15:
A dark rendezvous of sorts as my Mistress seeks to demonstrate her
resourcefulness as Samos's agent
“Did she mention she was going to
bring four guards?” asked Brinn as he subtly adjusted the position
of his sword’s scabbard in order to facilitate a more rapid draw of
the blade. He looked magnificent of course – a true man – not
like the insipid men of Earth that I had often teased and manipulated
for my own amusement.
Just kneeling close to him gave me a delicious
sense of sexual anticipation that I would never dare admit to Sophia.
Brinn made me feel vulnerable and needy and I resented the fact that
he was so wrapped up in his mission that he barely glanced at me. I
knelt on marshy ground on one of the lagoon islands tucked away in
the vosk delta just a short distance from the main city walls. This
was still Port Kar territory, but if we travelled on up river for a
few pasangs we would then be in undisputed Rencer territory and risk
attack.
It was noticeable that nothing
whatsoever had been said about last night.
The elephant was most certainly in the
room as far as last night was concerned.
“She’s a Free Woman involved in a
shadowy and secretive society, Brinn. She will be nervous, overly
paranoid and probably concerned that she has enemies everywhere,”
said my Mistress as she too gazed down at the simple wooden wharf
where the Lady Ameena’s men were securing her gondola. “There
won’t be any need for sword play,” she added as she noticed the
way Brinn tested the smooth draw of his blade by sliding it an inch
or two from the supple sheath. “Honestly, you warriors...”
“Oh?” Brinn remarked without
turning his gaze away from the group of figures at the bottom of the
hillock.
“Rest assured I will have the
situation completely in hand. Leave everything to me,” said Marissa
with a sense of confidence that impressed Brinn. “As far as the
Lady Ameena is concerned, I am a potential recruit who supports her
cause. It is natural she wishes to meet me in private before I am
welcomed with open arms into her conspiracy.”
“This is a remote island in a remote
lagoon,” said Brinn as he gazed back at the wooden shack surrounded
by bushes and other wind swept foliage at its summit. “We can’t
even see Port Kar from here.”
“But of course. Seclusion and secrecy
is everything. Relax, Brinn.” Marissa placed a hand on his sword
arm and tapped it briefly with her fingers. “I will easily win her
confidence and approval. It is what I do. Just politely act the part
you’re supposed to play – that of my private obedient guardsman,
and leave everything else to me. And as for you, Kiera, if asked, you
were once a free woman of Tharna who was reduced to abject slavery
and yearns for the day when the glory of Tharna will rise once
again.”
I had been briefed on enough facts
pertaining to Tharna to at least answer basic questions but I wasn't
sure how well my cover would hold if anyone pressed the point.
“I see. I do have a question though,
Lady,” said Brinn.
“Of course you do. You always have so
many questions,” said Marissa in exasperation. “Honestly, Brinn,
it can be tiresome sometimes.”
“Nevertheless my question is quite
pertinent at this point, bearing in mind the Lady Ameena has chosen
to meet us on an isolated, hidden private island far from the sight
of anyone in Port Kar, and she has brought four guardsmen to the
meeting. My question is, how well do you know this Lady Ameena?”
“I don’t know her in the slightest.
She contacted me in response to the things I have been saying in
public. This will be the first time we meet and speak.” Marissa
smoothed down the fabulous fabrics of her outer gowns. Despite
Brinn’s previously stated preferences she still wore her gowns and
robes tightly belted to accentuate her curvaceous figure. My Mistress
was referring to the plan she had put into action many week agos, whereby
she began to speak quite openly in public of her admiration for the
old Tharna regime, of how feminine dominance was the true natural
order of the day, as evidenced by the economic success of several
Gorean city states who were ruled by Tatrixes, and how she personally
supported any endeavour that promoted Free Women to a position of
power. It was bait thrown out randomly throughout Port Kar in the
hope of coming to the attention of the Shadow Council. My Mistress
assumed that like any other organisation it had to recruit new
members to grow its strength, power and influence, and being a covert
society it presumably found people of interest, observed them for a
while, and if they seemed promising candidates, contacted them
quietly to bring them into the fold. After weeks of speaking
loudly at various social functions in Port Kar, My Mistress had
received a carefully worded letter from Lady Ameena who declared that
she liked what Marissa had been saying and proposed meeting her
outside the walls of Port Kar to discuss matters of mutual interest.
