the pouch that kept getting fingers almost into it with the bell on the twine, but Laun had put another bell just inside the flap, and that caught most of the sleight of hand entertainers. »Read More

The Slave Lady Chapter 43

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The message from Falmir noted that a few people would be coming with him.  Laun forced herself into the role of making sure that as many of the guest quarters were open and aired and stocked as possible, much to Del’s annoyance.  She moved things around, made plans depending on who came with her father and generally made people understand that while she was there, she was in charge.

The troupe tried to move out of the Manor.  Laun would not hear of it.  With the extra hands to help, it made setting the manor for the visit easier, and Laun planned entertainments with them, but that was not all.  The acrobats were put to the roof above the privy in Laun’s room to find the roof leak when there was another short shower and the leak had destroyed more of the cleansing paper.  Del gave them access to a storage area that had repair supplies and it was done in less than a day after Laun had been asking Del and Senri to get it accomplished for over a week.

The soldiers took time each day to mend and polish their uniforms.  It was fun for Laun to walk by lines of the men with needle and thread or wax and cloth.  There was a man with a knife shaving many of the men who did not have their own shaving kits.  Not all of them got away without seeing their own blood.

Laun made a point of visiting the medic every day.  He was unresponsive the first two times she went to see him, just laying with his back to her in the tent.  She would not talk of anything much, just the plans for the upcoming visit, the weather, and the state of her foot.  The second day, as Laun was leaving, he rolled over and looked at her.  The third day, he was sitting up on his cot while she was there.  Still, not talking back or being active, but he smiled as Laun stood to leave. »Read More

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