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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: The Overlords' Gambit
Universe: Narlass Chronicles
Summary: Amanda is again pulled into events that grow beyond what she
ever imagined as the Overlords plot against the Emperor, for the
changes in Oceanus will bring changes for herself as well.

Part: 31 of 36
Keywords: MF, Mf, Ff, ff, Mdom, Fdom, toys, bd, rom, magic, oral,
rough, spank

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2007

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The first rays of morning sun were only just clearing the trees that
lined one side of the large field along the mainland side of Lord
Duric's palace when a second sun burst into brief, fiery brilliance in
a flash of lightning and crack of thunder.

 General Yollon V'ojo looked on with a stoicism that was at odds with
the sense of awe he was actually feeling at the sight. Directly before
the commander of Duric's army, an already large globe of energy
expanded with such rapidity that he nearly took a step back from it.
Finally it stopped and seemed to shudder for a moment, energy forking
across its surface with hissing violence. The next moment, it collapsed
upon itself with a hollow boom that made his ears ring, only to expand
into a bright blue tunnel that extended into the distance.

The Portal was open.

Yollon surveyed it for a moment, then turned. He now faced the first
regiment of Duric's army, standing in rows at attention. The rest were
at ease and were supposed to resume training until it was their turn,
but many had stopped to witness the opening of the Portal, as they had
never seen such a thing.

Yollon noticed some of the men looking nervous at the sight of the
bloated Portal opening. Rather than chastise them for cowardice, he
chose a different tack.

"Hold at attention!" he barked to the regiment. He swiftly turned and
marched into the Portal without hesitation. The moment he crossed the
threshold, he turned into a shadowy visage of himself and disappeared
into the distance in a flash.

There was a long, silent pause.

It happened again in reverse. A shadow appeared and raced towards them,
stopped, and resolved itself into Commander Yollon.

Most of the men that had appeared nervous before now quickly wiped that
look from their faces. Yollon simply nodded at them.

"First echelon!" Yollon bellowed.

As one, the first row of men curled their right hands into fists and
struck it against their chest with an audible thump, calling out,
"Ready!"

Yollon stood aside. "/MARCH!/"

The men peeled off and formed an evenly-spaced and well disciplined
line as they streamed into the Portal.

"Second echelon!"

/Thump./ "Ready!"

"/MARCH!/"

Lord Duric watched from a balcony, his breath steaming before his face,
his arms folded tightly around his chest against the chill. He rather
admired Yollon's discipline and the loyalty he inspired in the men. He
was very grateful that Yollon had been one of the most attentive to
Amanda's dissertation on Selemas Keep. He had even thanked Duric for it
later that day.

But Duric was still rather stunned about what had happened just a short
time ago, just before the dawn.

Duric had decided to address the men after they had assembled in the
field. He had not been prepared for the thunderous response. He had
been told that the soldiers were of high spirits, but he had not
thought it would be to that degree.

Duric had not realized how much of an inspiration he had been to his
people the few years he had been in charge of Keyas. Apparently his
thoughts and ideas resonated with the masses to a degree he had barely
imagined.

Originally, this was to be an army under the combined banners of Duric
and Roquan. But after this, he decided his army would march under his
name alone. He hoped Roquan would understand. It was important that his
men remained focused, and their focus needed to be tangible. Roquan --
or any Overlord, for that matter -- was a nonentity to them.

"My Lord?"

Duric lingered for another few moments before leaving the balcony in
two long strides, still feeling a bit awestruck by the whole thing.
"Yes, Farro, what is it?"

Farro hesitated a moment. "It has come to my attention ... well, a
/rumor/ has come to my attention ..."

Duric smirked. "Out with it, Farro. What have I done now?"

Farro actually managed a small, wry smile at this. "The rumor, as I
take it, says you are interested in traveling with the army into
battle."

"Into battle? Oh, no, not at all. That would be foolish of me. I know
nothing of fighting a war. That is what Yollon is for."

Farro brightened. "Ah, good, I was hoping you would ..."

"No, I intend to stay at the base camp outside Overlord Weton's Manor."

Farro faded. "I beg your pardon?"

Duric paused and took a deep breath. "Yes, it sounds like a foolish
notion, doesn't it? It's a leader's job to remain safely ensconced in
his palace, where he can command things from afar. Who needs to be
there when a few well-placed Farview pearls will do?"

"Well ... yes, exactly. But you do not believe this is sufficient."

"Farro, what is motivating these men?"

"I would like to say it's the cause that they are to fight for."

Duric shook his head. "I doubt they truly understand the implications
of it. They only know that I have told them there is an enemy to be
fought. It's me, Farro. They are doing this for me."

Farro paused a long moment and then nodded. "Yes, they are."

"In a way, it's not right. It's too much power for one man to have. One
man having too much power is why we are doing this in the first place."

Farro said nothing.

Duric sighed. "But we're stuck with what we have. I feel responsible
for them. I need to be there. They need to see me there. They need to
know that this is important enough that I will make the effort to be
there. Otherwise, if things start getting difficult, they may not find
the inspiration to continue."

"I guess I had not quite looked at it that way, my Lord," Farro said
quietly. After a moment of thought, he nodded. "I agree with you."

Duric's eyebrows shot up. "You do? Well! This is indeed a momentous
day!"

Farro blinked. "My Lord, I didn't meant to imply ..."

Duric laughed out loud and clapped him hard on the shoulder. "You and
Roquan! I really need to work on both your senses of humor!"