The succulent bait had been taken, it seemed.
My Mistress had wasted no time in
exchanging a few equally ambiguous letters and resolved to meet Lady
Ameena on a quiet and secluded island in one of the outer lagoons.
The Lady Ameena had promised her a life changing opportunity.
Brinn seemed to frown as he saw the
Lady Ameena stride purposefully up the sloping hillock, closely
followed by her four guardsmen. They all carried sword scabbards that
were slung over their left shoulders, meaning they were right handed
as most Goreans are. The blades were held in positions where the
hilts could be gripped quickly and the weapons drawn without warning.
The men did not however wear helmets and they carried no shields.
This was not after all a war situation. They were simply guardsmen
there to protect the Lady who employed them, and bearing in mind we
were just a couple of pasangs outside Rencer lands, this was probably
a wise precaution.
“I would be correct in assuming
then,” said Brinn, “that prior to coming here you researched and
investigated this Lady Ameena, utilising all the available resources
of the Priest King network to do so?”
“By no means. I saw no need,” said
Marissa. “I want to claim all the glory for infiltrating the Shadow
Council for myself alone – it will be a considerable feather in my
cap and will lift my status to lofty levels rarely enjoyed by Free
Women employed by the Sardar. The last thing I want is the
involvement of junior petty bureaucratic agents who will attempt to
steal some of my glory simply because they consulted a few dusty
scrolls and transcribed their contents. Everything we need to know
about the Lady Ameena I will discover in a few minutes once I speak
to her. Look how eager she is to meet me! In her last letter she
advised considerable haste in arranging a time and a place!”
“And yet there are four guards,”
said Brinn again. The men and their employer were now but thirty
yards from the summit of the hillock with its small single wooden
shack. Brinn had already inspected it of course in advance and had
satisfied himself that it was nothing more than an abandoned shack,
desolate, isolated, and without any further men at arms hidden in the
vicinity. It was mostly empty save for a table, some boxes, old sack
cloth, and a barrel or two. Like most Gorean buildings it had a
couple of iron slave rings bolted into the walls.
“She will, I am sure, invite me to
join the Shadow Council. At a stroke I will be privy to the secret
workings of these people, and in time I will work my way into their
full trust and no doubt rise through their ranks, all the while
feeding back valuable information of their plans and schemes to
Samos. I may even come to the attention of the Priest Kings
themselves. I may even be awarded a great estate as you were!” The
Lady Marissa seemed very excited by the prospect and the abundant
possibilities.
“I remain concerned that there are
four armed men approaching us,” said Brinn.
“How absurd! There really is nothing
to fear,” explained Marissa. “She is on the one hand very keen to
meet me. She hopes that I will prove suitable for induction into her
conspiracy, but consider the risks from her point of view. This could
so easily be a trap designed to ensnare a Free Woman.”
“You think so?” said Brinn as he
regarded the isolated location again.
“But of course. Why this is precisely
the sort of remote location where a Free Woman could find herself in
trouble if she was tricked into meeting someone here.”
“I see your point in that,” said
Brinn. “I'm not sure you do though...”
“She is obviously cautious, and
rightly so, for a Free Woman with insufficient guards could find
herself helpless in a place like this. It is understandable then that
she does not wish to take such a risk.”
“Hence the four guards?” asked
Brinn.
“Hence the four guards, yes.”
“Why then do we not have four
guards?”
“Because we don’t need them! How
many times do I have to explain – the Lady Ameena is desperate to
meet me. She is intrigued by the statements I have been making in
Port Kar this past week – statements carefully constructed so as to
appeal to the members of this Shadow Council and attract their
attention. She will want to know who I am, and why I have been
telling everyone I meet how fervent I am in my desire to elevate the
position of Free Women in Port Kar. She no doubt admires the things
have said, and only her caution that this is not a trap has dictated
meeting me at a lonely and isolated place such as this.”
“I’m not sure I’ve ever had to
fight four men before,” mused Brinn. “Hopefully you are right.”
“Of course I am right. Trust me,
Brinn, I am experienced in such matters. But please, try not to
appear menacing in any way. I do not want them to think we pose a
threat.”
