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Authors: Yamila Abraham
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sultry for it to sound like a complaint. I watched his fingers trace over my hand with my lips parted. Just that little caress made me feel heady. I was at a loss for words.
Fortunately the Domestic came with our food. It kind of looked like matzo ball soup.
“I love soup,” I said (like a dope).
Elentinus laughed. He broke into his matzo ball with the crescent utensil. Yellow goo spilled out into the broth. Now I could smell how delicious it was. I made a yummy sound.
“This won’t be an exact reprise of last night,” Elentinus said. “I’ve come up with a game for us after we eat.”
“Oh, nice.” I tasted the soup, and then wiped my mouth on a napkin. “Last night I told you everything about me. Tonight is your turn.”
Elentinus lifted back his head and gave an exasperated smile. “I suppose that’s…only fair.”
He rubbed his hand down the side of his face and then cupped his chin. I sat staring at him. I bet my eyes gleamed. I was dying to hear all about him.
“My father was the druid Maun, who sat in the second holiest seat. I don’t know who my mother was. I was removed from her womb after conception to be gestated artificially.”
My lips parted. So Elentinus had started out just like one of those babies I’d be having. I found that encouraging.
“I was raised by a family on one of our oldest slave planets, Dornovonia. I had a Dornovonian brother the same age as me. My parents were humble. Doting. The Dak-Hiliah officials rewarded them on three occasions for how well they’d cared for me. Eventually I left to finish my education on the Dak-Hiliah home world. After my sixth year I summoned my Dornovonian brother to come and work as my servant. It was a…foolish mistake. He behaved as my equal, which insulted some of my peers. They ordered him to come to an isolated courtyard at night so they could take turns…raping him.”
I covered my mouth with my hand.
“I showed up in his stead and killed the lead boy.”
I was shocked (but not that shocked).
“He turned out to be the only child of Shindray, the druid in the holiest seat. I’d had no idea. I was brought before the ruling council itself to answer for my crime. Shindray was so despised, six out of seven council members voted for my clemency. I was not only set free, they made me viceroy of Dornovonia.”
“Wow.”
“I’d taken over for a weak leader who’d allowed a rebellion to form. I quelled it, and set up reforms to ensure there would be no further dissension. After fifteen years of service my world became the model by which all slave worlds were judged. Many other viceroys copied my charter word for word. Those who tried to modify it suffered failure precisely due to their modifications. I received the highest decorations possible for my governance, policies, and military deployments. A seat on the council opened up six years ago. Four fifths of our empire openly supported my taking that seat. Shindray granted the post to a far more obscure candidate. The druid suffered his most severe assassination attempt shortly after this. It left half his body paralyzed. Four years ago another seat on the council opened. Shindray awarded it to me.”
I was riveted. I held my crescent spoon thing in my bowl but didn’t take a bite.
“When I joined the council our chief concern was the conflict with Earth. We’d never had an adversary whom we needed to keep alive. I spearheaded the decision to withdraw our forces. A new tactic was needed to gain the humans’ surrender.” He spooned his soup. “The rest you know. Since I was the most integral in Earth’s surrender I was put in place as overseer until things stabilize enough for a viceroy.”
I started eating again. “You talked about slave planets. Your family was enslaved?”
“Dak-Hiliah slaves are the
Fortunately the Domestic came with our food. It kind of looked like matzo ball soup.
“I love soup,” I said (like a dope).
Elentinus laughed. He broke into his matzo ball with the crescent utensil. Yellow goo spilled out into the broth. Now I could smell how delicious it was. I made a yummy sound.
“This won’t be an exact reprise of last night,” Elentinus said. “I’ve come up with a game for us after we eat.”
“Oh, nice.” I tasted the soup, and then wiped my mouth on a napkin. “Last night I told you everything about me. Tonight is your turn.”
Elentinus lifted back his head and gave an exasperated smile. “I suppose that’s…only fair.”
He rubbed his hand down the side of his face and then cupped his chin. I sat staring at him. I bet my eyes gleamed. I was dying to hear all about him.
“My father was the druid Maun, who sat in the second holiest seat. I don’t know who my mother was. I was removed from her womb after conception to be gestated artificially.”
My lips parted. So Elentinus had started out just like one of those babies I’d be having. I found that encouraging.
“I was raised by a family on one of our oldest slave planets, Dornovonia. I had a Dornovonian brother the same age as me. My parents were humble. Doting. The Dak-Hiliah officials rewarded them on three occasions for how well they’d cared for me. Eventually I left to finish my education on the Dak-Hiliah home world. After my sixth year I summoned my Dornovonian brother to come and work as my servant. It was a…foolish mistake. He behaved as my equal, which insulted some of my peers. They ordered him to come to an isolated courtyard at night so they could take turns…raping him.”
I covered my mouth with my hand.
“I showed up in his stead and killed the lead boy.”
I was shocked (but not that shocked).
“He turned out to be the only child of Shindray, the druid in the holiest seat. I’d had no idea. I was brought before the ruling council itself to answer for my crime. Shindray was so despised, six out of seven council members voted for my clemency. I was not only set free, they made me viceroy of Dornovonia.”
“Wow.”
“I’d taken over for a weak leader who’d allowed a rebellion to form. I quelled it, and set up reforms to ensure there would be no further dissension. After fifteen years of service my world became the model by which all slave worlds were judged. Many other viceroys copied my charter word for word. Those who tried to modify it suffered failure precisely due to their modifications. I received the highest decorations possible for my governance, policies, and military deployments. A seat on the council opened up six years ago. Four fifths of our empire openly supported my taking that seat. Shindray granted the post to a far more obscure candidate. The druid suffered his most severe assassination attempt shortly after this. It left half his body paralyzed. Four years ago another seat on the council opened. Shindray awarded it to me.”
I was riveted. I held my crescent spoon thing in my bowl but didn’t take a bite.
“When I joined the council our chief concern was the conflict with Earth. We’d never had an adversary whom we needed to keep alive. I spearheaded the decision to withdraw our forces. A new tactic was needed to gain the humans’ surrender.” He spooned his soup. “The rest you know. Since I was the most integral in Earth’s surrender I was put in place as overseer until things stabilize enough for a viceroy.”
I started eating again. “You talked about slave planets. Your family was enslaved?”
“Dak-Hiliah slaves are the
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