What happens when Drake first arrives in the City of Glanlies? Will Sandrelessa be banished once and for all? What will Drake wear and how will his hair be styled?

Adventures of a Merchant: Choices
by Arcie Emm

See Prior Adventures of a Merchant:

1. The Start
2. A Pause in Corels

...being continued...

Greetings once more friends. At the end of my last tale I mentioned that it was time for me to spend some time in the now and I took my own advice. After a stay in Corels to visit family, I continued on to Elladoo Post for my first visit in a number of year. As it always does, the visit served to remind me of who I am, for people who knew you when you were young often continue to see you as you were, as opposed to who you have become. Though this can be annoying when making those first steps into adulthood, it is relaxing when you are comfortable in yourself.

Comfortable as I have become in my skin, it was very relaxing. Allowing me to follow instead of leading, whether it was helping with paper work, assisting in inventory or even taking out a caravan to make the rounds of the nearby farmsteads.

Still escape can only last so long, at some point responsibilities will call you back. For me, that call occurred just over five weeks after I left Glanlies. The responsibility, that called, was not one I cherished. The Commission, who besides extracting fees, also expects members to provide labour. This labour is compensated at the appropriate clerk rate, but usually involves work no contractor would perform at such a sum. You can refuse a task, but everyone knew that without a good excuse the next work offered would be even worse. Enough refusals and you could lose your membership, which usually led to bankruptcy.

I did not have a good excuse, in fact with the project being at North Fort and my being at Elladoo Post it was completely logical for me to be assigned, no matter my dislike for the task. Thus I found myself travelling there to examine the books of the fort. And like every other time I have performed this task, I hated every minute of it. On the positive side, it made me quite ready to lock myself in a room away from everybody.

And that made it easier to write this next episode of my life, in which I found myself in the City of Glanlies for the first time.

Now the way that I talk about the place, it would be easy for you to assume that the City of Glanlies is some wondrous place. As beautiful as marbled Venwick, the capital of the Simolean Kingdom, and as majestic as far off Newlbourne in the Yasper Mountain range. Yet anybody who has ever been to the city knows that it is neither. Instead they will comment on how orderly it is or how clean or even regimented, meanwhile they will be thinking that the proper term is boring. At least that is what they will think if they are not of the peninsula, but to those of us who are it's children, the city is perfect. Yes it is all those things that others see, but that is the way we want it.

The city itself is located in the middle of a plain where the vine and farming lands are intersected by numerous streams, though most of the water for the city comes from deep wells. It is built entirely of stone from a near-by quarry, which gives each building a solidness, but also a likeness to each other. In fact many of the buildings are the same, long, three story structures used either for offices or for apartments. The only buildings that stand out as unique are the temples of the Gods and the manses of the wealthy.

At the centre of the city is Heart Park and spanning out from this centre are rings of buildings. The inner most ring holds the temples and churches of the eight gods and goddesses whose clergy had participated in my Chaining in Corels. These temples and the park existed long before the rest of the city, having first been built to service the land owners and farmers of the plain. However, those land owners did not stint, instead they poured great wealth into the creation of those temples and soon Glanlies became the spiritual hub of the peninsula, home to the major deity and seasonal festivals. These festivals soon became the meeting points for all the merchant families from across the peninsula and the four coastal centres who made up the Commission. This continued as the norm for over a century until the coastal city of Freenjie was raided by a force from Jewel, which resulted in the razing of the old Glanlies Trade Commission headquarters.

After much politicking by the land owners, a decision was finally made to build not just a new headquarters, but a new, inland city to serve as the capital. And so about 200 years before the writing of this tale, a project was started to implement Chief Architect Reginald Banskine's vision of the perfect capital for the Glanlies Peninsula, more specifically the Glanlies Trade Commission. And after 14 years (14 years, 3 months and 22 days to be exact) the project was complete. Since then little has changed about the city, it had been built to serve a purpose and it does it very well.

Therefore, what I saw when Mistress Elladoo had me step out of the carriage was little different than what I would have seen at any time since the birth of the city.

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"It is smaller than I thought." I murmured while looking out at the walls of no-longer distant Glanlies.

"Aye Dra'e, smaller than any of the port cities, Glanlies has less than 20000 citizens. Nor does the Commission allow it to grow, for it was built with agreements that it would not be competition to towns that already existed. Instead it is a place of trade and administration."

"But don't many of the goods we sell come from here? Like the crap Bandleau pots and pans?"

"Aye Drake they do, but they are not made here. Instead they come from factories found in the towns and villages that dot these plains or from one of the other cities, even though they are distributed through Glanlies."

"So, is that what keeps the population down? In order to follow most trades, you have to leave Glanlies and go elsewhere?"

"Mostly. But some are drawn to adventure or change and move away on their own. Such as those who go out to establish outposts on the frontier." Mistress Elladoo added with a smile.

"Then you don't miss Glanlies? You don’t regret living out on the frontier?" I asked, with a familiarity that would have been unheard of not too long before.

"There are aspects and people that I miss. But they are outweighed by my life at the Post, where I feel I make a difference. Honestly I prefer life as Mistress of Elladoo Post to the role of a Deglace lady," she answered with equal candor.

"But when I am here, it is the second of those roles that I must play," she continued. "And I must warn you that being the dutiful daughter causes me some stress, so please forgive me if I am not myself. However, today I will spare you Esselde Deglace."

"Milady?" I asked in confusion, showing Mary’s influence was affecting more than my appearance..

"Yes, sadly it is back to milady for me. But let us ignore that for a moment while I tell you of my plan. And a plan is needed for I am unsure if my actions in Corels overstepped my authority. Therefore, I think it is best that I go alone to speak to my parents first."

"But it was me who caused the trouble, shouldn't I be there to take the blame?"

"Bah it was that horrid ensign and those dreadful Furigal people who were at fault. So don't worry about me, I am sure my family will be happy to see me and won't be overly harsh. I also think it would be good idea to let me fully tell your story before having you meet them; after all, it has been a rather unbelievable two months."

"Has it been that long?" I murmured in surprise, thinking back to that fateful meeting with Sandrelessa. It seemed both shorter and longer than two months. Shorter, for I had tried to convince myself that my state was temporary and something temporary cannot last for months. But also longer, as I had become rather comfortable in my girlish form, no longer distracted by long hair draping across face or entangled by long skirts. Strange no longer seemed strange, instead it was my past that had begun to seem unreal.

"Aye sweetie, it has been that long."

Standing in momentary silence, we each reflected on what had passed and tried to see what would come with the future. Yet for me, like for most, that vision showed nothing. Therefore, I focused on the present to ask, "Excuse me milady, but what am I to do while you go to your family?"

"The village of Fermere is on this side of the city's West gate. It has a number of inns used to house visitors to Glanlies, since such buildings are rare in the city and those that do exist are expensive beyond their worth. We will put you up in one of those, meanwhile I will head into the city and prepare my family."

After further assurances from Mistress Elladoo that she would be able to smooth out anything requiring smoothing out, though with warnings that it may take a few days, we once more boarded the coach and proceeded to Fermere. There, I learned that one of the troopers had been sent ahead to book rooms at Turin's Scales, an inn that the Deglace regularly used to house business partners visiting the Glanlies area. Soon after our arrival I watched the carriage and its escort continue on the way, though I was not alone. The mistress had placed me in Mary’s charge and under the protection of Jimi and Stork.

I am not sure what the trooper had told the Barton the innkeeper, but he treated me with more an unexpected degree of respect, calling me damsel and treating the others as my retainers. Uncomfortable with his respect, I knew not how to respond. Luckily Mary found it normal and spoke for our party.

In comparison, the other attention I received while passing through a nearly empty common room seemed almost normal. Nearly empty, the room contained four men at a single table whose attention was drawn in our direction, more specifically my direction. It was something that I had seen on the barge from Elladoo Post, at every inn in which we had spent a night during our trip from Corels and even from some of my captors in Corels. Still it was not yet something to which I had grown accustomed, even if I understood the cause.

I was rather exotic in appearance, tow-headed and pale in a land of dark hair and olive skin. Tall and slender, where voluptuous was the norm. And at the risk of sounding vain, I had spent enough time looking in a mirror to recognize that others spoke truth when calling me pretty. All this was before my Chaining, before I was bedecked in silver and sapphire jewelry. It was a given that people noticed me, the degree of their notice depended upon the individual. These four men were the type who were brazen in their stares, despite the glowers from my three protectors. Prior to my misadventures in Corels, such attention would have caused me to shrink away from their gazes, bowing my head and averting my eyes. However, that experience, involving my early self-condemnation, followed by victory over my persecutors, had burned away much of my shame and self doubt. So I did not seek to hide nor deny what I had become. Not that I had turned into some brazen hussy, casting smoky glances in the direction of any man. It was just that I gave the appearance of not noticing their looks.

Once through the common room, the innkeeper led us to a set of rooms. One would be shared by the two guardsmen, while Mary and I entered a suite, including an elegantly appointed sitting room, allowing the suite's inhabitants to host meetings or entertain their own guests. It seemed rather extravagant, combining this with the innkeeper’s manners led me to worry that there must have been some mix up concerning my status.

"How should the innkeeper have treated you Dra'e? A Deglace guardsman books the finest rooms in his inn for our company, which includes Stork and Jimi in their surcoats and myself so obviously a maidservant. And just as obvious, the three of us are serving as escort to you, who is young, beautiful and bedecked in a fortune of sapphires and silver. Of course he would see you as someone to treat with respect, which is what Mistress Deglace wanted."

"It is?"

"Aye. Better by far for people to see you in this light than to let their worries run ahead of their sense, as occurred in Corels."

It was hard to argue with the reasoning behind that argument. Much rather would I find myself in a lovely suite than in a dingy cell. So I said, "That’s makes sense, though I do not know if I will be able to play the proper role."

"No problem Dra'e, that is why Mistress Elladoo asked me to serve as your governess. It will be my job to help you play your part, which will require new clothing."

“What’s wrong with my clothes?”

Grinning a grin that scared the bejeebers out of me, she replied, “Oh what you are wearing is fine for travel, but everybody in the city will find it strange for a damsel wearing so much jewelry, not to be wearing newer and prettier dresses.”

Thus it was, that later in the day we found ourselves on the way to shop of a Mistress Fulert, Fermere’s premier dressmaker. I found myself concerned about where this would lead, Mary did tend to treat me as her dress-up doll, and so asked, "Excuse me Mary, but why are we getting me a new dress? It will be a waste of money after I am returned to myself."

"Well Dra'e, we do not know how long it will take for someone at the College to determine how to get you back to yourself. Therefore, Mistress Deglace feels you should have dresses so that you can better blend in, while you are in the city."

"But doesn’t it make more sense to go to a lesser quality dressmaker, one who will not charge Master prices for temporary garments?"

"Oh I am sure it does," Mary answered, not fooled in the least by my sudden logic. "But the mistress decided to spoil you until the change."

And that brought an end to the conversation, while proving that words are as malleable as a willow branch, both can be bent or shaped to form. What they become depends upon the crafter’s skill, while what is seen or heard depends upon the audience. Neither Mary nor myself needed to be overly attentive to understand the words crafted by the other. Mary realized that I did not want to go to the dressmakers, while I surmised that my opinion did not matter. Mary would be true to her earlier words, she was going to get me into prettier dresses.

It was with this understanding that the two of us found ourselves entering Mistress Fulert's shop, having left Jimi and Stork outside. Inside we were greeted by a young lady, most likely an apprentice, who let us know that her Mistress was just finishing with another customer. She then guided us to a small fitting room, where we were provided with tea for our wait. Not long after we had sat down the door once more opened to allow entry of the apprentice and an older lady, likely of an age with Mistress Elladoo. Based upon both her appearance and demeanor I guessed she was the mistress of the shop. This was proven true when she welcomed us, "Greeting gentlewomen, how may I assist you today?"

Having been warned earlier to say little, I let Mary take the lead, "Greetings Mistress, my charge is newly come to Glanlies and in need of proper dress for a maiden of her stature."

"Ah, by the sound of your voice, you are of Glanlies and yet you say your charge is not? What type of dress do you seek for her?"

"Actually we have multiple requirements today. Damsel Dra'e will need three different outfits for her visit to Glanlies. One should be day dress, for normal wear. Secondly, she will need a visiting dress, one appropriate for a temple or College visit. Lastly she will need a gown appropriate for an evening presentation to the Lord and Lady of the Deglace."

"The Deglaces," Mistress Fulert mused.

"Aye, Dra'e is in the care of Esselde Deglace who is home visiting her parents."

I saw that the name-dropping had the affect of placing the mistress in a better frame of mind about us, two scruffians from the North. It was my first witness of the magical balm that was an inner ring family's name, names able to soothe the ruffled feathers of any local. Mistress Fulert's smile immediately became more welcoming and her eyes more calculating.

“Do you have a particular style in mind for your charge Goodwife?”

“We will have to leave that to you Mistress Fulert, spending so much time in the North I cannot say what is appropriate. Though I do know that Dra'e would like something less drab than is appropriate on the frontier.”

“Very well, I am sure that we can come up with something to please you damsel. Now if you will disrobe, we can take your measurements.”

However, no sooner had the measurements begun then Mistress Fulert noticed the state of my boots. With my soft sole boots having been lost during my captivity in Corels and Mistress Elladoo's faire boots being reserved for special occasions, I once more wore my old boots. Comfortable and useful though they were, they were also ratty from use. With a grimace she stated, more than asked, "You will be after new footwear?"

"Why yes we are; however, we will have to find a cobbler," Mary answered.

"Fortunately Fermere has a number of skilled cobblers. If you wish, I can have one of my girls run out to see if one of them is available to assist you?"

"Thank you. That would be excellent."

With that, Mistress Fulert turned to her apprentice, "Liselle please ask Suzanne to run out and check with Master Lestage, since Nicholas knows what I like."

Returning to her measurements she quickly finished. Then she and Mary began a discussion about a colours, cloth, and price. During this I was distracted from listening in as Liselle was having me try on a number of pre-made robes and slippers, which I would need in order to use the inn's bath house. At least in this selection I was allowed to make the decision, ending up with a floor length grey one of amazingly soft wool with matching slippers.

After my choice, I was returned to my dress and we left the dressmaker with promises of a final fitting two mornings hence. Out on the street and feeling that my vow of silence was at an end I asked, "Mary, what am I going to end up wearing?"

"Don't worry Dra'e, you will look beautiful."

Well THAT was what I was worried about, yet no matter how much I whined or begged she would not give me any more information. Finally, as we were arriving at the small cobbler's shop, Mary reminded me that good girls should not question their elders. After all the my other indignities that I had experienced that day, I quit complaining and settled upon pouting.

We found Master Lestage to be as small as his shop and just as fastidious. Nor was he as impressed by the Deglace name or Mary’s determined efforts to describe the styles he was to make. Instead he appeared much more impressed by the fact that we came from Mistress Fulert's and put an end to Mary’s questioning when he said, “I know what Mistress Fulert likes, that is what I make. If you don’t want, you go elsewhere.”

With poor grace, Mary accepted. Though, on departure, she was much more willing to share her complaints than she had been to listen to mine. I, in turn, showed the proper way to deal with such complaints was commiseration, even if my lesson was lost on her. However, her complaints did end before we returned to the inn, for she left me in the care of our two guards while she went to perform some errands on her own. Meanwhile, with neither Jimi nor Stork willing to give into my pleas to explore, the three of us soon found ourselves back at the Scales where they deposited me in the sitting room of my suite. They then headed down to the common room while I was forced to find solace in one of the Annals, which were on a bookshelf.

The rest of the day involving a wonderful meal, a luxurious bath and a deep, long night’s sleep placed me in a rather good mood the next morning. During which I willingly sat while Mary experimented, upon me, with hair tongs heated with boiling water. The tongs’ purchase had been one of her prior day’s errands, resulting from the dressmaker recommending that my hair needed some curl. We were also joined by Stork and Jimi so that the three of them could tell me more of Glanlies and the members of the Deglace family. This task mainly fell upon Stork whose observations were tinged with humour and not nearly as blindingly loyal as Mary’s.

“Deglace is actually a Barony in South-Eastern Simolea, which has long been ruled by the family from whom our Deglaces sprung. The Glanlies branch was started by a fellow named Julion, the third son of the Baron who decided to seek his fame and fortune in the newly colonized port of Senlil. Now Julion was smarter than your average Simolean noble and was successful even though many considered the colony a failure. Therefore, while most returned home, he stayed and continued to prosper. He was also fortunate in the heirs he begat, so by the time Glanlies was built the family was a power on the peninsula, which continues to this very day.