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We had been in Port Kar for nearly
three weeks by the time my mistress announced last night that the
shadow conspiracy had contacted her. She had deliberately delayed
breaking the news until shortly before the time Brinn was due to
leave for the night and see that we locked and bolted our doors
securely.
“A toast, perhaps?” she said as she
removed the stopper from a flask of wine.
“A toast to what, Lady? Another week
of you dining at cafes?”
“A toast to our first success of
course, Brinn,” said my mistress as she poured two goblets of
ka-la-na wine. “They have made contact. We shall meet them tomorrow
on a piece of marshland close to the vosk delta mouth.”
“Oh.” Brinn seemed both surprised
and pleased. “Good news indeed, Lady. I shall indeed drink to
that.” I saw that as usual he couldn't help but gaze at Marissa's
bare lips. They are very beautiful lips, I suppose, ripe, full and
very kissable if you happen to be a Gorean man, and Brinn had to some
degree fixated upon them since my mistress still went without veils
within her home. She gave him the wine with her left hand and as she
took it, she briefly touched the back of his hand with the fingers of
her right hand. The contact must have been electric for Brinn as I
saw his hand twitch slightly. I sensed an intake of breath on his
part. And then as if nothing much had happened, my mistress used her
right hand to retrieve her own wine goblet.
“To our partnership, mighty Brinn of
the Sardar,” she said, raising her glass.
“To the graceful Lady Marissa of
Corcyrus,” said Brinn in a throaty voice. His eyes regarded her
carefully.
“To the strong, handsome Brinn,”
added Marissa, extending the toast, her gaze lingering on him for a
moment.
Brinn seemed to grip the stem of his
glass hard enough to shatter it. “To... a beautiful free woman...”
he eventually said. I got the impression this was uncertain ground
for him.
“Beautiful?” Marissa pretended
pleasant surprise as she placed the palm of one hand on her breast in
a swoon like motion.
“It is...” Brinn seemed to cough,
“what you are... Lady... this isn't a conversation we should be
having.”
“Oh?” Marissa boldly took a step
forward. She regarded the warrior with doe-like eyes. “Surely there
is nothing in your codes that forbids you paying an innocent
compliment to a woman? I am hardly offended...”
“Well, perhaps I should be going...”
said Brinn a bit too quickly as he caught the soft beautiful scent of
the perfume in her hair. It was deeply feminine without being lewd or
vulgar like slave perfumes are. It had cost ten silver tarsks for a
small stoppered vial, or so my mistress had told me.
“So soon? You will depart without
finishing your wine? You'll simply see us bolt our doors for the
night?”
“There is a kaissa game
unfinished...” Brinn's eyes were drawn now to the merest glimpse of
Marissa's bare throat where a single clasp of her gown had somehow
worked itself loose. He could see that soft skin, unmarked by a slave
collar.
“You should teach me how to play
kaissa one day...” suggested Marissa softly as she again took
another bold step towards Brinn. “Then you could try to take my
Ubara piece...” She was now within easy reach of his hands. He
could if he wished, seize her in an instant without taking a step
forward himself. Goreans refer to it as a woman placing herself
within binding distance.
“Kaissa is not a game for women. You
would be bored.”
“That depends on how good the lessons
are,” she said with a smile as she then sipped her wine. “I would
learn to defend my Ubara piece to the best of my ability. She would
be a very virtuous Ubara in the face of your... savage kaissa
moves...”
Oh... my... god...
I had never seen Brinn look so
bewildered before. He really had no idea how to respond to any of
this from a free woman. THIS was the man who would simply take hold
of a slave, throw her on a couch, ravage her for close to three hours
and then tell her to wake him in the morning with her mouth around
his penis?
It seemed that Brinn tried to think of
something polite to say. “The wine is very good, Lady.”
“I'm pleased. You'll find this
amusing, I know, but it is one of the high vintages of Cos, often
costing as much as a silver tarsk a bottle, taken as plunder I
believe by the raiders of Port Kar. It is commonly sold as an
expensive couching wine to be served during tender love making
between free companions. Isn't that amusing?” She sipped her wine
again as she regarded him.
“It is... fine enough to be one of
those, yes,” said Brinn as he tried to recover from an unexpected
choking cough.
Oh... my... god...
“I like you, Brinn of the Sardar,”
said Marissa quietly and with a softness to her voice. “I would not
have allowed just anyone to see me unveiled...” She took another
soft step forwards and tilted her face ever so slightly.
