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The Slave Assassin Chapter 8

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It had been another day of rest for all the people who had been with Lady Engrid on the trip.  Nothing pressing happened, and there was a palpable tension when Lady Engrid did not have the transferring ceremony.  

Morning came yet again to heat the desert plateau.  Word was sent that the ceremony to name her heir was going to happen, certain people being asked to attend, including Laun, and Gem.

“Are you all right with seeing her?”

Gem leaned against Laun, the child between them.  “I am scared, but I can face her.”

Laun kissed Gem on the forehead.  “She was your Mistress and taught you.  It is hard to meet back up and face someone who seemingly threw you away.”  She had a half-smile and said, “I understand some of that.”

Gem would not meet Laun’s eyes.  “Yes...  Mistress.”

The group that was in the death room was select.  Several nobles, a few servants.  The Rosemond King was in the courtyard and came in after talking with the healers who had been attending Lady Engrid.

“The healers have informed me that she is not lucid right now.  They will work with her and perhaps tomorrow.”  He made a little shrug and looked around, avoiding the woman they were there to see die.

There were sounds of disappointment, and a few sighs of relief.  The room cleared, many of the people going through the courtyard and out a small hall to the rest of the building.  Laun had a few small words with Ifahyd, who apologized for bringing Laun from her own recovery bed for nothing to happen.  He then apologized for having to leave her as business of state had to be attended to.

Laun was not alone, but she was certain that the Marquis had positioned himself to be the last person of note in the courtyard.  He nodded to her and slowly walked over, his hands out and open towards her.

“Highness, you do not look like the walk back to the yurlodge would be good for you.  I offer a place to sit and have water...”  He motioned to his rooms off the courtyard, the doors open to the sandy garden.

Laun thought, and took accounting of her pains and fatigue.  She nodded, only a hint of a smile on her lips but not in her eyes.  “Thank you, Marquis.  It is a kind offer.” »Read More

The Slave Assassin Chapter 7

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“I wasn’t expecting this much fuss over me...”

Laun had been helped up out of the yurlodge and to a space outside that had been arranged for the evening meal.  Carpets went over the sand, pillows and a low couch brought for people to make themselves comfortable with.  Four tall poles held a simple fabric shade to keep the lowering sun from harshly lighting the area, and to keep their skin from burning as they ate.

Then there was the food.  Three large silvered platters that had their own stands making them tables.  Each mounded with food enough to stuff every one in the group several times over.  With water, wine, and a mint and rose petal concoction that Laun decided was the best thing ever.

There were servants that were sitting along the outside, watching as they were not allowed to get close to Laun.  The several companions and concubines, on the other hand, had been sent to attend just Laun and would not allow anyone to do anything for her.

Laun lay back on the low couch, being fed by one of the red scarves as another was dancing to yet another’s small pipe.  There was laughter and a good mood in the Peaches.  It was good to see, even with the guest who had decided to come to the small feast instead of attending the larger formal Royal dining tent for evening meal.

The Marquis had heard that Laun and her people were being treated to a separate dinner and went to see.  Laun had seen the tension between Silar and Silver while traveling, but she did not know the history between the men and would not have really cared if she did.  She offered the Marquis a pillow several people away from her and relaxed back into the silken couch. »Read More

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