Farro managed a weak smile, though he was still quite wary of the idea
of Duric being gone with the army and quite possibly in danger if
things went wrong. If they had been wrong about the strength of the
Emperor's remaining legion, the army could be quickly overrun, and
Duric would find himself at the front.

Or worse: behind enemy lines.

"If you are to be gone, my Lord, there is the matter of your slaves,"
said Farro.

"Oh? What about them?"

"To whom will you entrust their care while you are gone?"

"Ah! You are welcome to keep Tanyee at your side while I am absent. I
know she will fare well with you."

Farro smiled in appreciation. "Thank you, my Lord. And Amanda?"

"I was considering taking her along with me."

Farro looked askance at this. "Are you sure that is wise, my Lord? Will
it be safe for her there?"

"As safe as it will be for me. Amanda is a smart girl, Farro. She can
look after herself."

Farro nodded. He had to admit that some of his reluctance was
self-serving. He rather fancied Amanda himself, and was rather taken by
her intelligence. He didn't want her for sex, he wanted to talk to her
instead.

It was only then that he realized with some astonishment that he
himself was as much a "radical thinker" as was his Lord.



Vanlo hated doing this by torchlight. The sunlight always provided a
far better illumination to read the nuances in his chemical mixtures.
Yet he did not want to risk Jollis happening by while he was holding
the critical flask up to the light. In his mind, the merchant had yet
to discern what Vanlo had done. He did not want to risk discovery now
when he was so close.

And the reality, as it turned out, was such that he hardly needed the
extra light. It was quite clear to him as soon as he lifted the flask
to his eyes what the result was.

Vanlo took a deep breath and let it go slowly through his nose as he
set the flask down.

He was not sure how he was supposed to feel at this point. Was he
supposed to feel a sense of victory that he had unmasked the
perpetrator of the crime against him? Or a sense of elation that he no
longer had to wonder who did it? Instead, he felt a sense of sorrow.
Not for Jollis or for himself, but at the situation, that things had
come down to this. The revelation of the Imperial agent disguised as a
slave had been enough of a shock to Roquan. This went far beyond that.

Vanlo glanced towards the door. He knew that Lanno was waiting
impatiently for an answer back at the office. Nevertheless, he could
take no chances that Jollis would discover what he had did after the
fact. He carefully cleaned up his experiment, dumping out all his
chemicals and mixtures into the chamberpot, where the spell on it would
transport the waste to the sanitary field outside the Manor. He rinsed
out the flasks and tubes and set them out to dry before heading out.

Lanno was indeed waiting for him, arms folded and glowering. He was
about to say something when Vanlo quickly raised a hand and silenced
him with a stern look.

Vanlo closed the door behind him. "Are there any patients in the
reception area?" he asked softly.

"None, Vanlo, it has been a quiet morning."

"Are you quite sure?"

Lanno gave an exasperated sigh. "Yes! Now what's the verdict?"

"You will keep your voice down," Vanlo said firmly. "My experiment has
confirmed the identity of my assailant. It was indeed the Tradesman
Jollis. His hairs precisely match the genetic signature of the hair
found in the Jonalla."

"That little bastard," Lanno snarled. "I should have known he was not
to be trusted all along."

"Because he is from a foreign land, Lanno?" Vanlo asked with a bit of
disdain in his voice as he stepped up to Lanno.

"I did not say that!"

"But I can tell it is what you are thinking. And it is thinking like
that which will do no one any good. You had no reason not to trust him,
Lanno, it is foolish to think otherwise. I had no suspicions of him
either until fairly recently."

"All right, all right, fine. So now the big question is: why did he do
it?"

"That will be for the Overlord to determine."

Lanno rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, Vanlo! You cannot tell me that
you're not curious! This was /your/ head he screwed with."

"I am indeed curious, Lanno, but to engage in rampant speculation is to
go nowhere fast. And if Roquan finds out and wishes me to know, he will
inform me as soon as convenient."

Lanno snorted. "You're being rather casual about this."

"I am being practical, not casual."

"If it were me, I would be chomping at the bit to know. I would want to
be involved."

"And that, my dear Lanno, is the difference between the two of us in
this matter. I do not want to be involved."

Lanno gave Vanlo a very confused look.

Vanlo uttered a tired sigh. "I am a Healer, Lanno. I would like to
think a very good one. I have dedicated my life to it. It is all I have
ever wanted to do. Why do you think I do not wish to return to the
Guild Hall?"

Lanno just shrugged. He had no idea.

"I have no taste for politics. Master Healers at the Guild spend more
time in politics than they do treating patients. And even then, I have
heard that their choice of patients, or even the remedies they
prescribe, are politically motivated."

He turned away from Lanno and stepped over towards the table where he
once had his experimental apparatus. He stared at the empty space as if
he had conjured up one in his head and was watching it with his mind's
eye. "I have become involved in political games, Lanno. That is all
this is. The Emperor's actions, the Conclave, the Noble Lords'
reaction, Jollis' actions against me, all of it. Politics. I wish no
part of it."

Lanno could sense the bitter resentment in Vanlo's voice. He had no way
of knowing that it was evidence of a deeper conflict in Vanlo. The
aging Healer still brooded over what to do about his conclusions
concerning the Draught. Could that be considered getting involved in
politics? Could he explain that away as mere concern over the
well-being of the slaves? For being so concerned over the very thing
that helped them /become/ slaves in the first place?

"Sorry, I didn't know," Lanno said, realizing that it was a feeble
response, but he had nothing else to offer. "So ... when will you
inform Roquan about this?"

Vanlo paused a long moment. "I am not sure," he said tonelessly.

"Shouldn't he know right away?"