“Yet they have never been a large family, having been known for marrying children off to establish and solidify contacts in the Kingdom. Their numbers were even further diminished by plague during the mistress’ Great-Grandfather’s time. After that plague, the family consolidated their presence in three main areas; their centre is still to be found in Glanlies, but they also maintain a strong presence at their country estate and in Senlil, for it is wine and shipping that provides the foundation of their wealth. I tell you all this so you won’t feel short changed when I describe and you meet only a small number of their herd.”

“Teodore Walcom, you will show proper respect towards your employers,” Mary admonished.

“Teodore?” I asked.

“Shh Drake, Teddy doesn’t like to be called that,” Jimi laughed.

“Shut your mouth James.”

“Be good all of you, Stork please continue with your description. However, you will do well to remember of whom you speak.”

“Aye Mary, sorry about that. I will try to hold my tongue in check.”

“See that you do.”

Stork then spent the next glass, with frequent interruptions from Mary and less frequent from Jimi, identifying the Deglaces who I may meet in Glanlies. Starting with the mistress’ parents; Master Dilen who was the head of the family, having assumed the position three years previously when his father passed away, and Madame Celise who had been born a Halston, which was another of the inner ring families. Then there were Mistress Elladoo's siblings, of whom only Anna her father’s heir and Julion the youngest would likely to be in the City. Georges, the second oldest was in charge of trading the family’s wine, outside of the peninsula and Deanne who had married a business partner’s son on the mainland were less often at home. Beyond the immediate family was Nilson, Dilen’s younger brother and right hand man, and his family. There was also Torsen, Dilen and Nilson’s uncle, though of an age between the two. Apparently Torsen was a bit of a black-sheep being more interested in adventure than trade, much to Mary’s disapproval. Beyond these main players were a number of cousins, wives, children and chosen who were key to the overall operation of the family business.

From discussions of the Deglaces we moved onto talking about the families of my three guardians, which lead to a significant amount of embarrassment on my part when I realized how little I knew about those who were my friends. I felt particularly bad to learn that Mary’s children were still in Glanlies and that but for looking after me she would be visiting them. Finally it was necessary for her to ease my mind when she told me that they were all grown up and that she would see them soon enough. As for Stork and Jimi, they were both from the Deglace country estate. Stork came from a large family, while Jimi was an only child whose parents had died when he was young after which he had grown up in the general care of everyone, the Walcoms in particular.

After that we discussed anything that could distract us from our worries that no word had come from Mistress Elladoo. All in all it turned out to be a very interesting day, linking us, one to the other more strongly than we had been before. Still, when we received a note later that afternoon from the mistress, saying that all was well, there was a general sense of relief. It allowed me to have a nice evening and another good sleep in preparation for what may happen on the morrow.

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After two full nights of wondrous sleep I had awoken with the belief that it would be the day when something happened, that the chapter where I returned to myself would begin. However, my morning seemed to push me even further in the direction my life had recently taken.

First we returned to Master Lestage’s shop to pick up my new boots and a pair of shoes. The boots were made from the softest leather I had ever felt and dyed a shiny black. Still it was the fit that showed they were made by a master-craftsman, for they gently hugged my foot and calf when the leather laces were tightened. Their grasp was almost magical, promising nary a blister. While the shoes were made of a white-with-blue-flower brocade that I guessed would match one of my new dresses. Both would have been perfect if not for having heels narrow and tall enough for me to almost wrap my hand around. My exasperation at the man was equal to Mary’s two days previous, but so was his pigheadedness. And like with her, he prevailed against me.

From there we moved onto Mistress Fulert's shop for final fittings. Quickly we found that the height of the heels were expected and so included in the length of the skirts. Therefore, after undressing from dress and shift I soon found myself once more putting on the boots, though over a pair of wondrous, new, silken, knee length stockings held up by lace covered garters. Once shod, the fittings started, as I tried on the three beautiful dresses. After a few final adjustments were made by Mistress Fulert, Mary chose the light grey day dress for me to wear out of the shop.

The dress was mostly made of the same cloth from which his new robe had been made. Because of this and its bone stays it was rather form fitting, molding to my torso right up to a lace edged square cut neck and three quarters the way down my arms to end in similar lace. The tight fit even continued passed my hips, behind and upper thighs before the skirts widened to allow steps already shortened by my new boots. I was unsure about how much the dress showed off my figure, though when I voiced this concern Mistress Fulert proudly assured me that such was her goal when making the dress. Easy for her to say, she did not have to wear the dress or try and laugh off Jimi and Stork’s expressions or the stares from others. Those stares made me doubt the mistress and Mary’s plan to have me fit in, it also ensured my desire to explore, from two days previous, did not flare up again. No convincing was needed to get me back to the inn this time.

It was as if the Deglaces had someone watching us, for not long after we returned, there was a knock on our door. At the time Mary had me walking about the room getting used to my new boots and skirts, even though they had not proved overly difficult on our walk back from the dressmaker’s shop. Moving about my room it came to me that one thing I would miss when returned to myself, was how fit this body had proven to be. Even with garments that confined, I still felt lighter of foot than I had been while clomping about in my pants and shirts.

Guessing the knock was one of the inn’s staff, Mary gestured for me to continue as she moved to answer the door. Hearing an unrecognized voice and Mary’s respectful welcome, I turned to see a young man in a Deglace surcoat. A messenger was my first thought, though my second glance measured the quality of his clothes and made me doubt my initial impression.

Inviting the man in, Mary closed the door and gestured for me to approach, “Milord, may I present Dra'e of Elladoo Post. Dra'e, Lord Julion Deglace.”

Showing my training had paid off, I immediately sank into a curtsy, as deep as my new skirts allowed, with a murmured, “Milord.”

However, my reaction to his accent was purely instinct. It froze in my curtsy, not allowing to recognize the smile behind his words, when I said, “Nice choice Sister mine.”

Fortunately Mary came to my defense and in a voice holding exasperation, she admonished, “Master Julion!”

“My apologies Mary, and to you Dra'e. Or do you prefer Drake?”

Though Mary was my rock and I knew her preference, this was a moment in which to regain some of myself, “Drake Milord, I prefer Drake.”

“Very well, Drake it is. Now why don’t the three of us take a seat so I can update on what has happened while you have vacationed here in Fermere.”

Seated, Julion began to speak, “Before your journey South, Esselde sent a letter briefly explaining what had happened during the attack by Darrel the Roamer. Good thing she did, for when Stork showed up with his fanciful story, he was not locked up with the crazy cousins. Therefore, Father willingly sent the troop and requested the assistance of Magister Bewlmon. That done we waited for further word, word that did not reach us until Esselde arrived two days ago. Now that was a mistake. Esselde really should have let us know when things had been resolved in Corels. Mother does not take kindly to worry and when she learned her worry had been needless, she became rather annoyed with Esselde.”

Having recently suffered similar rebuke from my mother, for much the same reasons, my sympathies definitely lay with Mistress Elladoo. So I tried to come to her defense, “But none of us thought to send such a message.”

“Well it was not for any of you to send the message. It was Esselde who was in charge and she is the one who knows Mother the best, after all they are basically the same person.”

At this Mary nodded her head, “Aye the madame and the mistress are as alike as two blades of grass.”

“The two of them are full of the Halston fire, which is difficult to deal with, for us plain old Deglaces. And when one sparks, the second often serves as tinder resulting in a fierce blaze. Two nights ago there was a fire to melt the walls, Mother demanding explanations for every step your party took and Esselde unwilling to offer them. Why I honestly expected their screeching to wake Grandfather Larmir from the dead.”

Hearing the glee in Julion’s explanation resulted in my feeling a spirit of kinship with him. After all, I too found a significant, little brother pleasure from my own Mother’s battles with my sister June, who were also as alike as two blades of grass. With this recognition, I began to feel less wary of Julion, even if he did sound like Darrel and Colonel Vannigan.

“Well happily before either said something regrettable, something whose hurt could not easily be repaired, Father stepped in to end the fight. He has great skill at this, being a master of the compromise, at least once he determines upon what the compromise should be based. In this case, he determined that it was you Drake who was the point of conflict.”

“Me?”

“Yes you. See everybody knew that Esselde would, rightfully, if I may say, spend the majority of her time ensuring that you are able to get back to being the you that you wish to be. My, wasn’t that a pretty piece of wordplay?”

“Umm...yes?”

“Of course it was, though I can see by the look on your face that you find it of little interest. Understandable after being informed that you are the chaff between the grinding stones that are my mother and sister.”

“Please Master Julion,” Mary interrupted. “Could you tell us of Master Dilen’s compromise? Dra'e is nervous enough, without having to bear the additional burden you attribute to her.”

With a seated bow in Mary’s direction, Julion apologized, “I am sorry Drake, I am easily distracted by my own voice and cleverness. ‘Tis a fault that Father believes I must correct. But enough of that, let us return to the compromise of which I had begun to speak. Father quickly guessed that Mother was actually worried that she would get no time to spend with Esselde during this rare visit. Understanding this, Father convinced my sister to spend most of her time during her visit at home with the family.”

“That is understandable, if someone can offer me directions I can look after myself,” I replied, though my bravado was as rickety as an abandoned barn. The truth was, though Mary provided most of my day to day support, it was Mistress Elladoo upon whom I had attached my hopes.

“Drake, I would have thought you had more faith in my sister, what type of sad compromise would that be? No she made sure that you will not be on your own, that you would have a chaperon to guide and assist you. Now the obvious choice would be the estimable Mary, but that would be unfair as she too deserves a chance to spend time with her family. Therefore, they settled upon the next best choice. Drake of Elladoo Post, I would like to offer my services as that guide.”

The offer was accompanied by a manic grin that did little to instill me with confidence. Yet how could I not accept the help, without insulting my matron and the family by whom I wished to be chosen? I could not. Still that did not mean that it was not my duty to offer an out, “I appreciate your offer Milord, but I am sure you are busy enough without having to trouble yourself with me.”

In turn, it was Julion’s duty to ignore that out, “Not to worry Drake, I am not bothered. Well at least I am no longer bothered, as I am sure that being seen in your lovely presence will do my ego an unmeasurable amount of good.”

Unsure how to deal with his flattery, I ignored it, except for a blush, and said, “Thank you Milord, I am honoured by your offer.”

“I also admit that I am extremely curious about the entire affair. I mean not to slight your situation, but it is rather amazing. So I would have been pleased to assist even if Father had not assigned me this task, he also bade me judge your worth to be a Deglace chosen.”

Thus I was reminded that care should be taken in measuring a person too quickly, since their actions or words may hide who they are. Such was the case with Julion, for despite his foolhardy air he was a scion of his family, which was as powerful as any on the peninsula. If he was as competent as his sister then he would be quite formidable and his next comments made that seem very possible.

“Well this all happened on the day and night of Esselde’s return, which likely makes you wonder why it is only today that I came to visit. It is not because we do not see you as a priority, let me assure you of that. No it is the result of me diligently taking yesterday to prepare for our task. First I needed to contact Hiram’s cousin, Sharlese, at the College to ensure that she would be able to meet with you. She will, tomorrow morning. However, she also asked if she could discuss your case with Magister Bewlmon, which resulted in my setting up and hosting a dinner between the two of them. A fascinating night, even if I had no idea what they were talking about most of the time. Then there is the Militia.”

“The Militia,” I exclaimed, not thrilled to hear that they still had an interest in my life.

“Yes the Militia. Their investigative branch has been looking into Hiram’s report about the attack on his Post. They are interested in what you overheard from Darrel, about him having a contact who was intercepting messages. They wish to ask you about this. Now we know that your experiences with the Militia in Corels was very negative; however, Father is rather concerned by this breach in the Commission’s communications and would take it as a personal favour if you were to talk to them?”

“I agree Milord. As someone who lives on the frontier and who has used that mode of communication, I am sold on its benefits. Therefore, I am willing to assist the Militia.”

“You are? Most excellent, Esselde did say that you would be quite reasonable in this request. In fact she convinced me to set up an appointment with the investigators tomorrow afternoon. So I guess that ends my update, do you have any questions?”

Mary and I looked questioningly at each other, wondering who should pose the obvious query. When she made no move to do so, I asked, “Yes Milord, what are we to do today?”

Laughing, he replied, “Of course, what other question could you ask? Well Esselde said that you would be seeking new frocks, as you had been forced into her hand-me-downs. Now unless her fashion sense outstrips that of the city, I would guess that you have been successful.”

“Yes, she has Milord,” Mary answered.

“I thought so. And let me say, you do look most delectable. However, since you have fulfilled your frock quest, do you have any other tasks keeping you in Fermere?”

“No Milord, we are waiting upon Milady Deglace’s orders.”

“Very well, then why don’t you pack up and we will move Drake into the family house in town. It will also allow you to visit your family, Mary. Sound good?”

“Yes Milord,” the two of us chorused.

“Okay, while you pack up I will go settle the bills. Who was the dressmaker?”

“Misha Fulert, Dra'e also had new boots made by Master Lestage.”

“Ahh, did he get you into some of those stilts that are all the rage?” At my nod he smiled and continued, “Just another reason for me to stick close, as you will need someone to catch you if you fall. Well I should be back in a half-turn, then we can head into town and introduce you to the rest of the clan.”

With that he was out of the door. Rather stunned by the whole visit I looked questioningly towards Mary, who answered with a shrug, “That’s Master Julion for you.”

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True to his word, a short while later Julion had Mary and me in a carriage heading into Glanlies, he, Jimi and Stork riding beside us on their horses. I would like to tell you my thoughts as we passed through the gates into the city; however, everything was a blur, worried as I was about meeting the rest of the Deglaces. If I had my druthers, it would not occur so soon after learning that I was a point of conflict amongst them. Yet in the end my worries were for naught, as despite Julion’s proposed introductions I did not meet any more of the Deglaces on that day. Instead, after being ensconced in rooms nice than those at the Scales, I was left alone.

Even Mary saw this as an opportunity to escape to visit her sons and daughters. Meanwhile I looked forward to spending the afternoon truly alone, peacefully alone, something rare since my girlification. Now, you may say that I spent quite a bit of time alone in Corels, but I would respond that it definitely was not peaceful. However, my plan was not to be, for soon after Mary left there was a knock on my door signifying Julion’s return.

“Excuse me Drake while I was out a message arrived from Archmage Sharlese, she asked if we would be able to visit a friend of hers this afternoon?”

“I suppose so Milord, I do not have anything else planned. Do I?”

“Nothing of which I am aware.”

“Then I am free, who does she wish me to visit?”

“It is the Priestess Alynn, she is a Physician of Sera. The Archmage would the physician to examine you, before she begins her own work. Luckily we have lots of time to pop over to the Sanctuary and see the priestess before eve. Shall we?”

‘Luckily’ was not how I would describe it, guessing that the exam may prove to be rather embarrassing. But if the Archmage requested it and she felt it necessary to return me to myself, I would just have to endure. “Of course Milord, I would be happy to visit the priestess.”

“That is excellent. But there is one other matter we must discuss before we go.”

Wondering at the seriousness of his tone, I cautiously queried, “What matter is that Milord?”

“Well it’s my name. You see it is Julion, not Milord.”

“But I couldn’t call you that Milord, it wouldn’t be right.”

“Don’t worry about it Drake, none of my friends go by their titles. Titles are reserved for our parents. Really you must call me Julion, otherwise everybody will think I am putting on airs.”

“I don’t know? I am a nobody.”

“Not looking the way you do.”

“Are you sure it is all right?”

With a smiling leer on his face and with his eyes no longer looking me in the eyes, Julion intentionally mistook my question, “Oh you definitely look all right, much more than all right. In fact I was not nearly as effusive as I should have been when praising Mary for wrapping you in that wonderful frock.”

Unbothered by his flirting, having guessed that it was natural for Julion, I decided to give in to his request, “Okay, I will call you Julion.”

With a smile, he stated, “Excellent.”

He then offered me his arm. Surprising myself, I took it and allowed him to guide me outdoors where we found a cabriolet we could take to Sera’s Sanctuary. Unlike earlier, during this ride I paid attention to my surroundings. What struck me the most was that it did not seem like we were in a city, at least nothing like my birthplace of Corels.

Not that the inner ring or temple square and its park accurately reflected the city, no this was the showcase where visitors were awed by the wealth of the Commission. Streets and paths were of packed, white stone, which was carefully groomed and maintained to provide a ride smoother than the cobblestones we had traveled earlier in the day. And where there were no paths, there was grass or flower beds or benches, each as carefully maintained as the streets. All of this surrounded great mansions and even more spectacular temples and churches.