“I will bid you good night, Lady,”
said Brinn as he moved towards the door. “Be sure to fasten all
your bolts securely, admit no one who knocks, and I will see you in
the morning. My congratulations once again on a sound plan that has
borne fruit. You have done very well!”
There was silence in the room for a
while after Brinn left. I watched my mistress slowly finish her wine
and place the glass carefully on a shelf. Her hand holding the glass
had been shaking. She slid the bolts in place one at a time and then
she motioned to me.
“I will retire now, Kiera. Undress
me.”
I did so, taking my time so as not to
snag any of the hooks or fastenings as I unravelled the layers of
rich cloth from her body until she wore just the silken underslip.
She remained silent and impassive throughout. When I had finished she
walked quietly towards her room.
“You will not sleep in my bed chamber
tonight, Kiera. Find yourself a blanket in the kitchen.” She
entered her room and closed the door.
Within a few minutes I heard soft
weeping from inside.
It can be hard to be a free woman on
Gor.
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The woman wore red robes the colour of
rich wine as she threaded a path across the sodden ground towards
where we waited. Her four guards looked stern and professional in
their demeanours and I felt Brinn become very alert as he gauged
their skill from the way they had their scabbards placed across their
bodies. I too could see that these were professional fighting men,
schooled in the ways of weapons.
“Lady Marissa,” said the scarlet
woman, “thank you for coming. I trust the journey wasn't too
intrusive?”
“The conditions here are bleak,”
said Marissa, “but I understand the nature of discretion and I am
interested in what you have to say to me.”
“I am sure you are,” said the
scarlet woman. “My name is the Lady Ameena and I trust this meeting
will satisfy both our curiosities. Who is your man?” She regarded
Brinn.
“My name is Brinn,” he said.
“You are a warrior?”
“I am that, yes.” While he talked
to the Lady, his eyes never left the armed men the Lady had brought
with her.
“I could not come here alone,” said
Marissa. “That would be foolish.”
“Indeed.” She had of course ignored
me. I was a slave, I didn't count.
“Where shall we talk?” asked
Marissa.
“There is a small shack close to
hand. It will lend our words some privacy. Our men will wait here.”
“Is that agreeable, Brinn?” asked
Marissa. He simply nodded without taking his eyes from the armed men.
The door to the small wooden shack
swung shut as the women entered. Brinn had already checked and
confirmed that there was no working lock that mattered. He stood
nearby facing the four guardsmen as they in turn regarded him with
amusement. I knelt close to him, feeling a sense of menace pervading
the damp marsh air.
“Nervous?” asked the bearded man on
the right.
“Actually, yes. And it’s something
of a new sensation for me. But then I’m not usually in a situation
like this,” said Brinn with apparent good cheer.
“Not surprised you’re feeling
nervous,” said the blonde haired man beside the bearded one. “Not
a good position from a tactical point of view for you, is it?”
“Not really, no. I wouldn’t have
chosen it to be honest,” said Brinn. His eyes didn’t leave those
of the men.
“I mean, if something kicked off, if
something happened…” said the blonde man. “You’d be really
fucked, wouldn’t you?” He grinned.
“It’s certainly true I’d find the
ensuing fight a challenge,” said Brinn pleasantly once again. “If
of course something ‘kicked off’ as you said.”
“Better hope it doesn’t then,”
said the bearded man. “We don’t take men prisoners.”
“And women?” asked Brinn out of
curiosity. “Women such as this slave and the Lady Marissa?”
“Well now, that depends doesn’t
it,” said the blonde man. “Your slave, obviously, yes. We can see
she's worth taking. But your Lady? She certainly has an intriguing
figure, based on what we can see from the way she has belted her
gowns. Is she beautiful under that veil?”
“I think so,” said Brinn.
“Slave beautiful even?”
“Actually, yes, if I’m being
truthful,” said Brinn with a chuckle. “The Lady Marissa would
look good in a collar. She wouldn’t disgrace an auction block if
she was exhibited naked, under the whip. But that is just my amateur
opinion. I am not a professional slaver, you understand.”
I glanced up, shocked to hear Brinn
speak of Marissa that way, though secretly I was pleased too. I tried
to imagine my Mistress in a brief slave tunic and collar, made to
kneel before Brinn. She would look good on her knees.