He turned to face Lanno. "I cannot risk Jollis overhearing. You would
be surprised how much can be heard by simply standing outside the
Overlord's door and listening without announcing oneself."

/I will have to remember that one,/ Lanno thought. "Perhaps you should
invite him to the office here instead. It's harder to eavesdrop on
someone in here."

Vanlo considered and then shook his head. "If Jollis were to see that,
it would tip him off immediately that something was amiss, as the
Overlord rarely comes to the Healer Office."

"Then meet him somewhere else when you'd be out of your office anyway.
Like your midday constitutional."

Vanlo's eyebrows rose. "That is a most excellent idea, Lanno. You are
good for something after all."

"Oh, well ... hey!"

Vanlo smiled and winked.



Lord Uras frowned deeply as he helped himself to a bottle of
amber-colored liquor in Tarras' room. "Things are not sitting well with
the other Lords," he said as he splashed a generous portion into a
crystal goblet. He picked it up and swirled it around, taking a long
drink before speaking again. "They are about one step away from
revolt."

"I am not surprised to hear this," said Tarras calmly, his hands folded
behind him.

"But not all of them, gods damn it! Some have actually left already."

"That does not surprise me, either."

"Great," Janna groaned, her arms folded across her chest, a gesture
reminiscent of her cousin Duric. "Now we'll be looking over our
shoulders all the time wondering if they're going to betray us later."

Tarras raised an eyebrow. "Betray? That's a rather strong word, isn't
it?"

"Blast it, she's right, Tarras!" Uras declared, nearly sloshing the
brandy onto the floor. He stepped over to them. "I told Duric right
from the start we need to watch for this sort of thing. People thinking
they have a better opportunity in the Emperor. They will be sorely
disappointed once Z'haas has what he wants."

"I meant merely that they are opportunists and not traitors. They see
nothing viable coming out of the current crisis."

Uras glowered. "You mean there's nothing in it for them."

"Precisely."

"Look, none of this matters," said Janna. "What matters is what I need
to do next. Duric's army is transporting today. He needs that
information, and soon."

Tarras nodded solemnly.

Uras raised a speculative eyebrow. "What in hellfire are you two
talking about?"

Tarras briefly explained Janna's dilemma and her task. He left out the
parts about them being tracked by their possessions or Janna's solution
to it. As Tarras had predicted, Uras balked. "Are you insane?"

"No, he's not insane," Janna cut in. "I am."

"My dear, I seriously think you should reconsider this action. This is
not the kind of job for ..."

"A woman?" Janna said in a tone that practically dared him to admit it.

"Now, I was /not/ going to say that!"

"Oh, yes you were. And I don't care, Lord Uras. Duric is depending on
me to do this, and it would be irresponsible of me to abandon it.
Without that information, the Imperial patrols will find his army
before he has a chance to get close enough." She turned away from Uras,
who was too stunned by the rebuke to respond, and spoke to Tarras.
"Tarras, you know the most of all of us in this room about military
matters. Duric wants some idea of how many forces Z'haas is holding
back for defense. You have any idea?"

Tarras considered for a moment. "I saw only one legion training in the
grounds north of the Palace," he said. "While their discipline was
admirable, it was not up to Imperial guard caliber. It is my guess that
is the legion being left behind, and that they are arrayed about the
palace and the Imperial City."

Janna seemed to relax. "So, only one."

"/At least/ one," Tarras corrected. "That is all I saw. It does not
mean there is not more."

"But obviously not the best troops," Uras cut in. "That could give
Duric the advantage!"

"If his troops are as well-trained as the Emperor's. I doubt this,
however."

"Dammit, Tarras, we need something to hold onto here!"

"Oh, there is something to hold onto , Uras. Wars are won on morale as
much as they are won on men and force of arms. Duric is a charismatic
leader, I am given to understand. If he can inspire his troops, that
can give him an edge. Imperial soldiers are very well-trained, but tend
to treat their position as a job, a duty, rather than as a cause."

"But not if he's woefully outnumbered," Janna cut in.

Tarras paused and then nodded. "True."

Janna rubbed her temples. This was more information than she needed.
She just wanted to get her piece done and get out of the palace before
the Emperor found out what she did. This was already turning into far
more than she had bargained for. She had hoped that whatever Duric was
to ask of her, it would be more political in nature.

She turned back to Tarras. "All this speculation is useless. I need to
start planning this out. I need to get him that information soon."

Tarras nodded and reached into his tunic, pulling out a carefully
folded piece of parchment. He unfolded it and smoothed it out atop his
desk. It was a sketch of the layout of one of the levels of the
Imperial Palace with various notations.

"Janna, your best bet is to start here," Tarras said. He planted a
fingertip in the gardens. "Then use the service entrance to the south
that the landscapers use ..." He drew a finger down and then to the
right. " ... and follow along the side of the Palace ..."

Uras took another long draw of his brandy and leaned over for a better
look. Janna suddenly pointed at something. "Wait, is this accurate
here?" she asked.

"As accurate as I could make it. Why?"

"Isn't this the river? The path looks a bit thin here."

"Yes, but it's used by the Palace staff to get at the bushes along the
sides here, to keep them trimmed. You should be able to get by."

"If not, I have to wade in the river," mused Janna.

"I would not advise that."

"Why? Too deep?"

A very small hint of a smile touched Tarras' lips. "Too cold."

Janna nodded quickly, though there was a slight pinkish glow to her
cheeks.

Uras frowned in confusion. "Why should that matter?" he demanded.