It was exciting and Julion was wise enough not to encroach upon my wonder with idle chatter. Instead he periodically offered a smile to me as we moved passed the Chapel of Turin, then the Temple of the Allfather, before coming to a stop in front of Sera’s Sanctuary.

Leaving the cart with a caretaker in the robe of Sera we entered a great hall adorned with as much plant-life as any outdoor garden. Taken aback by the calming nature of, well, nature, I did not notice the approach of an under-priestess until Julion jostled my arm and said, “We are to follow.”

Follow we did, out of the main hall and down into a veritable maze leading finally to a door where the under-priestess stopped and knocked. Inside was an office full of books and with a desk behind which sat a full priestess of Sera, in the same straw gold robe as worn by she who had attended my Chaining. Nor was it just their robes that made them alike, each was of similar age, demeanor and appearance. Almost as if they were sisters of blood, not just of faith. However, the priestess in Corels had not emitted the power that I had come to associate with a magic users, this one did. The aura was of similar intensity to Magister Bewlmon’s, but of a different feel. While the Allfather’s power seemed to reflect knowledge, the Allmother’s was one of soothing. Not that the demeanor of the priestess reflected this calming influence.

Rising to offer greeting, she spoke to our guide, “Vera, please take Master Deglace back to the foyer, I would like to see the damsel alone.”

For someone whom I had just met, I was loathe to lose Julion’s support. However, the priestess’ reason for his banishment was explained when she commanded me to undress. With little hesitation, I was growing used to others seeing my body, I complied. Not that it would have been as quick if I had been aware of how Priestess Alynn would poke and prod me. It seemed she found my existence insulting, being beyond her ken, finding it hard to believe that I had once been a boy. She even described me by saying, “You are as healthy as a girl your age can be. Your maidenhead is intact and you should be bursting with fertility, yet it is as if you are fallow. How long have you been in this form.”

“Just over two months Priestess.”

“And have you bled?”

“Pardon?”

“Surely you know of a woman’s bleeding?”

I did, though my knowledge was cursory at best, “No Ma'am, I have not bled.”

“You should have bled by this time, your body begs for it. Why has it not happened?”

Though not a question for which she expected an answer, I had a theory, “Excuse me Priestess, Magister Bewlmon believes that the defense spell that protected me during the demoness’ attack continues to operate, though now he thinks it protects me from the passage of time. So maybe my body does not yet think it is time to bleed.”

“Magister Bewlmon you say? He always does have crazy ideas, though I admit I do not have a better explanation at this time. I will have to pray on it. Mayhap the Lady will offer me wisdom. But for now my examination is at an end, let me attach your anti-fertility charm and then you can get dressed?”

“My what?”

“Your anti-fertility charm. We don’t want you getting pregnant.”

“But...I can’t...and...I won’t,” I gasped.

“Well I don’t think you can either, not that I understand why. And what I don’t understand, I don’t trust; therefore, we will stick to what works. As for you not getting pregnant, you are a pretty young girl and I saw the way that young man looked at you. Honestly I don’t trust you or any girl your age around such temptation, specially the sort that dress in a manner to please the Lady’s silly daughter. No I know what is best for you.”

None of my pleas or reasonings budged her decision, no more than had similar words affected Master Lestage. I found myself thinking these Glanlies’ folk were rather full of themselves as she pierced my navel with a gold ring from which dangled a small, golden charm in the shape of a sickle.

When done, I could not escape from the woman fast enough, even though the throb from her piercing served as a steady reminder. Its presence and her words forced me to look rather differently at Julion, when I was returned to his side. Apparently sensing my hidden thoughts, he did not pry or question me on what occurred, nor did he offer me his arm as we returned to our cabriolet. Instead he provided silent companionship that I willingly accepted. Nor did he extend our visit or attempt introductions when we returned to his home, instead allowing me to seek my delayed solitude. Now needed even more after my visit to Sera’s Sanctuary.

Back in my room I tried to confront the feelings brought about by Priestess Alynn. I knew she saw me as female first, demon plagued second, whereas I thought the opposite. To the priestess I was a girl on the brink of womanhood. Ready to be pursued by men, wedded to one and bedded by him. She expected me to be catchable, assumed that I would want to be caught and so she had sought to protect me from myself. And hidden within her actions I read a belief, that she had not spoken, she fully expected me to stay a girl. This fed a niggling thought lurking in the back of my mind, ‘If Magister Bewlmon, an expert in demon possession, did not understand what had happened to me, then how would know how to break it?’

Rubbing a hand across my stomach I could barely feel the charm beneath my dress, yet its presence loomed large in my mind forcing me to asked myself what it mean to be a woman? It was a difficult question for a fifteen year old boy, even for one masquerading as a girl. Yet would it be easier for a fifteen year old girl? After all, I had not yet determined what it meant to be a man.

Maybe a girl would not be as confused by this body, as she would flower out of childhood over years not in a single sleep. Possibly a girl’s mother or sisters or friends would do a better job of explaining what in meant to be a woman than had my father and brother and friends in telling me about being a man. Actually I doubted that they could have done a worse job, for the only stories and lessons, mostly passed on by those with whom I shared the bachelor quarters at the Post, were recognizable as lies or exaggerations. As often as not they were warnings of what not to do hidden behind laughter or personal glorification. As for any wisdom they had about women, let me just say that it would take many drops upon my head for me to believe anything they had said.

Yet the advice I had from women was non-existent, for the little contact I had with them had not involved teaching me what it meant to be a woman. Instead the lessons with Clara and the mistress had been on trade and math, the only knowledge of women I gained during those times was how unobtainable both of them were for one such as I. Although at least they had not ignored me like the rest of the womenfolk at the Post, specially those close to my age.

Anything I knew of women was what I had learned in the last two months, surface things, little of substance. My knowledge was akin to having learned the curses, yet being expected to speak a language. There were so many questions to be asked and answers to be found that I fervently hoped my niggling thought would be proven false.

As for the charm and what it implied, I vowed to prove to Priestess Alynn that it was unnecessary. Sure, I had found myself liking Julion, he seemed fun to be around and was someone worthy of emulation. But he did not set my heart aflutter as did Filice of the glossy black hair and fiery eyes, the daughter of a Roamer whose caravan often stopped to trade at Elladoo Post. When I was near her I was struck dumb and breathless. Neither Julion, nor any other man, affected me in such a way. Nor did I think that I would dream of him as I dreamed of her.

Nor did I, instead my thoughts were of Sophie, the pretty maidservant who had assisted my preparations for bed, helping me out of my dress and into a new, lovely, muslin night-gown. She had left me tongue-tied with her gentle touch and flowery smell as she loosely braided my hair and stuffed it underneath a night cap. Thoughts of her were enough to fill my dreams with...

...actually I think I will keep them to myself. Instead let me share my last waking question, ‘What would the magic that healed my wounds do to my new piercing?”

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The next morning once more found Sophie helping me, as I learned she had been assigned to look after me while Mary visited her family. She bustled into my room with good cheer not long after I had awoken and found that the Goddess’ healing must have negated the need for my own magical healing, for the ring through my navel felt the same as it had the night before. Also unchanged was my reaction to Sophie, which allowed her to get away with petty tyrannies easier than would have Mary. Not that I am saying Mary would not get her way, she just would have had to put up with my complaining.

For Sophie I remained silent and let her do to me what she would. It started with the jars of cosmetics that Mary had purchased in Corels, with which she was not at all impressed. Not that it stopped her from dipping in to use them, while mumbling under her breath a list of items she would have to find in the market that day. She was happier with our purchases from Fermere and was most entranced by my chains, the jewelry aspect of them. She felt that they were rather spectacular and should be on display, not hidden. Personally I had felt that this was already the case, but soon learned they could be put on even greater display.

For a start Sophie had use a long ribbon, made from the blue, satin cloth of my new visiting dresses, to tie my hair into a pony tail which hung well down my back. As a result, my hair was pulled away from my face, allowing the sapphire at my brow and the silver filigree of the diadem to be fully seen. Strangely I was less bothered by this than the fancy bow and dangling ribbon tied in my hair. It just seemed extremely girlish. I may have said something, if not for Sophie praising the result.

Gods, I was so weak.

With the ribbon chosen, I was not surprised to see her choose the visiting dress for me to wear. It was not only the satin that made it a fancier dress than the grey one, there was all the lace. At the hems, on the boned bodice and providing additional, minimum protection for a rather low cut neckline, even the short sleeves Sophie tied to the dresses shoulder straps were completely made of lace. Looking in a long mirror at the end result caused me to feel a number of different emotions and not all of those were bad.

From my room, I was led to a small dining room where I found Mistress Esselde and Julion breakfasting. After the mistress gushed over my appearance, made me spin in a circle and called me adorable. As I sat, my masculinity retreated even further into the dark recesses of my mind, ending up somewhere near memories of a cat named Socks, who had lived in the bakery when I was a little boy. Happily I was soon distracted by sharing news with the mistress. After telling my story from the last three days, the mistress passed on the news that she had received a missive from Master Elladoo. It told of his success in negotiating a deal with Chief Many Song and outlined a number of jobs to be completed by someone in the city.

To the three of us, this news was exciting enough to keep us entertained throughout breakfast. Apparently Clara, whose wagon train of furs had made it to the city, was to be in charge of hiring the work crews to build a post somewhat smaller than Elladoo Post. She was also to set up contracts for merchandise to be sold at what was to become, Many Song Post. I hoped that I would be given the chance to assist her, it would be an excellent training.

Our enjoyable conversation was brought to an end when Julion said we needed to head out to our meetings. Again we used the cabriolet, this time to head into the city and towards the College of Mages to the Southwest. This trip Julion found me both less awed and less pensive, allowing him to entertain me with stories about the city and his friends, most of which ended with me laughing. It was fun and I did not even mind where his eyes would dart during my laughter, as I would have been no different, well except for the stretch required to see me with a girl wearing the type of dress I was wearing and being able to make her laugh.

The College, beyond its size and location, did not particularly stand out amongst the other buildings, as it was made from stone, out of the same quarries, that had been used to build most of the city. It was a twin, according to Julion, to the Commission and Militia headquarters.

However, once inside I found it was not like any other building. Not because of the tasteful decor, but because of the people, the mages. They were all over the place and each emitted power, great or small, of different feels or textures or smells or sounds. It was like walking into my parent’s bakery and having the wonderful aroma encompass me. Yet what I experienced in the College’s lobby affected every one of my senses, nor was all that assailed me wonderful. In its entirety it was overwhelming and it stopped me, frozen in my tracks.

Julion, noticing something, turned to me to ask what was wrong. And though I saw his lips move, the sound came as if from far away or drowned beneath a rushing river crashing over a falls.

How long we stood there, I do not know. Probably it was not long, for others began to notice and turned their gazes in our direction. Some looked on with idle curiosity, wondering what was wrong with the pretty girl and her well dressed companion. Others, more learned, saw what rested on my forehead and understood that I was more unique than in just my appearance. Some shrank away, but most looked on with curiosity, for most of them would be familiar with the demon world and demon kind. They saw me as an interesting bauble and some began to cast spells of inquiry that quested towards me, like numerous curious snakes.

This was much too much. I wanted too flee or hide, yet my feet were unwilling to take me anywhere. Instead, like a child, I scrunched my eyes closed and clapped hands over my ears. Not that it helped. Only when Julion scooped me up and carried me from the College to a stone bench, at the bottom of the College’s steps, was I able to gain relief from the assault.

Thankfully the curious stayed inside and let me regain my wits as I sat crouched over, rocking back and forth, glorying in the regular sounds, sights and smells of the street. I barely noticed Julion rubbing my back and murmuring words of encouragement, though I drew strength and comfort from both. Beginning to feel normal, I became aware of approaching footsteps and saw the hem of a burgundy coloured robe enter into my view. From the direction of the approach I could tell that the figure had approached from the College, the gleam of power glowing the same colour as the wearer’s robe confirmed that the person was one of its members.

Still one person, or a handful of people who had the power, even great power, was manageable. Therefore, I raised my tear-stained face to see an older lady looking at me with a curiosity similar to many of her colleagues. Seeing she had my attention, she introduced herself, “I assume you are the Drake of whom I have heard, both from my cousin Hiram and your companion, Master Deglace. I am the Archmage Sharlese.”

“Aye Archmage, I am Drake. I thank you for seeing me, though I apologize for making you come outside for that to happen.”

“It is alright Drake. I was looking forward to your visit and am now even more intrigued. You really must tell me what happened.”

“I am not sure how to explain it Archmage, it is...”

“Wait Drake, the street is not the best location for such a conversation.”

“Oh please Ma'am, please. I cannot go inside. Please no.”

“Relax child, I do not ask you to go inside. Instead let us go around back, where we can find privacy in the gardens.”

With this assurance,I allowed Julion to be help me to my feet and then with each upon a side, as I still was not that steady, we circled behind the building to find the garden. One not of plants and flowers as expected, but of stones and statues. Moving to a pair of benches beneath a canvas cover the three of us took a seat, she then asked, “If you are willing, I would involve one of my colleagues in our discussion. He is Overmage Tison and has done much study of the Carthanan demons.”

I saw no reason not to grant the request, so I nodded my head at which point I noticed her concentrate for a moment and then flare brightly for an instant, like the aftermath of a lightning bolt strike. I guessed she had cast a communication spell of some sort and thus was not surprised with the arrival of a man in his thirties wearing a robe of umber, the same colour as the power that surrounded him. A handsome man, who looked like he had spent more time on his appearance than I had been forced to endure that morning. This thought made me think of Magister Bewlmon, though it was a comparison the man lost.

After introducing the man as Overmage Tison, the Archmage began her interview, “Please ignore my prior question about what happened in the foyer. Instead tell me everything from the start. I have heard some from Magister Bewlmon and Priestess Alynn, but would hear of it from you, personally.”

It was becoming easier to tell, having told it so many times already. Plus Archmage Sharlese was a good listener and did not make me focus on my time in the bandit camp, saying it would provide little value as I was not in control at the time. Instead she focused on my experience with the mob in Corels and how I held been able to channel, yet keep, Sandrelessa at bay. With my story told she reacted like everyone else and settled back into thought.

“And you believe that these two times are the only periods when the demoness has made her presence felt?”

“As far as I know, Archmage.”

“Has your personality changed in any way?”

“I do not believe so, though of course everything is different, what with my being changed into a girl.”

“Yes I guess that would change things rather much. However, please forgive me for saying, if I did not know the truth, I would never guess that you had recently been a boy.”

I struggled to be insulted by this statement, but was unable to kindle any anger. Things were becoming too normal, expected, rather than surprising. “I am not insulted Ma'am, even though I feel I should be. But what has happened to my body has never been as bad as what lurks inside of it. It may even have kept people close. Because, if I had been turned into some horrid monster, my friends may have turned upon me, maybe I would never have even woken from that first sleep.”

“So how you no look bothers less than the possession?”

“Most definitely. It is like when someone has their nose broken, you see.”

“Actually I don’t.”

“Oh sorry. Well you know how when your nose broken you also get black eyes. Yeah the black eyes are annoying and all, but the broken nose is worse. And by the time the nose is healed, so are the eyes.”

“So being turned into a woman is the black eye to the broken nose of demon possession?” she asked, rather incredulously.

Even while nodding my head, I understood the tone of her question, for it was an explanation that barely passed muster for my fifteen year old mind. I am now willing to admit that it was crap and she had every right to be incredulous, but at the time it just popped into my head and burst out of my mouth.

Deciding to ignore my explanation, she returned to what had led to it. “Still it is surprising that you are so natural.”

“It’s likely because of Mary, Mistress Elladoo's maidservant. She has been looking after and teaching me things.”

Looking towards my companion at the end of my explanation, the Archmage asked, “Why do you shake your head Master Deglace?”

“Sorry Drake, but I am sure that Mary did not teach you to move as you do. Now don’t take this as a complaint against a valued family retainer, but she has been with Esselde for years and my sister still stomps around like a dockworker. Not you, you glide, even in those boots I know you are wearing. Any mother would be thrilled to have a daughter move with your grace. No actually, you sway in a fashion more appealing to us menfolk than to a mother. Now that I give it more thought, you walk like a dancer.”

“Thank you for your expert opinion Master Deglace,” Archmage Sharlese answered in a tone that implied, that if needed, she would side with the mothers of the world against the Julions of the world.

Unabashed by the tone, Julion turned a leer in my direction and said, “Glad to offer it Archmage Sharlese. And don’t worry I will maintain a close study on Drake to see what else I can notice.”

