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"Nice to know," I murmured. "Pity about Leona."
"We do not allow infighting, Cáel," she regarded me. "The Council decides - the High Priestess rules." I was digesting this information glut. I smelled Katrina's hand in all this.
"Are you the next High Priestess?" I went fishing.
"That's not how we do things. We search for birthmarks, auspices and celestial signs to lead us to the proper candidates," Sydney grinned.
Wait; that was the truth! These nuts used astrology to pick their Supreme Leader...wacko.
"Candidates with an's'? Let me guess, they don't know it yet. The Council makes them run a gauntlet of tests to determine who gets the final nod," I reasoned. The guard jerked and Sydney stared at me.
"I see why Katrina wants you to breed with her house," Sydney mused.
"That's a pity," I sighed. "I'm devoting what's left of my short life to the Art of Masturbation."
"I like you," Sydney snorted. I was used to that. "You make Aya happy and that child needs it," was unexpected. Despite the pain and blood loss, I began to work out some things.
Things like sterility. My semi-educated stab in the dark suggested that there were only three breeding females in House Epona - Caitlyn, Desiree and Aya. Desiree's mother could bear children and she had mated outside the program to conceive Desiree. The two adult women I'd seen at Caitlyn's house had no children, nor did Katrina herself.
As prestige conscious as these women were, being capable of bearing children was most likely the deciding factor in letting Desiree come back - instead of being murdered. Likewise, the way they all circled wagons around Aya spoke to more than their compassion and sisterhood. It was unlikely due to their militancy they would force one of their own to breed, so Desiree was abstaining due to a host of mental health issues.
And Katrina had made a point of me making Desiree smile. I couldn't confirm any of this with Desiree. If I showed her an ounce of pity, she'd either throw up a wall, or beat me senseless. I wasn't going to touch Aya until she was eighteen. Caitlyn would be a more delicate issue. Delicate as in 'how many women was I seeing again'.
- COMMENTS
Ravey1911 months agoWhat a mess he's getting himself into but charm, personal and bulls hit is pulling him through so far. 5⛤
Wargamerabout 1 year agoHe’s lucky to be alive, either guts or foolishness
What an imagination to write this story. I’m in awe.
Being a keen student of the Bronze Age, lm enjoy all this.
Scores 5/5
Chopinesqueabout 2 years agoA very full five stars. This is an epic story. A saga. My second reading, and as good, even if surprise is lessened, because nuance comes clearer. Oh man, be thanked for such a fine read!