"Ah, nothing, Lord Uras," said Tarras. "Please, don't trouble yourself
with the details."

Janna forced herself to concentrate on the makeshift map. "And here?
This is the portico where I come in? And this is the tower?"

"Yes. Move swiftly to this room here. If Q'yros is as meticulously neat
as I hear, it should be easy to find the information. You can Farview
Duric and he can have an archivist quickly transcribe it as you show it
over the Farview."

Janna swallowed and nodded again. "All right. Doesn't look so hard.
They'll never know I was there."

"And the guards?" Uras asked ominously.

"She will encounter no guards outside," Tarras said. "And the periphery
of the palace is sparse in that regard. Z'haas is so worried about a
palace coup that he has concentrated most of his guards around the
Lords' quarters. Which is why I truly hope we do not lose too many more
Lords early. I do not want him relaxing his current stance."

"Surely they have a guard for something as important as this!"

Tarras paused and nodded. "Yes, exactly one guard. Which is the
sticking point in the plan."

Janna suddenly turned her gaze to Tarras and gave him a quizzical look.

Tarras ignored it for the moment. He leaned over the map. "But ... I
may have an idea. All we need is to draw the guard away from his post
for a short time. Just long enough for Janna to slip inside, find the
information, Farview it, and get back out."

"And how do you intend to do that?" Uras demanded.

Tarras straightened up. "Observation and some experimentation has told
me that Q'yros has various magical 'tripwires' about the Palace that
indicate when people are going where they should not. There is a nearby
area here ..." He pointed on the map. " ... just around the corner on
the corridor to the tower. I shall make a nuisance of myself here and
draw off the guard."

His mention of magical "tripwires" was more or less the truth as far as
it went. He simply left out the detail about the spell tied to their
possessions. He did not want to hint too strongly about exactly what
Janna was going to be doing.

Uras frowned. "Isn't that dangerous for you, Tarras?"

Janna was not enamored of it, either.

"Yes, but I am the most likely candidate. I have already been
personally confronted by Q'yros once for poking around where I should
not. He will be expecting me to do something. It will likely draw not
just that guard but several more. It should be quite a sight."

Tarras smiled, but Janna was anything but in the mood for amusement.

Neither was Uras. "The last thing we need is you getting arrested!"
Uras thundered. He tipped back the goblet and finished the rest of the
brandy, letting it blaze a trail down his throat.

"I have no intention of letting that happen. But this is the only way
to deal with this issue. I simply have to hope that a palace full of
indignant Lords will stay the Emperor's hand in treating me harshly for
trespassing on an area that he never formally declared was restricted
in the first place."

Uras snorted. "With all the stupid games Z'haas has been playing with
us, I would still not put it past him." He put the goblet down with a
thump and headed to the door. "I will leave this in your capable hands.
I will try not to worry about it." He opened the door and turned
towards them, frowning. "And I will likely fail in that regard!"

He pulled the door closed with a slam.

Janna turned to Tarras, putting one hand indignantly on her hip. "Okay,
care to explain to me how you knew there is exactly one guard?"

Tarras smiled. "Why, I investigated for myself, of course. Late last
night before I came to your quarters."

"Late last ... wait a minute. You actually went up to him? Won't that
put him on alert now?"

"No, for I was not tracked."

Janna paused for a long moment. Her eyes suddenly widened. "Is /that/
why you felt so cold when you joined me in bed?"

Tarras smiled.

"You're insane."

"Yes, there is that."

Janna could not help herself. She laughed.

"But I have at least proven the theory that it is by our possessions
that we are being tracked," said Tarras. "And I have discovered one
little snag you need to be aware of." He pointed to the map again. "You
are actually correct in your assessment here. You will indeed need to
wade in the river. And it is indeed gods-damned cold."

Janna chuckled at this. She was actually relieved. She still did not
like the idea that he had taken such a risk, but she was grateful for
it. He had blazed the trail for her, now she could proceed with a
little more confidence.

She turned to him and embraced him, giving him a long, lingering kiss.

"Mmm ... perhaps I should traverse the palace in the buff more often?"
Tarras asked with a sly smile.

"I would much rather prefer you confine that to my quarters," Janna
said in a sultry voice. She reached down and slipped her hand over his
nether regions. "Or yours for that matter."

Tarras reached down and placed his hand over hers, gripping it lightly.
"Are you sure you want to do this now?"

Janna paused, then pressed her hand into him again. "Yes."

"You're going to make me feel attached to you at this rate, Janna,"
Tarras said softly, his voice turning husky.

"Good. Since I'm already attached to you. And I want to see you come
through this intact."

Tarras lifted his hand. Janna drew in her breath and let it go as a
moan as he squeezed one breast through her dress. "And I wish you to do
so as well, my dear."

"I'll try, Tarras, I really will ... but now ... please ... I need you
..."

Tarras smiled, nodded, and took her to his bed.



For the first time since she had come to the Manor, Sirinna wished she
had not been in the presence of her Overlord.

At first, she had been grateful to see Roquan come into her quarters
just before midday. He had been so busy lately that he had little time
for her, and she had hoped he was coming to tell her to present herself
at his quarters later that evening.

It would have helped her deal with her feelings for Amanda. She was
upset that Amanda had not Farviewed her. She knew from Jollis that it
was just not possible for Amanda to Farview at the moment, but it did
not make the pain any less easy to bear.

And now to hear what she had just heard about Jollis.

The silence in the room was almost palpable. Roquan had not made a
sound after hearing the words of his senior Healer, words that Sirinna
knew she should pay no mind to, as it was every slave's duty to let
their Masters have their secrets. Outwardly, she said and did nothing
to indicate that she was even listening.

