Fragmentary updates… Poor Khushi, she’s so busy these days that keeping her “travel” diary up to date often doesn’t work. So her recollections are a bit fragmentary.
On our way back, we met some Ishey shepherds, and they promised to bring five lambs to the Pink House, and murder them and prepare them. I had a hard time convincing them that I did want to have the brains, lungs, liver, lights, heart and kidneys, because they wanted to give those bits to Mizran, but they’re food! The only thing in a living animal that cannot be eaten are the bladder and the intestines, and even that’s up for discussion. Oh, and the hooves.
We were home in time to prepare dinner. This was the evening Merain would come with his wife, and their children. And it looked like we’d have so many guests, friends from Moryn, Maile and Sabe, too. So, the weather being nice, we put out some benches and a table among the chickens.
In the end, we had a great evening. Merain is very funny, his wife is very likeable, their kids are very cuddly, and besides, we had an eight-year old, Selle, niece of Ma Tylse, to mind the children. The only anxious moment was when the eldest, all of three years old, had climbed into the pig pen. Selle thought my worry was about his clothes, but I know that pigs can be mean cusses, and was worried about the piglet biting the child. But we averted the mishap, and…
The rest of the evening was so good! The Ishey gave everyone meat from the lambs, there were other dishes, there was wine and beer, there was music and dancing, there were young people (listen to me, being nineteen years old!) discovering semsin with each other, tales and stories — it was just like we were a real Ishey household.
Something the Ishey boys and Sabe mentioned, too, independently.
Merain asked a dozen of our younger guests to come to the Temple of Mizran to do exams for Temple Clerk. They’re going to need so many people if Moryi and I get our plans carried out…
It was quite early when everyone went home — early in the morning, I mean.
And of course, it was Brothel Day, that morning. I didn’t even go to sleep, I kissed Moyri as she went to bed, and kissed her some more, went up to the hospital. We started out all together, that is, me, Varyn, her journeyman Jeran, Geran and his journeyman Ruzyn, and we went on our way! Usually, I start at the Iss-Peranian brothel, where lady Samila reigns with hygiene and humanity, but today we started at the top of the town, taking the Valdyan brothels first.
Oh Dayati! The brothels had been cleaned completely by Ma Tylse’s friends, but apparently the lice, fleas and other bed bugs had hatched from eggs everyone had missed, so every room, every bed, every whore and every servant was once again overrun with the filthy creatures. Some told me, it’s just a fact of life, you can’t get rid of them, but BY DAYATI, I will! Turenay is clean, and so Selday will be CLEAN!!!
And so it will.
In the first brothel, quite a few whores had one of the fucking sicknesses, and I was kind of dreading draining them all myself, but then I hit upon a genius idea! I could ask them to make them come themselves, of course! I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that with my first batch of patients in the hospital…
There were also people who were suffering from lesions and irritations of their tender parts, everyone had fleas and head lice, and there was a lot of work to do.
Given that there are only four brothels in Selday, we could afford to rest between our jobs. And then it turned out that one of the inns where we were having food and something to drink had wait-staff that also had been whoring themselves out. And yes, they were sick, too. Dammit. AND one of the girls had a boyfriend, and they were saving up together for a fishing smack, and HE had rented out his arsehole, too, for a measly shilling a fuck. And he was sick, too, of course. Great Dayati, give me patience. We healed them up, then gave the innkeeper instructions to clean up his house
Ah! he was the one who said vermin is part of life, useless to try to get rid of it — hah! — I made a law then and there that any public house, shop, inn, restaurant, brothel or other place of congregation that harboured vermin would be closed until clean, got Sabe to bring me my Sheriff’s Seal and made it into an order. And I got someone to copy the new law out and deliver it to all such places, where the law is going to be pasted (or posted, I don’t remember) for all customers to see.
I also got Ram (and I wish I could find a way to get him into our bed before we leave for our tour, but neither of us can get pregnant, so I don’t have any excuse, but gosh, he’s scrumptious!) to bring us four pails of sulphur, so we could fumigate the brothels. And that we did!
It was the same everywhere, filth, pain, sickness hidden by “it’s what it is, we’ve got some days off, we made a lot of money, why worry”. I don’t get that attitude, but then… We did make a difference, and Ma Tylse’s friends are making a killing cleaning up public places right now. All the brothels are flush with money, and they can afford to pay their shillings and riders to the cleaning squad.
We had dinner at Khapo’s, but he didn’t need to be told to clean up his inn, he was busy with that already, and we had to have our dinner in his yard, but it was good!
After dinner, our last visit was Lady Samila’s house, and here we had a surprise. Nobody was sick, nobody was hurt, nobody was tired to death — except Lady Samila. She was so tired out! She explained, she’d been keeping her boys and girls safe, her house clean with her dandar powers (which is just semsin but done the Iss-Peranian way, the Queen has a big down on it, I don’t know why, I’ve written the queen I’m going to keep Samila and not send her back, she’s my friend) and she just couldn’t handle the drain anymore.
Then I got a brilliant idea! (I have them, sometimes) I took Samila to the beach, and, after having warned Moyri I was taking a pretty lady to see the Sea Beings, took her into the water. We offered warm water to the Sea Beings, and then we played with them, and the filled Samila with anea — reviving her completely! We parted the best of friends!
Also, she has a pupil, Roushan, a bit too young I would say for working in a brothel, but there you are, and I’ve got her promise that I can have her as my semsin apprentice, if I become Samila’s dandar apprentice. Let’s see how that goes!
When I got home, Moyri looked at me ruefully, and admitted she had head-lice, too… So we asked Ma Tylse to boil our bed linen and destroy the straw and fumigate our bedroom, and we went up to the White House. There we bathed, and I cleaned Moyri’s hair with camphor oil and a fine comb, and kissed her, and we decided to have dinner in the bath. Our apartments have a bath that’s big enough for four people to sit in, made by Ajay.
And when I ordered food from the kitchen, the cook was plenty happy, because finally she could use the floating dinner table Ajay had invented! So we had our food in the bath, a floating table between us, laden with lovely delicacies, playing with each others pussy with our toes.
And afterwards, we made love, and made love some more, and then fell asleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night, when we made some more love.
In the morning, I got up early and went for a training session with the regiment, and when I came back, Moyri was just waking up, so I fed her breakfast, and we made some more love.
We also realized that we always begin to talk shop when we’re done making love… I was wondering whether it was a bad thing, but Moyri said it probably was just that right after having emptied our minds and pussies, we were at our most lucid, and, well, it’s how we are. This time, we decided that having an official Midwives Guild would be a good idea, and we took a bit of charred twig from the fireplace and wrote a memorandum on the wall.
The Feast of Timoine is so close! We didn’t have enough sugar, but then discovered there was a big stock in the White House! So Maile, Sabe and me have been preparing sweets for the Feast of Timoine for days now. It feels great to just be able to focus on normal things again! We’ve had lots of fun figuring out new recipes, tastes and colors. Of course, we stopped delivery to the brothels for now (they are still closed because they are recovering), and we’re just working for the Feast.
I know that Selday doesn’t have a tradition of giving every child a belly-ache after they come back from their worship in the forest, but it’s a tradition in Turenay and in any place where there are Sithi, so there!