Showing how quickly I had gotten used to Julion, moving him from respected member of a powerful family to friend, I rolled my eyes at him. Smiling at this he taunted in a completely non-insulting way, “You are such a girl.”

Ignoring our byplay Overmage Tison spoke for the first time, “Actually Master Deglace, you may be on to something.”

“Really?” Julion asked, seemingly shocked by the very idea.

“Aye. See Sandrelessa is not unknown to the College, she has been one of the few Carthanans to regularly come to the call of our members. Much has been written about her, most that she has spoken is thought to be lies, but there have been some speculation about her. One such thought is that she is so interested in our world, because she has so very little power in her own. A worthy guess, for we have learned that amongst the Carthanans their women are treated as chattel. This fits with tales of her being a concubine and then consort to a fallen prince amongst her kind. After his fall, it is believed she was taken slave by the victor, ever since she has been known as Sandrelessa the Lithe. Maybe she was a dancer, it may explain why Drake moves in the fashion Master Deglace noticed.”

“Wait. Are you saying that Sandrelessa is controlling me? That’s horrible, what else is she making me do?”

“No I do not say that. I just surmise a possible explanation to Master Deglace’s observation. It may just be that you or your new body have inherent grace. But I cannot say, nothing about what has happened to you makes sense.”

There it was. A statement, from an expert, that enhanced my worry that I may be stuck as Dra'e. I did not find it unexpected; therefore, I was able to, despite the way my heart was beating, rationally say, “I have tried to deny it to myself Sir, but I think your thought may be true. For there is something about me that I have told nobody, something that is not normal. It makes me wonder if Sandrelessa is hiding closer to the surface then I hope.”

Archmage Sharlese asked, “Does it have something to do with what happened to you in the foyer Drake?”

“Yes.”

“Tell us about it.”

So I did. I told them of how I could sense power surrounding those who had it. I described what I saw and felt, how with individuals and smalls groups it was bearable, yet how it had frozen me amongst the dozens in the College. I stated how any use of the power made the magical aura around a person flare up. My explanation seemed to fascinate both mages, for their eyes glowed brighter and brighter in excitement.

When I finished, they both began to talk, though Tison deferred to his superior the archmage, who asked, “That is rather amazing Drake. Do you mean to say that when you look at either Tison or myself, we glow?”

“Kind of, it is hard to describe. It seems like everyone is slightly different, though I can say that the colouring of each of your robes seems the same as your power. How can I explain it?” I paused, trying to order my thoughts, to figure out how to make my strange vision real. “It is like the sun on a foggy morning, when it rises and its light glows within mist. So to there is such a fog, though barely noticeable, surrounding each of you and your robes seem to provide the light causing the glow. Though I don’t believe it is your robes, I think it is each of you.”

“Very interesting. Once a student obtains the status of mage, she is taught a spell with which she colours her white, apprentice robe to one of her own choosing. I have always been intrigued by the colour choices made by some of my colleagues, now I wonder if they or I had a choice.”

Nodding his head, the Overmage added, “Aye, do we choose the colours or do they choose us?”

“That is the question. Too bad there are not apprentices close to the ceremony, otherwise we could try and answer it. So let us return to the bigger question of Drake’s talent. May it be a variation on the Sight of Objects?”

“That seems possible Sharlese. Does any of our members have the Sight?”

“I am not sure, I will have to check with the Master of Roles.”

Feeling rather confused, I broke in to ask, “Excuse me Ma'am, but what is the Sight of Objects?”

“My apologies Drake. The Sight is a skill that allows one to look at an item and determine whether it is imbued with powers. For example, take your jewelry. While I or Tison can look at it and guess that they were used for a Chaining, a person trained in the Sight would be able to see the power of the Gods. We were wondering if your extra sense is similar. Actually, what do you see when you look at either of your bracelets or rings?”

“I just see them as jewelry Ma’am. I can tell they are well crafted and made of fine materials, but if I had not felt their power I would not know they were special in other ways.”

“I am not surprised, for I have never heard of anybody with the Sight seeing as you do. It seems your vision is one more oddity about your possession. I now regret my hasty response to Hiram when I first learned of your possession, it may not be as easy to break as I casually implied.”

“It is because it involves a Carthanan.” Overmage Tison stated.

“That is my guess as well. And yet I have never read of a Carthanan possession, have you Tison?”

“I have not. I believe it would be wise to do some research. If there is nothing to be found in the library it may be necessary to summon a Carthanan and see if it can provide any information.”

The Archmage frowned, “We can’t be sure that whatever it says will be the truth.”

“Well there is that, but I may have plan. That is if Drake is willing?”

“I am willing Sir, what do you need me to do?”

“I would like you to attend the summoning, I am hoping that your state may prove a surprise and that it will let something slip.”

Okay, I should not have been so quick to volunteer, still I bravely squeaked, “I will be there if needed.”

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The interview ended soon afterwards and the mages headed off to pursue their research. As they moved towards the door from which the Overmage had earlier join us, Julion and I walked back around the building to the waiting cabriolet. As Julion helped me step up and take a seat, he said, “Well that was definitely interesting.”

“Aye it was and I want to thank you Milord...”

“Julion.”

“...Julion for helping me and in particular for rescuing me from the College foyer earlier.”

“Oh it was nothing for a daring-doer such as I. Why if I don’t rescue a damsel before lunch I feel that my morning has been wasted.”

“It was though and I very much appreciate it.” I confirmed not wanting to be denied my thanks by his humour.

Bowing in acceptance, he said, “I am, was and will continue to be glad to help.”

“I only hope I can return the favour.”

“Excellent, I was looking for an accomplice, I mean an assistant in my master plan to seduce the Kingdom of Simolean Ambassador’s daughter. You can distract the guards while I climb up the wall of the embassy into her room.”

My only response was a brilliant impression of a fish out of water. Julion watching this let a worried frown come over his face before plaintively asking, “Are you saying, well actually not saying, that my plan is less than brilliant? It’s so simple it cannot fail. First there is the distraction, you should have no problem with that, I know you distract me quite easily. Then I climb up into Isoboe’s, that’s her name, beautiful isn’t it. I am almost sure it rhymes with some romanticky word. Wait, is romanticky a word? Well never mind, we must get back to our planning. I cannot believe how easily I was distracted, what did you do?”

“Umm...nothing?”

“I’m not sure I trust you, you must have done something. Hah! I know what it was, you were proving to me your skill at distraction, which must imply you have another problem with my plan. What was the plan again? Right you distract, me climb wall. So you must doubt my ability to climb the wall. That’s it, isn’t it?”

“Well...”

“No no, you needn’t worry. I am an expert climber. Why almost daily I climb both out and into bed, what other practice would I need?”

Having finally caught up to the fact that Julion was once more playing the jester, I played along, “It isn’t that I don’t have confidence in your climbing ability, it is more that I worry about your clothes.”

This time the confusion was on the other foot (or would it be other mind?) as he questioned, “My clothes?”

“Yes, your clothes. I would think that if you wanted to seduce this Isoboe, you would want to wear your best clothes?”

“Most definitely. In fact I have had the perfect duds tailored.”

“Well my concern would be with how dirty they would get in your climb.”

“That would be horrible.”

“Aye, most horrible.”

“You really should have thought about that before you proposed your plan and got me all excited.”

“My plan?” I asked, in mock outrage.

“Well I guess I shouldn’t lay blame, after all we are a team and teams work together. Like the Baron Davdiut and Milton Bornes.”

“Didn’t they live over a hundred years apart?”

“Did they? Then we will be like Elton Brawnlake and Dugliss Terinmor.”

“Julion, I believe Brawnlake killed Terinmore in a duel.”

“How about Captain Igor Wilsh and Lieutenant Sanmore Danels?”

“Wilsh was a pirate who was captured by Danels and was later hanged.”

“Well that just means we will have to be the first great team. Why a hundred years into the future I am sure another pair of adventurers will look back on us and hope to be as great a team as Julion Deglace and Dirk.”

“Drake.”

“What’s that?”

“My name is Drake, not Dirk.”

“Are you sure?”

“Quite sure.”

“Well have it your own way, Drake it will be. Though you must admit that Dirk has quite a flair to it, so knifish you know. Whereas Drake seems rather ducky, hey do you mind if I call you Ducky?”

“I would prefer not Milord.”

“Hah, well played. Drake it is. With your wit and my derring-do we cannot help but succeed. Hold on a moment, that reminds me of something. I now understand why we are struggling with our plan for me to seduce the lovely Isoboe. Didn’t we already rescue a damsel this morning?”

“Well it was more you Julion.”

“No no, remember we are partners. We share the blame and the success, besides you played a key role in the rescue if I remember correctly.”

“Well I guess that’s one way of looking at it.”

“That’s the spirit. So if we are to rescue a damsel a day before lunch and if we have already rescued said damsel, then it must be time for lunch?”

“Possibly.”

“Exactly Drake, it is good to see we are in agreement. What say we grab a bite to eat?”

“Aren’t we to visit the Militia?”

“Not until this afternoon, we have lots of time to get something to eat and then go see the inspector.”

“Then I guess we could, though I am not feeling that hungry.”

“It’s likely your dress, from what I can see and I’m not ashamed to admit I have been looking, there isn’t much room for food. But as a team we must each make sacrifices. For instance, you really must keep wearing that spectacular frock, while I will help you by eating anything you can’t finish.”

“That will work.” I answered, not even bothered by his comments about my appearance. He had a way of saying things that made me feel part, not the target, of his humour.

“Excellent and here we are.”

Having not been paying much attention to where we were going, I looked around. Like everywhere in the city it was not yet recognizable, though based on the number of people milling around the large basin of water in which there were a number of fountains, it appeared to be popular. “Excuse me Julion, where is here?”

“Why it is the Fountains of Joy. The street vendors here serve some of the best food and drink in the city. Plus it is a great place to see friends, catch up on the latest gossip, and if one is as fortunate as I am, to show off the pretty girl they are escorting.”

Hopping out of the cart, Julion waved to one of the boys loitering near-bye. After handing the boy a coin and offering more if the cart and horse were well looked after, Julion helped me down. The throng and the number of glances cast in my direction were enough that I willingly took his arm and the protection it offered. Soon we were moving towards what Julion described as his favourite vendor; however, our pace was slow as it seemed that everyone knew him and wanted to talk or find out who I was.

My curtsy skills were well exercised as I was introduced to quite a few people and my breasts were introduced to many more. It was during one of the latter, that a fellow who seemed to exude a dislike for Julion snarkily commented, “So Julion, can I assume that the new tart on your arm means that Isoboe has finally come to her senses and cast you aside?”

From there the conversation moved into a verbal duel between Julion and the man, where, even considering my bias, Julion totally slicing and skewering his adversary. Not only did Julion defend my honour, but he also cast aspersions upon his opponent’s. He then accused him of being an ugly troll who could not even dream of attaining a wondrous angel such as Isoboe or I. After that things really went downhill, until the man stomped away trying to ignore the laughter of the crowd, who had gathered to enjoy the spectacle.

While Julion savoured his victory and the congratulations of his friends who had been watching, I bemusedly reflected on the strangeness of being called both a tart and an angel. I found it hilarious and so it was with a smile that I asked Julion, “So partner, is there something you have not told me about the target of our plan?”

Quick as he was, Julion still looked at me with confusion for a moment before catching on and unapologetically saying, “Well actually Isoboe is my betrothed. However, the Ambassador is rather old fashioned in his beliefs and I am not sure that I can wait.”

“Aren’t you afraid that slug will run off spreading rumours about seeing me with you?”

Batting his eyes at me outrageously, he squeaked, “La sir, my sister said my honour was safe with you, did she lie?”

Laughing I told him, “No you are completely safe with me. But...”

“Don’t worry about it Ducky...”

“Drake!”

“Don’t worry about it Drake, Isoboe is fully aware that I have been tasked to escort your loveliness around, though if her friends were as fully aware of that loveliness, they would have told her to grant approval with a chastity belt. You see, Isoboe’s friends think I am a bit of a scoundrel?”

“You?”

“I know, it is hard to believe. Happily Isoboe is aware that I am pure of heart and trusts me, besides which she thought that it would be a good idea for me to have a new ear to bend. You don’t think I talk to much, do you?”

“No not at all.”

“Ahh that is good, you really must convince Isoboe of that when you meet her. I know that no matter how much time I spend telling her I don’t talk too much, she never believes me. Ah-hah, we are here. Two please.”

It was quite the challenge to keep up with Julion’s thoughts, fun though. This time it hardly took a moment to realize that he was now talking to a vendor. Looking around I guessed that he sold chunks of course grained bread on which sauced, sliced beef and pork was piled. It was a concoction that looked delicious yet terrifyingly difficult to eat while keeping the front of my dress clean. Fortunately the vendor looking in my direction, asked, “Would the lady like a platter?”

Seeing my nod, Julion said, “You might as well give me one as well Gavron, I don’t want to show up at my afternoon meeting with a juicy spot on my tunic.”

With Julion leading the way and holding the two platters above the throng, I was able to follow in his wake as he forced a path to the marble wall of the basin. Taking a seat we began to eat our meal and watch the people about us, most of whom did not have the time to sit at the fountain to enjoy their meal. I quickly learned that both Julion and I were correct concerning our earlier discussion about lunch; he in how tasty was the food, me in how little of it I could eat, and he once more when he finished off my left-overs. Our meal complete Julion offered the platters and Gavron’s name to another of the many children about the fountain.

Seeing my questioning look, he explained, “She will return them to Gavron and get back the small deposit I paid for them. It’s the traditional way for children to make their first coin, I spent many a day out of my Nanny’s hair in the pursuit of such gains. I think it was what makes me love the place. By the by, would you like some cider to chase down your meal?”

I weighed the benefit of a drink against the cost of standing up from my comfortable perch in the warm sun. The latter won. “Actually I would like to just sit here for the moment, it is so very nice.”

“Well why don’t you keep our spot while I go get some for both of us?”

“That would be nice”

“Excellent, I will be right back.”

With those words he stood and strode back into the crowds, faster than he could walk with me by his side. Only as his head disappeared from my sight did it strike me how strange it was to have someone of Julion’s stature doing the fetching while I lounged by the fountain. It was not that I was bothered by his buying, as an apprentice I was used to living off the purse of my patron, even if it was usually earned by labour on my part. And I was hard pressed to convince myself that sitting here glorying in the sun could be considered labour. Only when I remembered Julion’s comments about team sacrifices was I able to manufacture an excuse for my laziness, if my role in this partnership was to wear the pretty frock then he could do the legwork.

Having settled that in my mind, I sat back to enjoy myself and watch the people mill about, while in turn ignoring the looks cast in my direction. It was from this reverie that I was distracted by a surprised sounding, “Drake?”

Turning towards the voice I was shocked to see Clara, but not the normal Clara. Instead of her usual utilitarian garb she was wearing a dress, one almost as daring as mine. My guess, as I rose to my feet to greet her, was that the dress and makeup were for the benefit of the young man who provided her escort. Yet I barely noticed him as happy as I was to see her, even though we had never been close. Still there was happiness in my voice as I exclaimed, “Clara, how very good to see you.”

“And what a surprise to see you here Drake, sunning yourself like a princess.”

Now after my time with Julion I had guessed my blush ability had shut down, but the sudden warmth in my cheeks proved this not to be the case. However, instead of answering I glanced at the man and then questioningly towards Clara.

“Ah yes introductions. Padrick, may I introduce you to Drake of Elladoo Post, she is Hiram’s apprentice of whom I have told you. And Drake, please meet Padrick Tarringbone, my very good friend.”

Curtsying, I said, “Good to meet you sir.”

He in turn, bowed and offered, “And you Drake.”

With these introductions out of the way Clara asked, “And what are you up to, surely they haven’t let you wander off on you own?”

“Oh no, Julion, I mean Lord Deglace is chaperoning me. Although at the moment he has gone off to get us some cider.”

“What a splendid idea. Padrick won’t you be a dear and get us some, meanwhile I will keep Drake company on her perch.”

Taking his dismissal with good grace, he wandered off while the two of us took a seat on the wall. As the junior I said nothing, waiting for Clara to speak first, not that she made me wait long.

“I spoke to Esselde yesterday and she told me of your tribulations in Corels, let me tell you how pleased I am to offer you my congratulations on your victory. Yet still I was surprised to see you here, apparently without a care in the world.”

“No I still have more than my fair share of problems, it is just that on this nice day and in this enjoyable spot I was allowing myself to ignore them for a time.”

“Then my apologies for forcing them once more upon you.”

