Sofonisba held her countenance in a
remarkably Mahid way and nodded her acknowledgement as she rose. Alaria, her face open as a book, couldn’t
keep the chagrin off it entirely. The
others merely stood where they rose from their curtsies and waited. Clearly, Sofonisba had either been chosen, or
become their First of Mahid.
“Dowager Imperatrix,” Sofonisba said,
her voice smooth as cream. “We were
certainly in different circumstances at the time. We all believed that there was a life for us,
outside Mahid.”
“And you were mistaken?” Inensa’s voice
was dry. “It is rather a long time to
come forward to claim a name by marriage, that was so vigorously resisted,
diligently hated and whose widowhoods were so unseemly joyful. Three years?”
Alaria had not the grace to show
shame. The others… it was mixed. All the girls that her own unlamented husband
Second Amitzas had married to his rogue Mahid to begin breeding up a new cohort
for the new regime he envisioned under her son, where so unlike Mahid born and
bred to it that they inspired a headache almost instantly growing behind her
eyes. She did not move to pinch the bridge of her nose to try and stop it.
“We… were mistaken, First Sera of the
Mahid.” Alaria chimed in. The toddlers
with them were admirably quiet. Almost
as quiet as they should be but one of the boys had sneaked up on one of the
palace cats and pulled its tail. The
screech and claw and follow-up howl effectively broke the tension enough to let
Inensa massage her temples for a moment, unnoticed.
“Sit down. We must at least speak of this over kaf
service,” Inensa snapped.
“These women…” Sofonisba sank gracefully
to the indicated chair and as the servants arrived with the kaf trays and
service, as subordinate, took up the service role, setting aside her onyxine
fan to take up the silver filter and sugar tongs. Inensa noted… and the woman
was visibly surprised when she nodded her approval.
“We all took advantage of the assistance
of the Yeolis,” she said. “Some of us
went back to what families we had left.
Some of the children… died or were given away to the House of Red Leaves
when born.” Inensa noted the euphemism.
Some of the girls had killed their unwanted Mahid children. Not surprising, especially if they were
girls. She did not interrupt but the boy
who had gotten scratched, now wiggled out of his mother… or keeper’s arms and
trotted over to them. “I’m Joras Mahid,”
he announced proudly, then hid his face in his hands.
Inensa held up her fan to pause the flow
of Sofonisba’s story and answered him. “An
ancient and honourable name. Who is your
mama?”
“She’s in S’estialis. She was mama!”
“Amatesha Mahid,” Sofonisba broke in. “6th
Nuninibas’s wife.”
“Yes.
I recall. A very fierce spirit.”
Inensa leaned down to where Joras had sat down and begun playing with the laces
of his shoes. “Joras. There are other Mahid children to play
with. Did you wish to go do that?”
“Can I take Tesha Mama?” One of the
other girls, who had another child on her lap.
“Tesha, as Mahid have you sworn to the
voted in Imperator?”
“Yes, First.”
“I will have everyone truth-drugged to
check their oaths. Sofonisba…” she
raised her voice so they all could hear. “I will accept you, provisionally,
since you have returned. Mahid is not the
same, which I suppose is one reason you risked returning to us. Until your oaths are tested you will be
required to remain in the Mahid quarters and have no contact with the other
Mahid. Do you understand?”
A murmur of agreement and children were
gathered up. “I will have your things
brought to you. Sofonisba.” She set down the sugar tongs absolutely correctly,
folded her gloves in her lap. “I will
continue to hear your report. Joras,
good boy for reporting in.” He beamed at her with a smile so like Elasha’s
deceased husband that her heart ached.
“Amatesha died last year. She was one of us… displaced ones,” Sofonisba
said as the bustle of servants and guards and everyone being escorted
downstairs faded. “Many families took
their girls back. Especially since the
Yeolis saw that there was funding for their ‘pain and trauma’.”
“Of being stolen or even just married
into the Mahid, yes.”
“The children… the unwanted… some
families would not take their widowed Mahid women back. Alaria’s… solas boy sneered at her as a widow
and ‘tainted’ by Mahid touch. She… used
one of the techniques you taught her and fled that town to find me.”
“I see. As an honourably widowed Mahid,
she was certainly justified in not accepting a mere solas’s opinion of
her. They were affianced before my
husband stole her?”
“Yes.”
“She has a great deal of learning to do
to properly channel her rage,” Inensa said and accepted the kaf cup from
Sofonisba. “Tell me the rest of it.”
“Dowager… are you not being too
trusting?” Sofonisba took up her own cup.
“You made me Mahid. Then cut me
loose, or some would say set me free of all married constraints. Or, ruined the life I had before. Should you not have your kaf-cup checked
after I have handled it?”
“No.
I believe I would have noted if you added anything to my cup or to the
sweetener, or to the milk.” She set her cup down and turned her hands over on
her knees, regarding them curiously. Their
cream colour was pristine. “I see I
shall need to instruct you on the proper use of drug-detecting fabric.” She reached a fingertip to the toxic ‘White
Glow’ in its special pot, rubbed a petal gently and displayed the resultant
faint blue spot to Sofonisba who smiled and sipped her kaf.
Oooh more for the Faaib team?
ReplyDeleteYou know me so well! Not all, of course...
ReplyDeleteNow... I wonder if an Aitzas or a Solas girl might 'try out' for the women's Mahid team. No other caste has a women's team yet!
ReplyDeleteVolunteers have so much more vigour, and hybrids most of all. Very interesting. Yes, I wanna see her on wheels with the mahid girl's faib team!
ReplyDeleteActually, I wanna see the oka grass league girls...brawny, hard-armed, crop-haired...
mmmm...butch paradise, eh?
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ReplyDeleteYes! I want to see her with wheels on her feet and the mahid girl's faib team.
ReplyDeleteBut what I would *really* lie to see are the oka grass league girls....brawny, hard-armed goddesses with cropped hair......
mmm...butch paradise, eh?
*drools*
DeleteI didn't even come here to remark on that.. Hahaha..
I am interested to see where this training goes. The Mahid as they were disgusted me. But this
This has potential
The most elegant ladies in the land are also the deadliest
... Heehee *drools some more*
I doubled one of Cat's comments inadvertently.
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