Roquan finally spoke. "Surely you are mistaken, Vanlo," he said in a
flat voice.

Vanlo had expected this. It would be the first time that the Overlord
had so openly speculated that his Healer was wrong. He remained calm,
hands folded behind him. "I wish I were, your Lordship," he said
simply.

He offered nothing more. He had no need to prove himself to Roquan. He
knew that the Overlord's statement was more from disbelief than the
notion that Vanlo had erred on something as serious as this.

It was obvious that Roquan was struggling for the right words, and he
grew all the more frustrated the more those words eluded him.
"Hellfire, Vanlo!" he finally exclaimed. "What motive would he possibly
have to do such a thing?!"

"That, unfortunately, has proven elusive, your Lordship. Neither Lanno
nor myself can come up with anything definite. There is, however, the
most obvious one, that he an agent for another power."

Roquan bristled. "Jollis is not an Imperial Agent!"

Vanlo shook his head. "Nor do I believe that either. Given the
Emperor's current propensities and saber-rattling at foreign powers, he
is unlikely to employ an agent of foreign descent."

"I do not like the implication you are making, Vanlo! You are all but
stating that Jollis is an agent for a foreign power. A power to the
west. The one that Z'haas has been trying to convince us is the enemy!"

Roquan's voice rose until he was nearly yelling. Sirinna only barely
managed not to wince. She didn't care to see Roquan this upset, even if
he were not upset with her.

But then she thought that he might be if he knew what was going on in
her head. She was actually listening to the discussion in order to
comprehend it. She could not help it. Jollis had been so involved with
Amanda -- and still was, from his Farviews with her -- that this could
be important for her to understand. She tried to rationalize it by
saying she would naturally be protective of someone she had trained
that was abroad for the first time, but she was just fooling herself.

Yet she had to fool herself. It was the only way she could find to
balance her love of Amanda with her duties as a slave.

"I will admit that all the evidence pointing that way is
circumstantial," explained Vanlo. "We have nothing definite."

Roquan started to pace around the room. Sirinna sat down on her bed to
get out of his way. Her eyes followed him as he walked. "It still makes
no sense. Jollis has been helping me. He has procured goods for me. He
has given me valuable information. He helped me contact the right
people in the Imperium to attempt the coup ..."

"Which failed."

Roquan frowned deeply. "Vanlo ... You are not suggesting that Jollis
was responsible for that bloodbath?"

Sirinna's eyes widened before she could catch herself. Fortunately
Roquan did not notice it. She did not know much about what was going
on. What little she did know, she did not understand completely.
Politics were beyond her reasoning. But now she had the association set
up in her mind between Jollis and something violent.

Suddenly she was glad that Amanda was not there.

"I am simply pursuing the line of reasoning you have opened, your
Lordship."

Roquan sighed heavily. "I still do not understand. If he were an agent,
then, to what purpose? He has done nothing but assist me."

Vanlo considered. "He is rather good at what he does, is he not?"

"Extremely good. He has pulled off miracles for me."

"Hmm. Indeed. I would take it that he delivers goods quickly? As he did
the bottle of wine I had requested as a ruse?"

"Yes, Vanlo, he has indeed delivered things quickly," Roquan said, the
exasperation in his voice growing. "He has a very well-connected
network in Oceanus. All good merchants do."

"I assume he has, but have other merchants delivered goods as quickly?"

"I am at the end of my patience, Vanlo! Get to your point!"

Vanlo's eyebrows rose slightly at the tone of the Overlord's voice.
Even Sirinna was surprised as well. She had never seen him this
stressed before. She so wished that he would take her to his bed one
evening. She was sure she could help ease his tension.

She was growing frustrated herself. She wanted to hear more about
Jollis, yet now the two men were venturing into territory that she did
not comprehend.

"My point is that another means of delivering goods so swiftly would be
if he had them sent by Portal," Vanlo explained. "And if he had some
reason for wishing to hide this fact from you, it would make sense to
still the Portal sense of the one person that could inform you when a
Portal was being opened in the vicinity of the Manor."

Roquan's mouth fell open, and he stared at Vanlo in shock. It was
short-lived, however, and he shook his head. "No, that is not
possible."

Vanlo was struck by the confidence of Roquan's statement. "Oh?"

"If you recall the last time you detected a Portal, Vanlo, we searched
everyone at the Manor and within the visiting merchants' camp for a
focusing pearl, and none was to be found. We even searched Jollis'
residence at the time."

"He could have disposed of the one he had when he realized the merchant
camp was being searched and obtained a new one later."

"But he delivered goods to me several times before he had any chance to
bring another pearl in. We were watching for that sort of thing during
the Conclave, Vanlo."

Vanlo paused and nodded slowly. "That is true. But the fact of the
matter is this, your Lordship: Jollis put together a potion
specifically designed to still my Portal sense. The only reason for
such a thing is to conceal the use of a Portal from you."

Roquan's hands were clenched tightly into fists. He knew the logic was
unassailable. He trusted Vanlo enough to believe that the Healer would
not make such an accusation against Jollis unless it were true.

However, he did briefly entertain the notion that perhaps Vanlo's
mental faculties were finally beginning to fade. He quickly stopped
that line of thinking, but he felt guilty for conceiving of it in the
first place.

Roquan was caught in a bind. He wanted to ask Jollis about this. He was
hoping that there was some simple explanation. But he knew that if
Vanlo were correct, this would just alert Jollis that Vanlo had found
out. If Jollis were capable of doing so heinous a thing, he might be
capable of hurting Vanlo in other ways in retaliation.

