Another Village, another White House
When we arrived at Lady Jerna’s White House, I was put in bed immediately, and I think Jeran and the others who had helped with the healing of chalk pit workers, too. I slept, slept, slept, slept and slept! Until mid-morning, when I noticed that Moyri was toying with the stubble covering my crotch…
I was still tired, but there was cold iron-heart tea, a few things to nibble on, and of course plenty of pussy to eat, in our bedroom. This we did, and when it really was time to appear for the noon-meal, when we had only a few minutes left alone, Moyri wanted me again… I might now and then be a little excessive in my aims, but Moyri still has all that appetite that delighted, but also almost terrified me when we first fucked. (I think by now I know the difference between fucking and making love, my knowledge of Ilaini is increasing!)
Then Roushan entered to pretty us up for the Lady, and she did her work really well. Braided my hair in three braids, which she then knotted (or knit?) together in quite a fancy thing. Then she shaved my arms, pits and legs, but for my crotch, I asked her to hand the razor to Moyri. It’s something she particularly likes to do…
And then I was sown (sewn? The less I have a chance of speaking Síthi, the more Ilaini puzzles me) into my gown, and Moyri into hers, and we made our appearance in the Hall.
That sounds like I should have written Great Hall, but though a bit barny, it was quite simple. Some good tapestry, though, and a table laden with food, and benches filled with apprentices, teenagers and dependents of the household. And for us a separate table, with Lady Jerna and her son. Her son is called Radan, and he’s been in the campaign against the Khas, where he received a badly healed leg wound. He’s a bit lame, and not always the quickest on the uptake (but Moyri tells me that I’m not a judge of that, everyone is slow to me…), but quite handsome in a thirty-year-old-bachelor-duyen kind of way.
His mother is lovely! So graceful and you can just feel how warmly she loves this place.
But then, so does Radan, which poses a bit of a problem, since his mum wants him to marry and make babies, and he wants to marry, but not someone he’s known since his childhood…
He and I got to talk about that, because I asked him to take me to the Temple of Naigha, while Moyri and Lady Jerna were having their baroness-ladyship (what’s the title of a local lady of the manor? Does she have one?) talk.
He was a bit annoyed that I also talked to him about marriages and heirs and so on, at least at first, but I guess he didn’t mind too much, and I did admit to him that I’m the world’s worst busybody. He also was taken aback a bit when he discovered I’m the wife of the baroness, sheriff, hospital doctor, guild master and master confectioner… He told me he thought that was maybe a bit much? And when he enumerated it, with actual numerals, I mean, he counted on his fingers I got the feeling that I might be trying to do a bit too much, too. But what can I give up? Everything I do is needed, and if I don’t do it, nobody does it. Just look at all the gifted teenagers — we sometimes have twenty of an evening in Selday, who otherwise wouldn’t get taught! Argh!
But I guess I did get him to understand that staying in this place, which he loves, but where all the girls as so familiar as to be boring, won’t get him a wife. He’s got to go out, travel to Valdis, maybe Veray, too, and come back with a nice Velihan wife. That might help raise the number of potential grandmasters a bit, because compared to Turenay, this is the desert!
Then we arrived at the Temple of Naigha, and I was introduced to the priestess, Tylse, and her daughter, Venla, also a priestess. The daughter was about my age, say twenty, and her mother between forty and fifty. Her mother was a bit fierce, but her daughter could snigger at my jokes. And we had a lot to talk about, but the first reason I want to meet each and every priestess of Naigha is that I want the young ones to take three or six months teaching in our hospital.
When I told them I could heal the silver sickness, and at least one kind of fucking sickness, they were impressed. Of course, all the things Doctor Cora has thought out haven’t arrived here, Idanyas is such a backwater! And there were seven hundred people living in this village of Lady Jerna’s, it’s called Clear Springs. And then, when I yawned, politely behind my hand, I told them I was so tired after working with Jeran to heal the people in the chalk pit village, mom priestess almost fell from her stool, and that was when she was ready to agree to send her daughter to Selday.
Excellent, that means that she and Radan can travel together, more companionable, and safer, even though there don’t seem to be that many bandits here, nobody had complained to me about bandits, in any case.
By the way, did I mention that with the power vested in me as a Master in the Doctor’s Guild of Veray, I have made Jeran a provisional master? I gave him a nice piece of parchment with lots of seals on it. He’s earned it, that stunt in the chalk pit village was a master’s trial or master’s work if there’s ever one!
After the Temple of Naigha, I invited Radan for a glass of wine in the best inn of this village. I had already spied that there were three old men and two old women sitting outside, on benches, empty mugs in their hands, and I knew where my next effort at spying out the land was going to be. We joined them, and I ordered drinks, and told tales, and ordered drinks, and told tales, and I had them eating out of my hand… And then I learned the two women were lovers. But they couldn’t marry any more because they were beyond child-bearing age. You can only marry when you can make or have children, they argued, they weren’t going to be married, they would marry other people. But they did want to meet my wife, so I invited Moyri, and we had a very, very nice afternoon, during which we learned a LOT of this part of Idanyas.
Of course, we had to be back in time for the Official Banquet, which was good, and plentiful, and we had plenty to talk about too. I told Radan I wanted to show him how we taught a group of young apprentices, and he was interested, but then came with a bit of an unexpected request: could we also teach the young gifted of this village?
Well, yes… I nodded, because we only have about ten apprentices with us, right? And we’ve done twenty before. It turned out that after the tables were cleared away, we had forty-five people to teach. Jeran, Moyri and me, we looked just a bit apprehensive at that, but we found a great idea. It was Moyri’s idea. We’d put them, two by two, opposite each other, like with a first fencing lesson, teach them to stand, rooted in their safe place, and then step and push at each other with semsin.
It was almost a dance, it was almost fencing. We had told them to keep one hand on their back, one on their breast, and after half an hour during which we taught them their posture, just like you do with fencing, but in their minds, had them pushing and repulsing each other, half bodily, half mindily.
I had warned the cook to make a kettle full of ironheart tea and lots of nibbles for after the lesson, which took two hours. I think I burst a seam in my dress, I was wet with sweat, and everything stuck to my body… But it was also grand! And it gave Radan lots of ideas, so when we were going well, he started helping Jeran.
Oh Anshen! The feeling of me and Moyri behind our line of apprentices, Jeran and Radan behind their line, making sure everybody was learning but also safe, it was grand!
And then, of course, there were the headaches, the hunger, the thirst afterwards, but I had provided for that, like I wrote.
For me, at that moment, there was only one thing I wanted, out of my dress, and in Moyri’s arms.
This was quite a big problem, because in the first place, it had been Roushan’s first intensive lesson in Valdyan Dandarship, so she was tired and hungry and thirsty, too, and in the second place, she had sewn (I think that’s the right word, sown is weird) me in my gown, and now had to unpick it. Tearing it of would ruin it!
Still we managed, and almost before Roushan had gone downstairs, we were holding each other, revelling in each others warm, spicy, sweaty scent.