“There is no need for apologies, for even if I ignore them it does not make them go away.”

Catching something from my tone she asked, “Esselde mentioned that you were to see Hiram’s cousin at the College today, how did it go?”

Suddenly I had the need to share my unspoken fear. It was a burden that I had been unwilling to place upon my closest friends, but it needed to be spoken, or it would continue to fester within my mind. Clara seemed like the perfect target, close enough to know the truth, yet not someone who would feel it was their duty to make my concerns smaller. “All the experts are confused by me. I really don’t think they know how to change me back to myself.”

“But why would you want them to change you back?”

The question took me aback, of all the responses to my fears this was not one for which I had prepared. My only answer was silence, which allowed Clara to continue, “Actually I am sure I could provide many of the reasons. Because you think it is your duty or it is expected or because it is natural. Maybe you are afraid of being a girl, not sure how to act, worried where it may lead and worried that people will think less of you. That is probably your biggest worry, what will people think if you don’t return to being a boy.

“But Drake, in my view all those reasons are complete balderdash. Look at you, sitting here beautiful and poised, waiting upon a scion of the Deglace to play fetch for you. You have survived trials that would break many, including most of those whose judgment you fear. You are someone who seems to me to be more than you were a short while ago. For despite your learnings in magic, I never saw you as having potential greater than Durk. Competent and responsible, but doomed to stay a journeyman forever, always carrying out the orders of another. Now I look at you and your potential seems to have blossomed.”

“Would that not still be true if I was returned to myself?”

“Mayhap, but it may be that you will lose some of the you of now in returning to the your of the past. Plus, though I am somewhat ashamed to admit it, your current appearance will be better at opening doors. I know mine has provided significant help to me.”

“Yes Clara, you have done a good job at describing most of my fears and you may be correct in your dismissal of them. Still you left out the most important reason, my possession.”

“Ahh yes there is that. So are you saying that you are more bothered by the possession than your change of sex?”

“Completely. There is much about being a girl that is enjoyable. Particularly the way people have been treating me, I really like how nice everybody is to me, I always felt ignored before. And I feel like a mule that has turned into a race horse. So I likely could continue quite happily as I am, but I’m not sure I can continue to share a body with Sandrelessa.”

“I can understand that, but does not the jewelry you now wear keep the demon under control?”

“Only through the threat of harm to me if she takes control.”

“Oh, I did not know that. No wonder you want to end the possession. I wish there was more I could do to help.”

“Actually there is, if I could ask a favour?”

“If it is in my power,” Clara slowly replied, leery of where offer would lead.

“I know you have been tasked with many chores by Master Elladoo for the new post. I would ask that you allow me to assist you when I am able, for this possession has completely halted my apprenticeship. And despite what I look like in the future, I know who I want to be. I want to be a merchant.”

“Gladly Drake, I would be happy to have your assistance. But not today, today I am on a break and believe that we should focus on enjoying this fine day.”

So we did, quietly enjoying each others company until Julion returned in the presence of Padrick, whom was one of his numerous friends. Julion was even willing to let Padrick talk mostly of himself. I learned that he would serve Elladoo Post as bounty collector for the heads of the bandits who had died while attacking us. He would ride, along with a troop of guards, from city to city and kingdom to kingdom collecting published bounties and was excited by the number of bounties we added to those already on his plate. It even gave him the incentive to visit some smaller towns, places usually not worth visiting.

Now he would not be carrying the actual heads of the outlaws. That would be rather disgusting. No the heads just needed to get to the nearest Priest of Aredente, who would use them to create death chits. In the case of our bandits, Clara had transported the pickled heads to North Fort where their Priest had spent a couple of busy nights creating the chits, which were accepted as proof of death by any place worth visiting. Padrick’s expert opinion, based on the quantity of chits from the Post and the high value they were returning in Glanlies itself, was that when we received our pay out upon his return that everybody, especially I, would be very happy with the results.

I was thrilled to hear this prediction, it would provide a nest egg to serve me in good stead once I became a journeyman. It also seemed that Padrick’s travels were fascinating, seeming like a fabulous way to see the mainland. However, before I could determine how one joined Padrick’s troop, Julion decided that it was time to proceed to the Militia Headquarters.

Offering farewells, we passed our cups off to another waiting child and left the two of them sitting by the fountain. Out of earshot, Julion told me, “Asolde knows that the two of them are meant to be together, but both want to be in charge and if they spend too much time together they end up at each other’s throats. Still I believe they have learned to enjoy togetherness in short spurts.”

Musing on this, we had a quieter ride to the Militia Headquarters. I found it did mirror the College, which did cause me to feel a little nervous as we climbed the steps to the front door; however, those nerves were for naught as the inhabitants were normal militia members, none glowing with power. One of them, a corporal, lead us up to the third floor where we were introduced to a Captain Finnegal, who immediately tried to put me at ease.

“Thank you very much for coming to see me Damsel. Let me first apologize for the behavior of my colleagues in Corels, idiotic to charge you when your disposal of that worm should bring you honours.”

“Thank you Captain, though I didn’t do it for the honours. In truth I was not even in control.”

“You are too humble; however, we are not here to debate your fine qualities. No it is to discuss the poor qualities of one who would keep company with scum like Darrel. So if you will forgive me for delving into what I am sure is a distasteful memory, I would ask some questions about what you overheard while he held you captive.”

“Very well Captain.”

“Excellent. Please start by telling me of the conversation you heard?”

While recounting the words of Darrel and Gunther, I was surprised how much I had forgotten and found the Captain’s follow up questions helpful to jog my memory. “So Damsel, you never heard them give a name of their contact here in Glanlies?”

“No, they always referred to him as the contact. And please call me Drake.”

“Very well, Drake it is. So their contact is a man?”

“I’m not sure. No, no it is definitely a man, I can distinctly remember Darrel using the words him and his.”

“Did they only have a single contact?”

“That I cannot confirm, though it was my impression.”

“And this contact worked for the Commission?”

“I think so Captain. They knew all about the shipment from Hanglish Mines and talked of the Commission being too confident in our communication system. So I assume it is one of the mages who anchors the spell for the Commission.”

“It is too bad that Master Elladoo could not remember who it was he talked to.”

“It doesn’t really work like that Captain, at least not for me. When I use the spell, it does give me a sense of who is at the other end, nor do I hear their voice. Instead what they say uses my own inner voice, similar to hearing my own thoughts.”

“Very interesting.”

“But Captain, why are you making it so difficult? Can’t you just check those mages who were on duty on the day that Master Elladoo requested help?”

“We have. But each has passed tests before a Deacon of Jiringel for any of Darrel’s raids.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know. It is why I had hoped you could shed more light on who it may be.” Captain Finnegal admitted.

“Wait a moment. Maybe I am jumping to conclusions about the contact being within the Commission,” I mused. “Many people would be familiar with the schedule of shipments from Hanglish Mines. And now that I think about it I can remember Darrel words being his ‘contact in Glanlies intercepted Elladoo's call for help.’ He didn’t say his contact in the Commission. Maybe it was some mage not working for the commission who intercepted the Master’s call?”

“Is that possible?”

“I really don’t know, you would have to ask somebody at the College.”

“Oh I most definitely will. Though my task just became a whole lot more difficult.”

“Sorry.”

“’Tis not your fault Drake. But let us not borrow trouble yet, instead I wonder if you heard Darrel or his lieutenant mention the name Stingra Vold?”

“No Captain.”

Julion who had been sitting as a silent audience until this point interjected, “Stingra Vold? Why does that curious name seem familiar?”

“It was about three years ago Lord Deglace. There was a rather nasty smuggling ring discovered, which included a number of members from the College, Stingra Vold was one of those. You likely remember the wanted posters after he escaped. Well no need for the posters anymore, Stingra was one of the bandits who died at Elladoo Post. It is my guess that he continued to be in communication with whoever we are looking for here. My guess is that Darrel was connected to the smuggling ring and that we missed at least one of their gang in our sweep.”

That answered one thing that had always perplexed me about my dealings with Darrel, “Then this Stingra must have been the one who summoned Sandrelessa and brought her into Darrel’s fold.”

“I would find that surprising Drake. Stingra was only an apprentice, I would think that would be beyond his power.”

“Another question for you to ask at the College, Captain Finnegal.” I offered.

“Yes I do believe you are right. I suppose it will be necessary to move in a different direction to solve this mystery,” he said before pausing to consider if he had anything else to ask, “Well that is all for now. I thank you for your time Drake, though may I call on you if any additional questions arise?”

“Gladly Captain, this is an extremely serious matter for those of us who live on the frontier.”

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From the Militia Headquarters we returned to the Deglace mansion where I was greeted by Sophie who frantically said, “Oh where have you been? You are expected to sup with the Lord and Lady tonight and there is so much to do to get you ready. Hurry, hurry.”

With that she whisked me away from Julion, dragging me towards my room. So great was her rush, she did not even wait until we were inside before she started undoing the stays of my bodice. And soon after the door closed I was defrocked, unshod and beginning to wash up while she hung up my dress. Finished and thinking my pace too slow, she took another cloth and began to assist me in my task, something that I quite enjoyed. Even though it did turn me into clay even easier for her to work.

Wrapping a belt around my waist, she had me pull on silken stockings, dyed a pure white, up my legs to be fastened to the belt. She then had me put on the shoes from Master Lestage, before helping me to step into the dress that I had not yet worn. One definitely fit for meeting the Lord and Lady of the Deglace, as had been Mary’s request. The dress that Sophie helped me into was a concoction in white, unfit to be worn out of doors. In style it was not significantly different than the blue dress, though the only colour it had were embroidered blue flowers on the bodice. Nor did it have sleeves, instead on the off the shoulder straps were attached a small, number of hand made, blue, cloth flowers.

Dressed, Sophie had me take a seat before covering my dress with a sheet and going to work with her days’ purchases. She took my pony tail and tied it into an intricate knot at the nape of my neck that she held in place with two polished wooden sticks. Then began the painting, involving more makeup than Mary had used before my Chaining. Yet the result in the mirror was less noticeable, highlighting my features but not overwhelming them. It was very difficult not to like what I saw.

Deeming me presentable, Sophie began to tidy up while I continued to look into the mirror, not trying to see who I used to be, instead trying to learn who I had become. Soon after realizing that I was more and more willing to accept the woman in the mirror Mistress Elladoo arrived at my door and dispelled any concerns that I was over dressed. I had never seen her look so beautiful as she did in a draping gown of red velvet and with her glossy black hair, both offset by jewelry of gold and rubies. Gasping at the sight of her, I exclaimed, “Milady you look wonderful. If only Master Elladoo was here to see you.”

Laughing happily at my words and expression she said, “Poor Hiram would be stunned speechless is what would happen. I love him dearly, but he is uncomfortable in Glanlies’ social setting, better for Hiram to be where he is and for the two of us to represent him and the North. And I do believe we are set to do both proud, for you look quite spectacular Dra'e.”

“Thank you Milady. However, it was all Sophie, I just sat here.”

“Well done Sophie.”

“It was easy Milady, the damsel is quite beautiful and very easy to work with.”

“Well then let us just say that your partnership has been successful. But enough of praising each other, let us join the others so that they can do it for us.” Mistress Elladoo laughed as she led me out of the room?

“The others? Do you mean your parents Milady?”

“Amongst others, my parents have a weekly gathering of all those who live or guest on the estate. However, as it is spring our population will be lower than during winter. So I would doubt there will even be twenty people there tonight?”

“Oh no, I’m not ready for that.”

“Of course you are Dra'e, really all that will be expected of you is to stand around, looking pretty and smiling. There will be others, like my brother, to fill any conversation gaps. Actually this is the perfect way for you to meet my parents.”

“It is?”

“Yes, in a face to face meeting they would focus their full attention upon you, which even I find uncomfortable. While at supper they will be distracted.”

Her comment suddenly reminded me of her conflict with her mother, “Milady, is your mother still mad at me?”

“Mad at you? Whatever for, she hasn’t even met you?”

“Well Julion, I mean Lord Julion said that the two of you had a fight about what happened at Corels.”

“I think my brother needs to work at not saying whatever springs into his head. But no, don’t worry, she was mad at me, if she was mad at anyone.”

“Oh, I am sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be, it is just the way that Mother and I are. I was ever her favourite and she had great plans for me, but she had not foreseen a Hiram Elladoo entering into her and her princess’ life. She has never forgiven him, for taking me North, nor me for going. Because of that, we are guaranteed to have at least one row whenever I visit. This time we just had it early. Now don’t worry, enjoy yourself.”

I did, everybody either made me welcome or ignored me, both of which were acceptable. Lord Deglace showed the most interest in Julion’s description of my ability to recognize mages, seeing it as useful skill for certain negotiations. So when last I saw him, he was compiling a listing of those whose bargaining techniques he questioned and who he was considering having me meet. Meanwhile the Lady Deglace was most interested in my appearance, musing on an fantastic outfit that sprung to mind for me to wear to the Winter Festival. During both conversations I had taken the mistress’ advice and maintained a respectful, smiling silence. Afterwards, Julion let me know that I had done quite well in my command performance before his parents. Not so smooth was my meeting with Angelise, the wife of Torsen the Great Uncle and family black-sheep, who was away on one of his frequent trips. She was an artist of note from the Kingdom, whom Torsen had brought home to Glanlies a couple years before, but though she had rooms at the Deglace estate, it appeared she had found opener arms of welcome amongst the city’s art community than with her hosts. Not that this information meant anything to me, for she was beautiful and when she told me in her charming accent that she wanted to paint me, I was left rather speechless.

Poor Sophie, my fickle nature had only allowed her to be the queen of my dreams for a single day. Not even a repeat of the prior night’s bed preparation could return her to that place of prominence.

A suspicious mind would think that Sophie guessed this and that is why she did not take the same care in dressing me the next morning. Nothing fancy, instead I showed up for breakfast wearing clothes that had come from the post, right down to my old boots. However, the suspicious mind would need to ignore the fact that I was meeting Clara, to assist her and that my outfit was well suited for the day. Finding nobody at the breakfast table, my meal went quickly and I was soon ready to head off. Well, if you call not knowing where to meet Clara, nor how to get there if I did, ready to start.

This was solved when Jimi and Stork showed up with the necessary knowledge, telling me that we were to meet Clara at her family residence, Holnd House. Outside, I started out on a bad foot with my two supposed friends when I asked them how we were going to get to Clara’s.

Sarcastically Stork replied, “Why we walk. Were you expecting a carriage Princess?”

Well yes, that is what I was expecting after my travels with Julion; however, I could not tell Stork this, instead I said, “Oh no Guardsman, I look forward to traveling like the little people.”

Accepting my response with a wink, Stork said, “Then if the Princess will follow me, we will get on our way.”

So we did. And yes, Stork continued to call me Princess. He even got Jimi in on the act, though they only called me that when we were alone. When we were amongst others, they stayed silent and hovered protectively over me.

Our path took us through the centre of Heart Park and out the other side of Temple Square, between the Shrine of Asolde and the Cathedral of Furigal. We then turned right to find Holnd House, which though not of the inner ring, was just across the street from the inner ring. Both they and the Elladoos were considered, by the Commission, to be families whose importance was second only to the Inner Ring families. You could say the Holnds and the Elladoos were members of the Peninsula’s gentry, while the Deglaces were of it’s nobility.

At Holnd House we were led to a large room where Clara was found directing the work of a number of clerks and factors. Three of whom she stopped to converse with before reaching us at the door, “Thank you for coming Drake, as you can see I can use all the help I can get. Luckily the family has decided to partner with the Elladoo’s in financing the new post, so I was able to commandeer help. Not that I can not use more assistance, if you are willing?”

“Gladly Ma'am,” I answered, recognizing that today she was the journeyman and I was the apprentice.

“Excellent, though I hope you have on your walking boots as I would ask that you serve as my feet today?”

“Yes Ma'am, I have on my Post boots. They have many a league left in them.”

“Okay, talk to Olaf, the fellow in that ghastly yellow tunic by the door, he has a list for you. Meanwhile, Stork and Jimi should be able to lead you everywhere that is listed.”

Following her directions I soon learned that Olaf likely wore the tunic to keep people away, much like thorns of a rose bush, though I am not sure any part of him was the flower. Still he begrudgingly went through the list of tasks, explaining each. He then handed me a pouch of coins and we were off on our first task. This took us to Printer’s Way, which is the home of the Greater Asthelhorne House of Publishing, where we found a shop named Nelson’s Scribery. Smelling of ink and parchment, the clacking of printing presses made it difficult to communicate with Nelson, though he finally caught on that I was there to pick up a number of placards commissioned by Clara Holnd.