Neither of them had any way of knowing that Jollis had already made his
decision in this matter.

Sirinna did not understand everything she was hearing. She knew that
Vanlo had had some sort of way of detecting when a Portal was opened.
She owed her life to that ability of his. She had not known that he had
lost it. And now they were saying that Jollis was responsible for this
somehow?

She inwardly shuddered to think that Jollis had spent so much time with
Amanda. Yet Amanda seemed genuinely enamored of him.

Sirinna also felt guilty. She was using information that she had heard
among her superiors to her own ends. It was completely against the
loyalty ethics of a slave. She was supposed to disregard anything she
heard.

It was clear that they were expecting her not to recall this
conversation. Their only reason for being in her quarters was so that
Jollis would not know they were meeting. It was sufficiently far from
the Overlord's quarters and the Healer office to avoid Jollis' notice.

"So what would you have me do, Vanlo?" Roquan demanded, though his tone
was more pleading than anything else. "Challenge him? Exact revenge?
Eject him from the Manor?"

Vanlo had not expected that the Overlord would be at a loss as to what
action to take. He had hoped to simply hand the matter to Roquan and
let him deal with it. "I am afraid I must defer on that question, your
Lordship."

"I beg your pardon?"

"This has happened in your Manor, by your Tradesman. It is really up to
you as to how to handle it."

"It was your person that was violated. Surely you have some sort of
opinion in this?"

Vanlo sighed deeply. If he let himself think about it too hard, he
might have an opinion on it. He resented Jollis for what he did, but it
did not go any further than that. Vanlo would not allow himself to feel
hatred. It was not the way of a truly dedicated Healer. "I will say
only that some sort of justice must be done. But it is not for me to
determine what that is."

"I understand, Vanlo, but ..."

"No, your Lordship," said Vanlo firmly. "I cannot be swayed in this. I
will not offer any more views on the subject. I am sorry."

For a moment, Roquan was angry. He did not like being left another mess
to deal with. While he realized that it was not the Healer's fault, he
was a convenient target. He wished that Vanlo had waited until the
current crisis was over before revealing this. But then again, if
Jollis were acting to nefarious purposes, there was no way to know if
he were planning other disruptive actions at a crucial moment.

He wished he knew more about Vanlo's reluctance. If the Healer feared
retribution, that made Roquan's decision harder. But at least one part
of it was clear.

"Vanlo, I will be assigning a guard to you," Roquan declared. "I will
insure that he does not interfere with your Healer duties."

Vanlo's eyebrows rose. "A guard? Your Lordship, I do not think that is
warranted."

"/Not warranted?!/ You tell me that someone used a mind-altering potion
on you against your will, and you are saying that it is not warranted?"

"That will only draw attention to the fact that we have uncovered him."

"You said yourself that he may already know."

"That is pure speculation on my part. Really, your Lordship, I do not
think ..."

Roquan shook his head. "You placed this in my lap, Vanlo, and you said
that I have to make the decision. That is my decision, or at least part
of it. I will not risk him going after you until I have had a chance to
deal with him."

Vanlo was not sure that any guard that Roquan could obtain would be any
good against someone of Jollis' skills. The guards employed by Roquan
were not much more than peasants given basic training in security and
weapons use. They could not be counted on in a serious battle.

"Very well," said Vanlo in a defeated voice. "But I do not wish him
inside the office. He can patrol just outside, but he is not to set
foot inside except as a patient."

"Agreed."

Vanlo nodded once. "If you will excuse me, your Lordship, I should be
getting back to the office. My constitutional would be coming to an end
about now. Good day, your Lordship."

"Good day, Vanlo."

Roquan watched his Healer leave, his jaw tightening. The only thought
in his head now about this was: now what?

After only a moment's pause, he turned to Sirinna. He had not at all
forgotten she was there, no matter how it may have looked during the
conversation. "Sirinna."

"Yes, Master?"

"Did I not hear from you once that Jollis had taken a fancy to Amanda
at some point?"

"Yes, Master, he had," Sirinna replied, trying to keep the worry out of
her voice.

"And how did he treat her?"

"Very well, Master. And he was very pleased with her. In fact, Amanda
was quite pleased with him in return."

Roquan raised an eyebrow. He knew Amanda's propensities better than
anyone. She knew how to do her duty, but a true enjoyment of her status
eluded her.

Roquan was again left with the question of why Jollis perpetrated this
crime against Vanlo. It was still making no sense to him. He refused to
believe that any of the Emperor's vague prattle about a enemy from the
west had anything to do with this.

"I need to head back to my quarters," Roquan said stiffly.

"Master? May I ask a question?" Sirinna asked quickly.

Roquan had already turned to leave. He stopped and looked back. "Yes,
Sirinna?"

"It's ... it's been a long while since you've called me to your bed,
Master. Perhaps ... perhaps you might consider it?"

Roquan was a little surprised by Sirinna's boldness. He did not fault
her for it. If anything, he faulted himself. He played favorites among
his slaves, at least where it came to his bedchamber. All Overlords did
to some degree. Roquan felt he had done it to an unacceptable extreme,
to the point where he had a fondness for Sirinna. It was such that
Sirinna's plea actually made him feel guilty for neglecting her.

Roquan raised a hand and cradled Sirinna's cheek tenderly. "I will call
on you soon, Sirinna," he said in a soft voice. "I promise."

Sirinna slowly smiled. "Thank you, Master."

Roquan smiled slightly and left.