“Well then, women like her we would
take prisoner. If the situation took a turn that way…”
“The Lady Marissa tells me that there
is absolutely nothing to worry about,” said Brinn. All four of the
men began to laugh as soon as they heard that. “You it seems have a
different view on the matter?”
The tense atmosphere persisted as time
seemed to crawl. The Ladies it seemed were talking at length for they
had been gone for quite a while. Whatever was being said, the words
were inaudible to Brinn’s ears, despite the ramshackle nature of
the building. Tempted as he was to go and check through a shuttered
window, he wasn’t going to take his eyes off the four armed men
standing in a semi-circle near him, nor was he going to leave me on
my own.
When eventually the wooden door did
open, creaking once again on rusted hinges, only the Lady Ameena
emerged. For a moment she stood there in the doorway, and for a
moment Brinn possibly thought that maybe, just maybe the Lady Marissa
would then emerge too to stand beside her. But instead the Lady
Ameena simply dusted down the sleeve of her left arm with the palm of
her right hand and she spoke three simple words to her men.
“Kill the fool.”
She had barely finished the second
syllable when one of her men fell back screaming with his throat
slashed open, and another of the men was suddenly blinded by a
handful of thrown sand from Brinn’s left hand. He had been holding
the sand since before the gondola had beached itself at the wharf
down hill from their position. Brinn’s instincts were incredibly
fast and he had his gladius out from its scabbard before Lady Ameena
had finished the first word, ‘kill’. As the remaining two men
began to draw their own weapons, Brinn engaged the first of them,
stabbing forward with the point of the gladius, catching the man’s
off hand arm as he instinctively raised it up to his chest to save
his life. In doing so the man continued to live but at the cost of
his left arm being maimed. He jumped back swiftly, finishing his draw
in the process, but the shock of the blow meant he lost several
precious seconds in the fight.
The remaining man whom Brinn had not
had the opportunity to harm cleared his own blade and stabbed at
Brinn who was now forced to shift his full attention to this new
threat. As the men chopped, parried and countered one another, the
startled Lady Ameena retreated back through the security of the
single doorway into the shack. Her right hand was placed just below
her throat in shock, just above the swell of her breasts as she took
in the scene unfolding before her. Instead of Brinn being killed
outright, one of her men was now dead, one of her men was temporarily
unable to see and a third would probably lose the use of his left
hand for life, so serious was the sword cut on his tendons. And now
her fourth man was fighting for his life against a warrior who was
clearly a master swordsman.
The clash of blades sounded very loud
in the chill marsh air, with the sound echoing for pasangs around. I
think the remaining assailant understood that Brinn was no common
swordsman as he was pressed back by a successions of sharp cuts and
thrusts that almost caused the man to stumble. The man was tiring,
but Brinn wasn't. Grim faced like the angel of death incarnate, Brinn
hammered away at the man's sword arm, finally breaking through the
weakening guard and thrusting into his exposed chest. The man gurgled
something final as he fell.
I watched in horror as Brinn
methodically slew each of the injured men in turn, showing no mercy
whatsoever.
And then, bloodied and savage looking,
Brinn advanced on the closed single door of the simple marsh shack,
his gladius clutched low in his right hand.
I wonder if Lady Ameena is currently lying in a cell in the pens of Samos, bitterly regretting her actions. Much might depend on Lady Marissa who I suspect is drugged, we will find out tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteDonna of Dover
Greetings Donna and Emma,
ReplyDeleteI find myself wondering if Arianna and the Lady Ameena might be one and the same individual? Kiera certainly wouldn't recognize her hooded and veiled. Her gaze would also be averted from free women in this situation.
At any rate, if this is indeed the case, it will soon be revealed. I am certain Brinn will ensure that Ameena will be placed in a position in which she can never make trouble for him again :)
Mick
Tal Mick and Emma,
ReplyDeleteI had thought that they might be different women from different factions. Lady Ameena might be from a rival slaver, attempting to kidnap Lady Marissa. anyway I strongly suspect that as you say she will not be causing any more problems. I had wondered if Samos had Kiera kept under observation to see who if anyone approached her.
Donna of Dover
I would speculate that it doesn't look good for Lady Ameena now that all four of her guards are dead and she seems to have made Brinn angry.
ReplyDeleteShe won't like Brinn when he's angry...