After ensuring their correctness, I paid and we headed out into the silence and fresh air. Our next destination was familiar one, though I was not yet able to find the Militia Headquarters on my own. There we talked to the first of many officials who granted us permission to post our placards on their notice boards. The placard advertised the third part of the load brought from the North by Clara. Not the furs, which had been turned over to Elladoo factors to sell. Nor the crap pans, which Clara had sold,at a small loss, in North Fort. No the third part was the one that interested me the most, seeing as how it included the the weapons, armour and goods that we had found in Darrel’s camp. Clara planned sell these at the South Market during the Turinday Open Market, two days hence, to sell as much as possible, before consigning the rest to the local shop owners. But anything consigned would result in lower profits. Therefore, we hoped to sell everything. In order to increase our chances, Clara had placards, I was to post, printed. They listed of the more interesting items, such as; weapons, armour, swords and jewelry. However, to make our goods more interesting, the placards stated in large lettering, Notorious Criminal Darrel the Roamer’s Goods for Sale, at the top. It showed that she subscribed to the words of Chetser Kinningdon in the 8th Annals, “An item with a story is worth more than one without.”

The next two stops, at the Guildhouse of the Steel Brotherhood and the North Militia Grounds, were to post more copies of the placard that went up at the Militia Headquarters. The locations pointed to the second part of Clara’s strategy, the belief that fighting men were the most likely purchasers of the items. Which was in line with the second part of Chetser’s advice, “Yet even a story provides no value for one without a need.”

Being close to North Gate, our next task had us leave the city and walk out to check the camp of the Post’s men who had been part of Clara’s wagon train. Since the camp was run by Corporal Deagel and Senior Wagoneer Thomsa, both old hands at the job, everything was running smoothly. There was nothing a beginner such as I could add, but I realized that the very act of my checking up on them, granted me a level of authority that I had never held. This show of Clara’s confidence provided a boost to my confidence, so much so that I was not bothered to be called Miss Drake by the two men.

Grabbing a quick bite to eat, I confirmed the plan for Turinday, after which Stork took the opportunity to regale everybody with tales of his ride from Corels to Glanlies. This led to his description of what happened to me, which easily could have laster longer if the corporal had not growled, “Shut it Lapdog, it’s not for you to be spreading Miss Drake’s life story about.”

I was grateful for his intervention, as I was sick of the story. It was also funny to hear him call Stork, Lapdog, which was the derogatory name the Post’s guardsmen used for personal guards. After putting up, all morning, with taunts of Princess, it was hard to feel any sympathy for him. However, I had to bring the entertainment to an early end, so we could continue on with our tasks. After all, the princess and her lapdogs still had much to do before day’s end.

Our next goal was the Commission Headquarters, where we took the second set of placards. These were adverts listing the skills we sought to hire for the construction of the new post. Yet before we posted them at various guilds, we needed to stop at the headquarters to have them stamped with the Commission designation. This designation, which had been negotiated by the Elladoos and Holnds, confirmed that the Post’s construction was Commission approved. That approval meant that work at the post would count as Commission duty labour, similar to the auditing I mentioned performing earlier in this tale. The families hoped this, combined with higher than normal wage, would tempt some good people out of the city.

The stamping complete, we made our way to the Builder’s Guild where we were quizzed on what we knew about the Post by a couple of the guild’s officers. Only when I was able to convince them that they needed to talk to Master Efram Elladoo at the Elladoo Office were we able to post our placard. From there, it was on to the Wagoneer's Guild to register our need for wagons and their drivers, while the Post’s own would continue their regular duties. Similarly our guards would be needed for their normal duties and so we visited the Guard Society, to post an offer of hire.

The Guard Society also received two market placards. One was the same as we had posted elsewhere. While the second, recognizing that most of their members served with wagon trains, listed the more mundane items from the bandit camp, items needed a traveling armsman. However, the best part about the Guard Society was that its hall was right next to the Wagoneer's Guild. After the all our walking, this proved a welcome relief, though I must brag that the Princess was doing better than the lapdogs, who were taking every opportunity to find a seat.

Although ready to drag ourselves back to the Deglace Estate, we still had a two tasks to perform. The first was easy, as it was a duplicate of the stop at the North Militia Grounds, this time at the Southern grounds. We then walked over to the the South Market Grounds to confirm our spot for the Turinday.

I am not sure if was my age or my sex or just not being local, but the market keeper decided he could take advantage of me. Whatever it was, he tried to shake me down for more coin than had been paid, by a Holnd factor, when reserving our market spot. Maybe on another day he would have had more luck, but by that time I was dusty, tired and my feet were sore. If he expected me to give in or cry, he was mistaken. Instead I coldly asked, “Are you saying that you have rented out the spot that we have paid for?”

“Yes, someone must have made a mistake, the spot is reserved for one of our regular stall holders. You must admit that it would be unfair to a regular if he lost his spot? But don’t worry, I am sure we will be able to fit you in somewhere else.”

I knew he was full of crap, but was not sure how to prove it without involving Clara or her factor. And having to run for support struck me as a failure. Then remembering that not all support is equal, called out, “Stork and Jimi, could you come inside?”

Seeing the two men enter, the market keeper protested, “I do not take kindly to threats. I will summon the guards.”

Ignoring him I said, “Stork this man is no longer willing to provide the stall space for which we have paid. To me, this does not seem right, but there may be different customs here in Glanlies. So I am thinking it would be a good idea to get another opinion. Could you run over to the Militia Grounds to find someone to come and provide legal advice?”

“Yes Miss, right away.”

“Wait that is not necessary. As I said, we can work something out.” the keeper protested, which caused Stork to stop at the door and look in my direction.

“Well I understand your position Sir. Yet I worry that not knowing the lay of your market, I will make a bad choice and get in trouble. No I really think it is better for me to talk to someone to see what options I have. Don’t you agree?”

“Actually, Dreger is getting more and more lax about booking his spot for the weekly markets. He expects us to hold it until he has determined whether he will use it or not, meanwhile we have to hold off on booking the spot. My partner must have decided that it was time to teach old Dregs a lesson when he rented the spot to your people. I guess he had a good idea, so don’t worry about it, I will make sure your spot is available for you?”

“You won’t get in trouble?”

“No don’t worry about it, I can handle it.”

Some of you may wonder why I did not carry through with my threat to call the Militia on the man, as it was likely a regular practice for him to try his tricks. The biggest reason was that I was tired and wanted to get back to my rooms and maybe find the baths that Mistress Elladoo had described in such detail, but which I had not yet enjoyed. Okay maybe that is a selfish reason, ignoring the common good while seeking personal comfort. Still you have to admit that the attempted shake down was rather weak, and if anybody fell for it, then it was their own damn fault. It is not my job to protect people from themselves.

So content in my victory, we began our final march for the day, back to the Deglace Estate. The lateness of the day meant most people on the street were heading home for the night. A number that shrunk as we reached the inner ring. Worn down as the three of us appeared, it would not have been a surprise to be stopped by the guards who roamed the ring’s streets, but Jimi and Stork’s tunics served to grant us passage. Though we were carefully watched until we were allowed to pass through into the Deglace Estate.

Before reaching the front door the two men headed towards the guards quarters, with a final “Night Princess” from Stork.

Myself, I dragged my way towards the door wondering if I needed to knock or if my guest status allowed me entry. Neither proved necessary when a doorman, who must have been watching my approach, opened the door for me. When I smiled my thanks, he bowed his head and said, “Welcome home Damsel.”

“Thank you.”

“If you will Damsel, the young Master has left wishes for you to attend him upon your return.”

Recognized the order behind the polite statement, I surmised my rest would be delayed. “Of course, where may I find Lord Julion?”

In answer he rang a small bell, summoning a maid to whom he said, “Jesca, please take the damsel to see Master Julion, he can be found in the Blue Room.”

Curtsying in acknowledgment, Jesca turned to me, “Please follow me Damsel.”

Keeping a tired sigh to myself as she headed in the opposite direction of my room, I followed. It was a short distance before she ushered me into room holding Julion who comfortably sat in a chair, with his feet upon a table, reading a book. Looking up at our entrance he languidly waved and asked, “My word Drake, what have you been up to today? You look positively tuckered out.”

“Clara had me serve as her legs today, and her legs walked all over town.”

“Ahh, then take a seat.” As I did so, he turned to my escort to say, “Jesca, could you please find Sophie and let her know that Drake has need of her assistance?”

“Yes Milord.”

“Thank you, Jesca. As for you Drake, why didn’t you take a cart?”

“I did not know what I would be doing when we left in the morning.” I answered deciding not to get Stork into trouble, though I began planning a proper vengeance. Maybe I would make him walk all over the city.

“And I would guess that you did not know one would be available to you. But Drake you are a guest of the household, feel free to ask for such assistance.”

“Thank you Julion, it did give me a good chance to see the city, but in the future a ride would be appreciated.”

“Excellent, but that was not why I left word for you to see me on your return. No it is due to a note we have received from the Archmage Sharlese. She sent word that her and the Overmage have finished their research and found no other cases of possession by a Carthanan demon.”

“Already?” I asked, dreading what I expected to hear next.

“I think your condition excites their scholarly instincts. Therefore, the have decided to proceed with Tison’s plan to summon a demon.”

“When would she like to do the summoning Julion?”

“Well she proposed tonight.”

“Tonight!”

“Aye, ‘tis further proof of their curiosity. Tison will conduct the summoning and he would like to use his work room at the College; therefore, after your reaction the last time, they felt that during the evening, when most of their members are at home, would be the best time for you to visit. And apparently they see no reason to wait.”

The thought of participating in this summoning scary. Despite the numerous times I had observed Master Elladoo, only one had involved a Carthanan and we all know the result of that. Still that had been unexpected, all the other times everything had gone as the Master had planned, he had been in complete control. It seemed reasonable that someone of Overmage Tison’s power, who specialized in the Carthanan, would treat this summons as the Master had treated those with Imps. Yet I was still afraid.

The problem was that when you are fifteen years old, you think being afraid is a bad thing. That it will mark you as weak, that the dandy older fellow, will look down upon you if you show it. Such is what flashed through my mind when I realized my fear, thus there was only one response, “No, I suppose there is no reason to wait. I admit to having looked forward to rest after my day, but if they are willing to work late to solve my problem, it only seems proper for me to put in the same hours.”

“If you are tired, I am sure we can put it off until tomorrow night.”

“Tonight will be fine, as long I can get that ride you previously offered?”

Smiling he replied, “Definitely, I will come along and there is no way I am walking.”

“Okay, I am ready to head out when you are.”

“Oh don’t worry Drake, there is no rush. It is a full three turns before you are expected, which should give the College time to empty out. Go grab a bit of rest, a bite to eat, and maybe change into a new frock.”

“What’s wrong with what I am wearing?” I retorted, before all that was wrong blossomed in my mind.

“Hah! For the first time I truly believe your story. That is the most boyish thing you have said or done. Do you really think what you are wearing is acceptable?”

“I guess not,” I grumpily admitted. “I know Mary would be horrified by me wearing it for anything other than work.”

“So would my sister, mother and Sophie. But if you wore it to the College I am sure they would blame it all on me for rushing you.”

“Well a good partner would be willing to take the blame.”

Laughing at my attempt at humour, Julion stated, “So now you want to be my partner, when you can get something out of me. But where were you this afternoon while I was below Isoboe’s window waiting patiently for you to come distract the guards?”

“I was tramping all over your city.”

“So you say, but I am not sure if I believe you.”

“Besides I thought we had decided that the climbing plan wouldn’t work?”

“Well we had, but my partner wasn’t around to help me come up with a new plan.”

“Maybe we can do so tomorrow, but for now I guess I should go to my room and change.”

“You may as well sit for awhile longer, at least until Sophie comes to collect you. Meanwhile, tell me what Clara had you up to today, while she kept you away from my side?”

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A couple turns of the glass later I met Julion at the front door. During our separation Sophie had repaired my appearance and had me, after serious thought, change into the grey dress However, do not ask me to try to explain her reasoning, for all I know, she felt the dress was fine enough not to embarrass her, yet plain enough that it would not be a tragedy if the demon broke lose and ruined it (along with me).

Looking me over, Julion asked, “Drake, where’s your cloak?”

“Umm...I don’t have one, but it will be okay.”

“Nonsense, besides I would look the complete cad if I had one while you do not. Johnson, could you find a cloak for Miss Drake?” he asked the same doorman from earlier.

“Right away Milord,” the man answered, moving over to a closet to return a moment later with a blue woolen cloak, which he draped over my shoulders.

Murmuring my thanks I fastened the clasp of the cloak at my throat, before saying to Julion, “Well I suppose I am ready now.”

The cloak was not needed yet, when we moved out into the dusk, but the promise of coolness in the approaching night air had me guessing I would appreciate its warmth during our return. Apparently one that Julion and I would not be making alone, for there were four guardsmen on horses attending the cabriolet. Questioning Julion as to the danger of travel at night in Glanlies, led to a dismissal of any peril. However, Colonel Eldrick, who commanded the family’s guards, often assigned guardsmen to family members leaving the estate during the evening and that it was easier not to fight it.

With empty streets, we made good time and soon arrived at the College of Mages, where Julion had one of the guards enter to find either the Archmage or the Overmage. Instead he returned with a pretty apprentice whose glow was faint and who requested for us to follow her around back, to use the door we had seen the mages using on our prior visit. Inside the building, we did not see anybody else before arriving at Archmage Sharlese’s study.

The Archmage welcomed us. “Thank you for coming Master Deglace and Drake. I wish your visit allowed me to offer some positive news, but you have presented us a pretty puzzle, a puzzle that we are no closer to solving.”

“Then you could find no other Carthanan possessions?” I asked.

“Not in the literature that we have at our disposal.”

“Is there another library that may have more information? Possibly on the mainland.”

“It is possible, but it will take time for us to send messengers and to wait for their response.”

“Can’t you just...you know...” Julion asked, waving his hands in what he likely thought was a magical fashion.

Smiling at this, the Archmage answered, “Would that we could, but few are the places who have such an enlightened view of our arts as does the Peninsula. Most rulers see our brethren as threats, who need to be monitored and controlled. One area of tight controlled is their ability to Talk at a Distance, for it is an excellent tool for plotting treason. No, any requests for information will have to be made in the more mundane fashion, but that takes time and is expensive.”

“The cost can be managed.” Julion stated. “However, the time may be a greater concern to Drake.”

“Aye, it is.” I admitted. “I worry that I am losing myself. Or in truth, maybe my worry is that it is seeming to matter less and less that I am losing myself.”

Both were silent at my admission, before the Archmage said, “All I can recommend, is to hold tight to your friends, while they hold tight to you and do not allow you to drift away from who you are.”

“I am Ma'am, my friends have been a great comfort. But what of Overmage Tison’s plan, may that not provide the information we need?”

“It may, but I would not put great faith in a Carthanan if I were you. Still I do not believe it would hurt to find out what it has to say, if you are willing? It is your decision”

“Aye Ma'am, I am.”

“Very well. Cerise is waiting for you outside, she will take you to Tison.”

“Will you not be there?”

“No, if I attend the Carthanan will not know if it should talk to Tison or myself.”

“Okay, wish me luck.”

“You have it.” she offered with a smile of encouragement.

Cerise, the apprentice who had been our earlier guide, led me downstairs while explaining that those mages who specialized in demons had their workrooms in the basement. The descent reminded me enough of the Hole in Corels that my discomfort increased. Yet remembering Master Elladoo’s windowless workshop, I forced myself to speculate that the basement workrooms served the same purpose.

“Aye it is what we are taught.” Cerise answered. “It is best to to show demons the outside world, which would allow them to increase their link to our reality.”

It made sense, though it did not provide me with much comfort, as I could have done with a better link with reality, myself. Thus I was pleased to find Overmage Tison’s workroom not nearly as stark as Master Elladoo’s workshop. It proved to be a room worthy of a mage, full of interesting nick-nacks and books. It had a mosaic of coloured stones forming a pentagram in the middle of the floor. And despite the Master’s contention, after my Chaining to the pentagram in Corels, I felt that a pentagram to be more powerful than a rhombus.

The same could be said for Overmage Tison, in comparison to my Master. Still there was something about him that rubbed me the wrong way. It was not that he leered, like so many other men. Or that he smiled too much or had a voice that grated. No, it was as if a small voice deep inside me was was saying, ‘I don’t like him.’