Sirinna lay a hand lightly to the cheek he had touched. She uttered a
slow sigh.

She would look forward to being with Roquan again. But in the meantime,
she had something else to wrestle with, and that was what to do with
the information she had just learned about Jollis. And how to stop feel
guilty for thinking along those lines in the first place.



Amanda had no trouble staying awake that night. Despite being relieved
to be back in her own bed again, she believed she would have had
trouble falling asleep even if she had tried. She was too anxious about
tomorrow.

Duric had told her that he was taking her with him in the morning when
he joined his army assembling at Weton's Manor. She had not even known
that the army was ready and was already being transported. Suddenly it
had seemed like everything was moving too fast for her.

Duric had assured her she would be safe. This was not what she was
worried about. She could not quite put her finger on what was making
her anxious, other than it would mean another indefinite stretch of
time that she would be out of touch with Sirinna.

Amanda glanced anxiously to Tanyee. The girl had been a bit restless.
She had not reacted openly to Duric's announcement before they had
retired, but once they were alone, it was clear to Amanda that Tanyee
was not happy with Duric's decision. Amanda guessed that Tanyee wanted
to come along as well.

Amanda was still a bit astonished at how much of a bond Tanyee had
formed with Lord Duric. It seemed almost unnatural to her. Perhaps
Tanyee thought Duric's decision was an indirect way for him to say that
he was not happy with her services. Or she saw it as another sign of
him favoring Amanda over her.

Amanda finally could not wait anymore. She took one last glance at
Tanyee and slipped out of bed. She quickly retrieved the pearl and
stepped out onto the balcony.

Amanda shivered at the sudden, sharp chill that touched her bare skin.
The nights were growing steadily colder. If her contract continued into
winter, she was not sure how she was going to manage this.

Sirinna answered the Farview almost at once. Jollis must have told her
this would be her first free evening to call on her. The emotion never
became any less intense. They still missed each other terribly, and
both teared up a bit as they initially spoke.

It quickly became clear to Amanda that Jollis never informed Sirinna of
the extreme nature of her time with Rallas. Amanda decide not to tell
her. It would either upset Sirinna that she had been treated so badly,
or she would be upset herself if Sirinna did not view it with as much
horror as she hoped.

"I'm just glad you're able to talk to me again, Amanda," Sirinna said.

Amanda was dreading this moment. "Um ... about that, Sirinna ... I may
have to go without talking to you again for a little bit."

Sirinna's smile faded, but she did her best not to let her spirits
down. "Oh? Is Master Duric sending you to another of his staff?"

"No. Sirinna, I don't know how much you know about what's going on, but
... Master Duric has an army. He's going to be sending it against the
people that were behind the whole thing with Yanna."

Sirinna's eyes widened. She understood the concept of an army, and that
there was some larger plan behind what Yanna did. But her understanding
quickly nosedived after that. "Yes, I think I understand. The Emperor,
right?"

Amanda smiled and nodded, looked relieved. "Yes, the Emperor. Master
Duric wants to be there with his army, and he wants me to come along
with him. I don't think I can safely take the Farviewing pearl with
me."

Sirinna paused and then nodded. It was clear this was a disappointment
to her. There was also worry in her eyes.

Amanda picked up on this and added, "I think it will be safe, Sirinna.
Master Duric is not joining his army in battle. He's going to stay
behind at base camp."

Sirinna had no concept of what a "base camp" was, but she knew what
"stay behind" meant, and that was enough for her. "All right. But,
Amanda, please remember to be on your best behavior with Master Duric.
If he's anything like Master Roquan, he will be feeling stress from
everything that's going on. Make sure you pay attention to that."

Amanda smiled. She was actually grateful that Sirinna was slipping into
Trainer mode. It saved them both an emotional scene. "I will, Sirinna,
I promise. And I really am sorry I won't be able to talk to you. Wait,
I know! If you could get Jollis to, um, use your services for an
evening, he can Farview me and we can talk that way."

Sirinna's smile faded just a touch. At this point, she had no idea if
Jollis would be around much longer at the Manor. It took her a few
moments to realize that this would not stop Jollis from continuing to
Farview Amanda. He could do it from wherever he happened to be.

Now she had a conflict raging in her head. Did she try and warn Amanda
about Jollis? But warn her about what? Sirinna did not understand
herself precisely how Jollis was a danger now. And what could he do to
Amanda over Farview anyway?

"Sirinna? Is something wrong?"

"Amanda, about Jollis ... I ... I've been meaning to ask you, just how
did you fare with him when you were at the Manor?"

Amanda thought this an odd question to ask. She thought she had made it
clear to Sirinna before what she had thought of him. "I fared very
well, Sirinna. I always enjoyed being with him. He treated me with
great kindness. And ... and he liked to talk as much as he liked the
sex."

Sirinna nodded. She was confused. How could someone like that be as bad
as Vanlo made him out to be? She had heard the maxim repeated amongst
Overlords: you can tell a man's true colors by the way he treats his
slaves. Sirinna had always been treated very well by Jollis in his
visits to her. He was even sympathetic towards her feelings for Amanda.

Amanda grew nervous. "There's nothing wrong with Jollis, is there? Is
he okay?"

"Oh, yes, he's okay, Amanda. I will tell him that you will be with
Master Duric's army tomorrow in case he wants to Farview you again."

Amanda slowly nodded. She still had a feeling that something was not
right despite Sirinna's words.

In the end, Sirinna could not bring herself to say anything about
Jollis. She could not violate her Overlord's confidence. She had to
keep telling herself that Amanda was in no real danger from him, that
there was nothing he could do to her from a distance.