Yet he greeted me politely, “Thank you for coming Drake. I understand you are nervous, but I assure you that this demon and I have spoken many times before. His calls himself Karnigan the Historian and I believe that we have built up a rapport. However, I cannot guarantee anything, so if you start having difficulty, let me know and I will end the summoning right away.”

“I will.”

“Excellent, then shall we get started?”

“Okay.”

“Very well. Why don’t you sit in this seat and I will begin.”

Unlike the Master, Tison did not have me on the other side of the room. Instead I sat beside his standing form while he performed the summoning ritual. Watching him I gained confidence, for he seemed so much more practiced in his motions than had Master Elladoo.

Then it...he was there. In all his glory.

And he was truly, horrifyingly glorious. Beautiful in a way that a man should not be, yet undeniably male. Broad and strong and muscled and handsome and so very perfect. And he was not surprised in the least to see me beside the mage. Instead he was looking directly at me upon arrival, and smile. His smiling attention shot a bolt of fire throughout my body, taking my breath away and focusing the heat in my loins.

Then he spoke, “A virgin, a pretty virgin. Is she for me Mage?”

Despite the sinister intent of these words, they caressed. Unlike Sandrelessa’s sugary cooing that had repulsed, even while she drew me towards her, Karnigan’s voice racked me with shivers of pleasure. Oh I wanted him so very badly. I needed him.

So I reached out towards him, yet my hand stayed on the arm of my chair.

So I stood to move to him, yet I remained sitting. Sitting and lusting while surrounded in a bright glow of blue.

Shockingly, terribly, a frown crossed his perfect features. Causing me to shed tears at the upset I caused, but then he smiled and said, “I see now. Sandrelessa my sweet, I had wondered why you had left us forlorn without your presence. Your touch.”

That was my problem. It was that harridan Sandrelessa, making her presence felt. Using the powers of my chains to shackle me in place, just as they had done at the Temple of the Allfather in Corels. The cruel bitch was keeping me away from him.

Cruel and lying, for I could now hear her voice, inside of me, shouting, “No! He is bad. He destroys. He will destroy you. And me.”

Selfish too, was there no end to her corruption? How could she do this to me? I screamed, “Let me go. Let me goooo.”

As I strained at my bindings he watched me tenderly, finally saying, “Oh what a cruel torment this conjoining is to you my love.”

“Conjoining?” another voice asked. “Tell me, what is a conjoining Karnigan?”

It was the evil, vile mage who bound My Lord in that hideous pentagram. Whose malevolence kept Karnigan from coming to me, just as my loathsome bindings kept me from him. Making it so neither of us could approach the other, so he could take me as his.

“Why should I tell you Mage?”

“I am curious Karnigan and I know you usually have a price.”

The worm. How dare he bargain with My Lord.

“Yes worm, how dare you bargain with me,” Karnigan spoke, showing my thought had been aloud. “But calm, my pretty virgin, I should at least see what friend Tison has to offer.”

Silly me, how could I doubt him. He was so strong and confident. So very perfect. I could only laugh at the fool of a mage pathetically challenging, “What is your price?”

“My price, my price, what should be my price? I really must think on this. I don’t know what I want, though it mus include Sandrelessa’s return.”

Feeling her sudden terror I laughed louder, before realizing what he had asked, which made me shout, “No My Lord, you don’t want her. Ugly, hateful Sandrelessa. You want me.”

“Oh yes I do want you, but that price may be too high. I must think more on this.”

“Tell me now Karnigan.”

“No I am not ready. Unless you will give me the pretty virgin? Then I will tell you all.”

My sudden hope was dashed when the spiteful man roared, “I will not give her to you. Ask for something else when next I call. For now, begone.”

“No, don’t go. Take me with you,” I shrieked.

But it was no use, for he was gone and so was Sandrelessa. Leaving me there, empty. Slumped, covered in sweat, in the chair and suddenly horrified by what had happened, how I had acted. Mortified and exhausted I broke down and began to cry. I felt Tison’s hand hesitatingly pat my shoulder, trying to comfort, yet remembering the horrible things I had thought and said about him, cause me to blubber apologies begging for his forgiveness.

Only when I heard the door of the room bang open, did I look up. To see a concerned Julion and an angry Archmage Sharlese asking, “What happened?”

Unable to respond I flung myself at Julion, who wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. As I continued to cry, Tison explained what had happened, before asking, “What do we do now?”

“Now we do nothing. I am taking Drake home, we will discuss this on the morrow,” Julion stated, using commanding voice I did not know he had. Then for the second time in two days, he scooped me up and carried me from the College of Mages. Nor did I let go of him during the entire ride home, clinging tight like a child to his parent after waking from a nightmare. Only when we reached the estate did I regain some of my decorum, though I continued to clasp one of his hands in both of mine until he handed me over to Sophie, after telling her what had happened with a whispered word.

In my room, I finally began to feel safer, though exhausted by the experience. Willingly did I follow Sophie’s directions as she helped me from my dress, into a nightgown, and then into bed. Yet despite how tired I was, sleep would not come. I was terrified of what or who waited for me in the Land of Slumber.

Not until my door opened and a figure smelling of lavender climbed into my bed and wrapped me in her arms was I able to fall asleep. Blessed sleep.

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When I awoke, I woke alone. Even I was not fully there, for I observed the world from a distance, my mood fey as I remembered the prior night. As horrible as it had been, it no longer held immediacy, nor did thinking of it turn me into the quivering mass I had become after the actual events. The events seemed more dream, nightmare, than truth. And yet I could not deny that they happened, being able to recall how Karnigan’s eyes felt upon me, which in the light of day the memory made me feel dirty, not...not whatever I had felt the previous night.

Clean, yes that was it. What I wanted more than anything at that moment was to be clean. I wanted to go back to the moment of my triumph over the market keeper, to a time when my desire was nothing more than a bath after a hard day of walking. True it was an escape, but one that I was willing to seek.

I wished that someone were there to guide me to the baths, which I had looked forward to for too long, but I quickly recognized my wish to be a lie. No I wanted to be alone, as much as I had needed Julion and the mistress the night before. I needed time to think for myself, by myself. If I were at the Post, it would have been time to find my way to my thinking spot on the docks, but both were far away. So I gave into the draw of the baths and climbing from my bed, into slippers and a robe, I ventured outside of the room on my own.

After a few wrong turns, directions received from a number of the servants allowed me to found my way to a large door at the back of the mansion. Tentatively opening the door I found a marble oasis, empty except for a woman, scarcely younger than Mary, who scowled questioningly in my direction.

Suddenly unsure of my decision to use the baths as my thinking spot, I asked, “Excuse me, I was hoping to take a bath? Is that okay?”

“Most people bathe in the evening.”

“I had planned to last night, but then I was delayed. However, I can come back later if now is a bad time.”

“You’re Lady Esselde’s charge?” At the nod of my head, she stated, “Of course you are. I doubt there are two of you, looking like that, running around. So you want to take a bath?”

“Yes please.”

“Very well then and you are in luck. If you had come in the evening you would have been looked after by my girls, they are competent enough, but when the room is full, like it was last night, they are run off their feet. I really don’t know how anybody can enjoy a nice bath in that situation. No it is wise of you to put yourself in my hands. Now get out of your robe and we will get started.”

From that moment, she led me down a path of luxury that I had never imagined. It definitely did not give me any opportunity to think of the recent past or the soon to be future, for it made no moment more important than now. She guided me to the first tub, though tub is not a name to do it justice. A deep basin of marble, with steps for ease of entry upon which one could sit in water up to the neck. Large enough to fit at least eight people, I was sure that so much water could not help but be cold; therefore, I was pleasantly surprised to find it more than warm.

Hearing my sigh of relief, the bath attendant said, “Surprised you, didn’t it.”

“Umm, what’s that?”

“The water. You were expecting it to be cold, weren’t you? Its a spell, keeps the water clean and as hot, helpful as all get out, otherwise there is no way I could look after the women’s bath on my own. I think it was this spell, as much as any other that made the Commission willing to trust our mages more than they are trusted elsewhere. Though I am not sure I agree, what with mages consorting with demons and all.”

“Excuse me, Ma'am.” I said, believing an explanation may be needed.

“Kesa will do young lady, I’m not no Ma'am to anybody but my girls. And I can guess what you are going to say, but don’t worry I have heard all the gossip about you and know about your possession. Usually I would have chased you out of my baths as soon as you arrived, but I also know that you have been judged by the Gods and they did not strike you dead. That’s good enough for me. Still it speaks well for you that you were willing to admit such a thing, Mary has taught you well. Enough of that though, what is your scent?”

“Pardon?”

“What type of soap do you like, we have as broad of selection as you will find anywhere in the city.”

Remembering Mistress Elladoo’s bath box I said, “Well I like lavender.”

“Lady Esselde’s scent? No I don’t think so, it does not suit you. You soak for a moment and let me get some possibilities from which you can choose.”

Moments later she was back with a tray holding seven different blocks of soap. They all were nice, but one of them just jumped out at me and I pointed at it.

“Interesting choice. I have always liked it myself, but few choose it. Why, if I may ask, did you?”

“It reminds me of home.”

“Elladoo Post?”

“No, back in Corels with my parents. They run a bakery.”

“Ahh, I like bakers, hard working people with lots of common sense. Now stand up and I will give you a scrub.”

“Oh I can do that.”

“Nonsense, how are you to reach everywhere.”

Giving in I allowed her to soap me up and ducked down into the water when she decided it was time to rinse. This provided me a chance to see the second part of tub’s spell, as the rinsed of soap lingered temporarily on the surface of the water before disappearing into, apparently, the air. Deciding that I was clean enough, she had me duck completely under before proceeding to wash my hair. When she had me climb out, I found my assumption of being done to be incorrect, instead I was lead to a much smaller tub, though just as deep, from which steam rose above the water. Hesitantly stepping down into it, I found that it was almost to much too bear, though slowly I relaxed.

While I boiled, Kesa used a towel to remove as much water from my hair as she could, before wrapping it in a different towel and helping me out of what was slowly becoming uncomfortable water. Leading me to a padded bench she had me lay down, still naked, upon my stomach, before using an oil smelling the same as my chosen soap to give me a full body massage. I do not know how to describe one of Kesa’s massages. Words such as magnificent, wonderful, astonishing and incredible immediately jump to mind, none of which begin to do justice to the actual act. Suffice to say that it was glorious. Sadly it had to end, for I think I could spend forever in such languor. When complete, I was made to rinse off in a final tub. One where the water was barely heated, which served to knock some of the lassitude from my body, though still leaving me feeling more relaxed than I had ever felt. Helping me into a clean robe she obtained from her cupboard of plenty, she sent me on me way back to the world.

Still even with the shock of cold water I was still not completely there and did not notice the opening of the door or the person coming through. Thus I found myself with my arms wrapped around Angelise, who in turn held me in her grasp, as we grabbed hold of each other to stop from falling. Hastily let go and stammered apologies to Angelise, who said nothing, instead leaning closer to sniff at my neck before looking towards Kesa to say, “I see you finally talked someone into your cinnamon scented soap.”

“She picked it out herself Milady.”

Still with her arms around me, Angelise smiled up at me and said, “You smell delicious. To bad you have already finished your bath, I so would have loved to share mine with you.”

Only then did she let go of me, though in doing so one of her hands drifted slowly across my stomach as she stepped passed me into the room, before unfastening and slowly letting her robe drop to the ground. Stunned to see my first naked female (no I do not count), one very nicely put together was almost as good as Kesa’s massage. I did not know how to react and realized she was smiling at me as I stared. Red-faced at being caught, I mumbled a final apology and then fled out into the hallway.

Pausing once in the hallway I realized that Karnigan was not the only one who could spread fire throughout my body. Feeling rather happy with this discovery, I smiled all the way back to my room.

I was surprised to still find the room empty. My expectation had been that Sophie would be waiting for my return, in order to help me get ready for the day. This expectation was dashed when I remembered Stork calling me Princess, which convinced me to dress on my own. Removing the towel from my still damp hair and remembering Mary’s lessons I began to comb and brush it out, when complete and despite it still needing time to dry I decided to try to copy Mary’s normal styling. Making two little, not particularly tight, braids out of the hair hanging over my eyes, I tied them together behind my head to keep the rest of my hair from my face.

Bolstered by this success, I suddenly felt a desire to finish on my own and rushed over to the armoire to pick something out. Ignoring the newest one, I chose of of the outfits that had been altered for me before leaving the Post; a shift, a simple grey skirt and the matching bodice. Then pulling on my old boots, determined that I had delayed long enough, it was time to think about the prior night and what it all meant.

Yet if I stayed there, sooner or later someone would find me and distract me once again. So once more I left my room, then the mansion and the estate completely. Wandering towards Heart Park, not so far away, it was a surprise that in my contemplation I was not run over by one of the numerous carts passing, between the West and East gates, along the street upon which I walked. But someone must have been watching over me. I learned who it was after a close encounter with a man hurrying in the opposite direction. Starting to curse at me, he suddenly stopped and looked past me. This caused me to turn to see man in the surcoat of the Deglace, one who I recognized from the troop that had rescued me in Corels.

The guard’s presence caused the man to continue on his way, muttering under his breath. Meanwhile, the guard greeted me, “Greetings Miss, my name is Garth, I have been tasked with escorting you today. I would have introduced myself earlier, but I saw that you were in deep thought.”

Chagrined that I had not noticed him earlier, I said, “It’s okay, I don’t need an escort today. I am just going to the park.”

“’Tis not a bother Miss, besides the Colonel let it be known that you were to be assisted in any way you need, seeing as how you are new to the city.”

Thinking that was a rather polite choice for explaining why he followed me, I decided this was one of those times where Julion would not to fight it. So I said, “Thank you Garth. I do not plan to go far.”

“Good to hear Miss, Stork spent most of last night complaining about his feet.”

Smiling at a reminder of the good part of yesterday, I continued upon my way. Not long after I was in the park and found myself drawn to a bench near a statue of a man on a horse. Stopping myself from looking for a name plate, which would just provide another distraction, I sat down and began to think.

Initially my thoughts were scattered, until I found myself thinking about how I had reacted to Karnigan. How had he, without a single word, been able to control me so? Even now, thinking of him sent tiny shivers of pleasure through my body. It had been so very different when the Master had inadvertently summoned Sandrelessa. True she had exerted some control over me, but it had been over my body, not my mind. Even during her rise during our rampage against the bandits, my memories proved that I had been completely aware the entire time. Not so with Karnigan, he had turned me into his puppet.

Or would it be better to say he had toyed with me like a cat with a mouse. Though never would a mouse have gone so eagerly to its destruction, for I do not doubt that is what he had in store for me and for Sandrelessa. Her quick thinking, triggering my chains had saved us both from, based upon her terror, what likely had been a terrible fate.

I could not help but believe her statements from the night before. Karnigan was bad and without a doubt a destroyer. How strange it was to learn that by comparison to this Karnigan, Sandrelessa was a piker amongst her kind. Sure she was cruel, probably she needed to be cruel to live amongst the Carthanans, but she was dwarfed by Karnigan’s evil. Karnigan the Historian indeed, surely if Sandrelessa could to speak to me now I would find that she knew him by another name, possibly even that of the conqueror of her Prince from the story, he who had enslaved her.

Yet he seemed to know something of what bound her and I, this conjoining. Maybe he even had the knowledge of how to bring it to an end. All I needed to do was to pay his price.

But...

Have you ever found an item so perfect, so exquisite that you felt that your life would not be complete if you did not make it yours? If so, did you not realize with your very next thought that such an item was impossible to grasp? Even if its owner was willing to part with it, you knew the price would be too much for you to pay. And so you did not even ask, unwilling to torment yourself by learning how completely the item was beyond your reach.

Such was my dilemma. I did not want to know Karnigan’s price for the knowledge that may return me to myself. The price would be too much, even the part I already knew was too much. I could not, would not give Sandrelessa to him. Despite what she had tried to do to me, she had since rescued me three times. Admittedly her reasons had been based upon self-preservation, rather than anything altruistic, yet she had come through. How could I do less? How could I abandon her to torture or worse, and what would I become if I committed an act of such selfishness?

Furthermore, even if I was willing to pay the price, what was the chance that he would treat with me truthfully? He could be lying that he knew anything of worth or seeking to trick us into something. No, there was little doubt that he was untrustworthy and I did not need the Annals to tell me that it was dumb to waste time bargaining with such an individual.

My choice was simple. I had to accept what I had come to suspect. There was no easy fix for my problem. I was stuck in this body with Sandrelessa. Sure we could continue to seek answers, maybe somebody, some day would have the necessary knowledge, but the simple truth was that I would continue to be Dra’e. Actually I was still Drake, it was just that for now I was to be a female Drake. I needed to accept this truth. And in that moment I did. It was surprisingly easy.