Yet something in what they had said had suggested that Jollis had in
some way been responsible for someone's death from a distance. But what
reason would he have to go after Amanda anyway?

"I better get back inside," Amanda said, chafing her hands down her
arms. "It's cold out here."

Sirinna nodded and managed a smile. "I'll bet that's one thing you miss
about the Manor."

Amanda smiled wanly. "Well ... one of the things ..."

The two of them looked at each other for another moment, their eyes
shimmering.

"Um ... I'll talk to you again as soon as I can, Sirinna," Amanda said,
breaking the awkward silence. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Amanda." She gave a forlorn wave and mouthed the word
"bye."

Amanda did the same and ended the Farview.

She did not linger. She did not want time to dwell on how long it might
be before she could talk to Sirinna again. She picked up the Farview
pearl, now icy cold to the touch, and slipped inside.

"Amanda, what are you doing?"

Amanda was so startled when the question came at her the moment she
stepped inside that she gasped loudly, her back slamming against the
wall next to the balcony door. The pearl fell from her hand and bounced
twice before coming to rest right beside one of Tanyee's feet.

Tanyee glanced down, then gave Amanda an odd look. She reached down and
picked up the pearl, looking it over for a few moments before bringing
her gaze up to Amanda's again. "Amanda, what is this? This looks like
one of those pearls used for magic."

Amanda swallowed. She snatched it out of Tanyee's hand and hid it in
her fist.

"Amanda, you're not supposed to have something like that!" Tanyee
exclaimed in a whisper. She was not so much angry as concerned. "Slaves
are not allowed such things. You could get punished very severely by
Master Duric for this."

"A-are you going to tell him?" Amanda asked, almost demanded.

Tanyee paused for a long moment. In the silence, Amanda could hear her
own ragged breathing.

"Amanda ... are you ... are you trying to escape?"

Amanda blinked. Of all the things she thought Tanyee might say, she had
not expected that. Or the hurt look in Tanyee's eyes when she said it.

"Escape? No, Tanyee, how would I do that even if I wanted to? Look ..."
Amanda held up her hand and opened it, the pearl perched in her palm,
even though she knew that one could not tell what it did by just
looking at it. "It's just a Farviewing pearl. I'm using it to keep in
touch with Sirinna."

Tanyee looked confused. "Sirinna? Why?"

"Because ... because I love her, Tanyee. And I miss her."

Tanyee paused a long moment. "Like the way I'm going to miss Master
Duric when he goes away tomorrow?"

"I'm sorry, Tanyee. I was just as surprised as you were about this."

Tanyee sighed and turned away. Amanda closed her hand and lowered it.
"No, I'm the one that's sorry ... I ... forget it."

Amanda went up to her. "Tanyee, you're upset."

Tanyee whirled around. "Yes, I'm upset. I ... Master Duric ... " She
trailed off. Her slave training was running against her feelings and
neither were gaining the upper hand.

Amanda filled in the details for her. "You're upset that Master Duric
has not been paying as much attention to you lately."

Tanyee sighed. "I know it's not your fault, Amanda. I didn't really
feel bad about it at first because I thought things would get better.
It did when you went to Master Rallas for a bit, but soon as you were
back ... I ... but ..."

Tanyee was struggling with her emotions. She swallowed hard and said in
a shaky voice, "I-I really like you, Amanda ... but ... I-I liked it
better when it was just me with Master Duric."

Amanda tried not to feel hurt at this comment and failed. She kept it
to herself. "I really think it's just this crisis that's been going
on."

"I don't even really understand it. I know it's important to everyone,
but ..."

"I know. But I think it's going to be over soon. Then ... then
everything can go back to normal."

Amanda had no idea if that would come to pass. She didn't know enough
details herself about what was going on to make an assessment like
that. But she had to say something to get Tanyee feeling better.

Tanyee managed a very tiny smile. "Are you sure of that, Amanda?"

"Yes, I'm sure of it," Amanda lied.

Tanyee's smiled widened. She stepped up to Amanda and slid an arm
around her waist. "Will you come snuggle with me, Amanda? Please?"

Amanda slowly smiled as well. She slid a hand between them and played
her fingers at the top of Tanyee's sex. "Do you need a little more than
that, Tanyee?" she asked softly.

Tanyee pressed herself into Amanda's touch, encouraging her to explore
a little further downward until she found Tanyee's dampening folds.
"Yes, I'd like that very much," she whispered huskily.

Amanda shared a tender kiss with Tanyee. As she did, Tanyee's hand
closed around Amanda's, the one that held the pearl.

Amanda broke off the kiss and looked into Tanyee's eyes.

"You better hide this, if you don't want Master Duric to find it,"
Tanyee said.

Amanda smiled and nodded. She dashed into the sanitary and placed it
back where she had been keeping it all along. At least now she no
longer had to worry about Tanyee finding out.

She slipped into bed with Tanyee. "Amanda?" asked Tanyee.

"Yes, Tanyee?"

"Just how did you get that pearl into the palace without anyone
noticing?"

Amanda blushed. "I, um ... hid it. In my pussy."

Tanyee's eyes widened. "Is that why you were sore when you first
arrived?"

Amanda nodded.

Tanyee paused for a long moment. "Amanda, do you think ... maybe when
you get back ... you could let me talk to Sirinna for a bit? I miss
her, too. She was always so good to me."

"Of course, Tanyee, I'd be happy to. But let's not worry about it now.
We have other things to attend to."

The two of them snuggled under the furs. Soon after, soft moans of
pleasure filled the darkness.
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