I was ready to move forward with my life, whatever form it may take. It was time to adapt to my situation, make the best of it. You know, all that type of stuff. Although, if you think about it, that is what I had already done. In the previous two months I had formed friendships greater than any before, seen more and learned more. My future was brighter.

No wonder it was easy to accept my truth. After all, so many others had already made the leap.

Feeling satisfied with my choice, I rose from my seat and wandered over to the statue to satisfy my earlier curiosity. That accomplished I looked towards Garth, who had been waiting in a stance of bored watchfulness, a pose common amongst the guardsman of the post. Noticing my look, he wandered over to say, “Miss, if you don’t mind me saying so, it looks like you have lifted a great weight off your mind?”

“Aye Garth, I think I have.”

“That is good to hear Miss, are you ready to head home now?”

“Actually, I have one more stop to make, if that is possible?”

“’Tis fine with me Miss. I’m still on duty, but I would just as soon be out and about as tied to the gate.”

“Very well, let us head to the Temple of the Allfather.”

After a short walk, Garth was seated upon the steps I climbed, after having convinced him that Durnst would watch over me inside. Larger than the temple in Corels it was just as peaceful, maybe moreso, for it held fewer people than had attended my Chaining. Looking about, I spotted the glow of a priest, who in turn watched me. Approaching him, I curtsied and queried, “Excuse me Father, would Magister Bewlmon be in and is it possible to see him?”

“Yes he is child. And he has left word that you may be coming to visit. A moment please, he is on his way.”

Surprised though I was that the magister was expecting me, it was less that the father knew who I was with out asking. I was easily describe, which was one of the reasons I was there. My wait was not long before the magister arrived to say, “I am very glad to see you again Drake. I have heard of your continuing adventures and had hoped that you would come tell of them.”

Such had not been my intent, but it was a request I saw no reason to deny. So after we found a side chamber I updated him on what I had experienced since our arrival. Being who and what he was, it soon became an interview, though one less stressful than during our first encounter. He confirmed my guess that Karnigan was a name of power amongst the demon world and was most interested in Karnigan’s use of the term conjoining, saying he would research the term. The magister also heartily approved my decision to seek no more knowledge from the demon, agreeing that it was likely to lead down a path I wished not to walk.

As I finished my story and told him that I had decided to accept who I was, he nodded his head and said, “A wise choice Drake, for each of us cannot but grow more and more into ourselves.”

“Do you mean it was fated for me to be turned into a girl?”

“Nay fate does not work in such a way. Yet now that you have been made female, it will always be part of who you are. How large of part, well that is still to be determined.

“But is it possible to be too much of oneself Magister?”

“I do not know what you mean Drake?”

“It has to do with how I look and how my chains look. People stare at me.”

“You are quite beautiful child, people would stare even if you did not wear the jewelry.”

“But do I need to wear them all the time?”

“Sadly you do and did you not last night feel the benefit of their power?”

“Aye I did and I understand why I need them. It is just that I wish that they were not always there or if not that, I wish they were not always so extravagantly there.”

“Ahah! I see the problem, it’s fashion. But really that is outside of Durnst’ s bailiwick, more within the realm of Asolde I would think. Still I could look into it, maybe see if one of Asolde’s priestesses can help out. However, I can’t promise anything.”

“If it won’t be too much of a bother?” I asked, more from politeness than anything.

“No, no, it is quite alright. I always enjoy working on new projects, gives me reason to do research. I do love knew knowledge.”

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, I bid the magister farewell. Returning outside, I found Garth munching away on a meat pastry from a nearby vendor. Seeing this made me realize that I had not eaten since the day before, out at the camp, and made me regret forgetting to bring the purse I had received from Olaf. Luckily Garth noticed my longing glances at the pastry and purchased me one, for which I promised to pay him back. We then headed back to the estate, this time with him walking beside me, instead of behind.

Leaving him at the gate I started towards the house to obtain some coin to repay him, after which I would find the mistress and Julion to tell them of my decision; however, as I began to move back towards the door, I noticed a familiar face walking up the street. My curiosity drew me to change directions and head back to the gate to welcome Captain Finnegal.

Seeing my approach a smile crossed his face as he said, “Drake how good to see you, as you are the person I tromped over here to meet.”

Intrigued though, due to his smile, not worried, I asked, “Greetings Captain. Is it about your investigation?”

“Aye, I took your advice and approached the College to ask of Stingra Vold’s skills and to learn if it was possible to intercept a communication spell.”

“And?”

“Well let us just say that the answers opened a door into a room containing many more suspects than we had previously thought it would hold.”

“Oh sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, at least we have found a better trail, it is just that I now do not know which direction to go next. Therefore, I have another request for you.”

“Me? But I told you all I know.”

“Aye, and I believe you. No it is not more questions, instead I have a favour to ask of you.”

“I promised to help if I could, Captain.”

“Very well, though feel free to refuse, as I am not even comfortable with it. See the Commission is desperate to have this case solved. Therefore, they approached Aredente’s Tabernacle, seeking assistance.”

Not liking the thought of being involved with the God of Death, I hesitantly asked, “What for? And why would you need my help?”

“Well they plan to raise Darrel from the dead and ask him some questions. However, in order to do so, the Priests of Aredente need one of two things. The first of these is not available, since Darrel’s body is buried in the North. The second option is Darrel’s slayer. The Commission asks if you would be willing to participate, in exchange they will waive your first four years of journeyman Commission labour.”

“There is no need for a bribe Captain Finnegal, I know my duty. And I know that Master Elladoo and the Deglaces would wish me to help, when will the ritual take place?”

“Four nights hence. The priests believe that, as the moon wains and becomes a sliver, it is easier for them to hook the dead and bring them up from Aredente demense.”

Shivering at the thought, I nodded my head, “Okay Captain, I am willing to take part. But I want five years waived.“

“That is acceptable,” he agreed with a smile. For even though he was of the Militia, enough blood of the peninsula ran through his veins for him to understand the nature of our deal. He knew that I would be willing to do it for free, but recognized that an unpleasant duty should be rewarded.

“Very well Drake, I have much to prepare before the ritual. Therefore, I should continue on my way. I will let you know if anything changes.”

“Thank you Captain. Good bye.”

This time as I moved to the door I did not look back, but before I reached it a sudden bolt of insight struck. My earlier choice seemed even better when I realized who was the villain lurking in the woods. All the evidence had been there for me to see, but I had been too worried about myself to pay attention. Obviously it was Overmage Tison.

His ranking showed how skilled he was at magic, doubtlessly he would be able to intercept a communication if anybody could. Then there were the Carthanans, they were his specialty, of course he could have summoned Sandrelessa for Darrel. Plus Tison and Sandrelessa had been in contact, for why else would she have whispered to me last night that she did not like him. Yes I now recognized that little voice, I had heard before our greeting the night before, was the same voice that had shouted warnings about Karnigan, Sandrelessa’s voice. Why would she make such a proclamation if she had not already had dealings, negative dealings, with the Overmage?

It made so much sense. He was willing to assist Archmage Sharlese, because he wanted to ensure that I would not prove a danger to him. I had been curious as to why their research had been so quick, but it was likely due to Captain Finnegal’s questions at the College, maybe he had even heard of the deal reached between the Commission and the Tabernacle. Tison likely felt the walls were closing in on him and blamed me. Therefore, he had proposed the summoning. He had prepared Karnigan for my presence, assuming that it would lead to my doom. After all, despite his words before we started, he had done nothing to bring the summoning to an end when he saw that I was in trouble. He had not made his presence known until Sandrelessa and my chains had combined to stop me from going to Karnigan.

My guess was, seeing his initial plan fail, he had then stepped forward to seemingly be on my side. But why had he done nothing more? Maybe it was because he was afraid of what my glowing chains meant, did he guess that if he tried to attack, that Sandrelessa would be free to defend me? I would think that he would fear that, for even Karnigan, his ally, had been bound in the pentagram.

What would he do now? Did he think that I would be at least willing to find out Karnigan’s price, that they would once more have a chance to bring harm upon me? Maybe he expected me to casually toss Sandrelessa aside, disposing of my protection. Whatever his plan, I would be careful. I would keep my distance and send a message to the College telling them of my morning’s decision. But I would not tell anyone of my suspicions, better to play dumb. Best to wait until Darrel fingered him as his contact, then Tison would have greater worries than dealing with me.

It was a simple and workable plan. I would try to stay in as much as possible, but would be happy for the guardsmen who had been assigned to follow me while I was out. Hopefully I could make it until the moon turned into a hook.

Decided, I continued towards the door, entering as it was opened by the doorman, Johnson, who looked at me with concern before asking, “Is everything alright Damsel? Lady Esselde was worried to learn that you had gone out on your own.”

“My apologies, I just needed some time to think and I was not alone, one of the guardsmen was with me.”

“Still maybe you should go to see her to allay her worries.”

“Okay, but first I need to run to get some money to repay Guardsman Garth, who bought me a pastry while we were out.”

“Worry not Damsel, I will look after that. It is better for you to find milady, who is with her mother in the Yellow Room. It is in just past the Blue Room, will you be able to find it? Or would you like a guide?”

Recognizing the order behind his polite recommendation, I stated, “Thank you, I believe I can find it.”

I did and soon was informing the mistress and her mother of my decision. They took it almost too well. Though the mistress did try to be sympathetic, I could tell that she was secretly happy to keep me around in my girlish form. Like her mother towards her, she did like the thought of having a doll with which to play, something I was willing to accept in exchange for the support I knew she would continue to provide.

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During the wait that followed I became more and more antsy, if not for activities during the day to keep me occupied, I would likely have started driving people crazy. But fortunately I did have things to do during the day, being left alone with my thoughts only at night when I returned to my room.

My busiest day was the one after my decision, Turinday. I arrived at the market with sunrise to assist in setting up our stall for the Open Market. Then I helped Senior Wagoneer Thomsa and Jonton Holnd, Clara’s youngest brother, sell throughout the day. The two of them had decided that my role, based on my appearance and being Darrel’s slayer, was to draw the customers while they closed any deals. It proved to be a successful formula, though I think that Clara’s advertising and the high quality of the goods we were selling were more important than any feminine wiles I displayed. Still a successful venture is a successful venture, whatever role one plays. And I definitely learned a great deal from watching the two men negotiate, things that I was able to try on those occasions when one was absent and the other needed me to be something other than a pretty face.

It proved to be a long day, going from dawn until dusk, which kept me busy and left me tired enough that sleep came easily that night. Further benefit, beyond the financial one I would earn as a result of the sales, was that it gave me reason to visit Kesa upon my awakening the next morning. This proved just as good as the first time, though I did not run into Angelise.

After my bath I once more met up with Clara. She informed me that planning for the new post was proceeding apace and that we would be visiting our vendors to obtain goods to restock Elladoo Post. Most of these visits were quick visits to offices, rather than to any factory. We would speak to whoever was in charge, place and pay for an order, tell them to deliver it to our wagon camp and confirm whether they wished to expand the relationship for the new post. Unless the person was a particular friend of Clara, each visit went quickly. And since many of the offices were in the same buildings and all of them were on the North side of the city it was not long before we were done.

Clara then informed me that it was time for us to do some personal shopping. She let me know that I would be spending a lot of the summer on the road, filling in for either herself or Durk, while they helped with the new post. After letting my excitement settle down, she told me that I would need a lot more than the skirts and dresses I had recently been wearing. Therefore, she offered to float me a loan, until I received my reward money, and to take me around to her favourite shops. Quite willing to benefit from her experience, I readily accepted.

A whirlwind of activity followed as we visited the Garment District and the Leather and Fur Market before crossing the city to visit Metal Town. This crossing introduced me to taxi carriages that carried passengers around the city for a fee. Hectic as it was, I did not remember everything I had ordered, which would be picked up in a few days. I know that there were quite a few items of clothing; breeches, shirts, bodices, underthings, boots, gloves, cloaks and hats. Beyond that were items to make the road more comfortable, including my own set of tack. And in Metal Town I picked up a hatchet, some knifes, a sword and a more appropriately sized crossbow.

When I complained that I could have bought many of these things far cheaper from amongst the items we had sold yesterday, Clara had just sniffed and said, “A girl needs things of her own.”

Something in this struck me as hilarious and I burst out laughing, which she soon joined. The day, combined with our discussion by the fountain, made me feel that I had developed another friend and ally, therefore, when we parted I impulsively hugged her in thanks. Seeing as how she returned it, maybe she felt the same way.

The third day turned out to be the least busy, though interesting none-the-less. Unlike the prior three days, where Sophie had left me alone to prepare for the day, she arrived soon after I awoke that morning. Apparently it was to be another dress-up day, though she refused to tell me why. Once more she powdered and painted my face, did the magic stick thing to my hair and then helped me into the blue dress. As a final act, which showed that she had likely been speaking to Kesa or had smelled my clothing, she had me dab on some new perfume smelling of cinnamon.

Guiding me to a dining room I found Mistress Elladoo and Madame Deglace waiting, also dressed in their finery. After my curtsied greeting, the mistress had me come sit beside her, saying, “Good morning Dra’e, please eat quickly we must be on our way soon.”

“Where are we off to Milady?”

“Well yesterday Magister Bewlmon came by to visit and he told us of your request concerning your jewelry.”

Remembering the expense of the items and the significance of the sapphires, I suddenly regretted my impulsive request to the magister. Trying to stem the damage I quickly apologized, “I am sorry Milady. I very much appreciate that you went to such expense to provide them and they are truly lovely, it is just that sometimes I wish they were not there.”

“No need to apologize child.” Madame Deglace answered. “I know I wouldn’t want to wear the same pieces of jewelry all the time, besides I have something else in mind for your costume.”

The Lady of the Deglace’s initial comments about the Winter Festival costume had seemed far-fetched, but now with my choice it had become much more likely. And during the last couple of evenings, which I had spent with the mistress and her mother, it had been a topic of much discussion. What I had gleamed of her plans was enough to make me apprehensive, so, I was pleased when the mistress cut her off, “Now Mother, please let me explain to Dra’e what is happening.”

“Very well then. But do hurry.”

“Yes as I was saying, Magister Bewlmon told of us your request and let us know that he, along with a Priestess of Asolde, had come up with a possible solution. Though he asked for our help. Of course I agreed, and when Mother heard of it she also decided to lend her support.”

“Thank you very much,” I said. “But what does it involve?”

“Oh I really don’t want to say, it will be a surprise.”

A surprise that excited the two of them did not fill me with confidence, yet I was not a large enough lout to say so. Maybe it would not be as bad as I feared.

With breakfast complete, the three of us made our way outside where I learned that the Lady of the Deglace did not travel inconspicuously. The carriage we approached was a shining box of ebonwood bearing the crest of the Deglace on its doors, complete with driver, footmen and a team of four black horses. Inside was just as opulent, as I found after being helped aboard and seating myself beside the mistress on a padded bench covered in leather dyed a familiar blue. Then with an escort of guardsmen, we were on our way.

First we stopped at the Temple of the Allfather, where we were joined by Magister Bewlmon, before continuing on to the Shrine of Asolde. There we were met by a beautiful priestess in a dress of rose, very similar in shape to mine, though as both the magister and I noticed, cut lower. Still, for me, her most distinctive feature her was the way in which I felt her power. Instead of a glow, from her I felt a warmth and heard a sound that seemed lyrical in nature. While I listened to this, the magister performed introductions, informing us that the Priestess Desmona had come up with the plan we were about to attempt. Chastising him for his humility, she led us to an antechamber and guided us each to a seat, mine being a graceful chair carved from rosewood, with a cushioned seat of rose coloured velvet, sitting in the centre of the room.

Our attention upon her, she spoke, “Drake, you presented Magister Bewlmon with a seemingly difficult task, but when the two of us put our heads together, it became less so. Discussion with the Lady Deglaces provided the final component we needed. Do you have them?”

This last was addressed to Mistress Elladoo who reached into a pouch, at her waist, to get something she handed to Priestess Desmona. Moving in my direction, she continued with her explanation, “See, the purpose of your jewelry is important, the look is not. Well at least the look of the sapphire pieces; your choker, bracelets and anklets tie you to the Gods, but the others can be anything. The magister and I decided that if they can be anything, why not make them so.”

Her cryptic speech did not ease my confusion, noticing this, the magister said, “What Priestess Desmona means, is that there is no reason that their appearance cannot be changed.”

“Yes, yes.” the priestess agreed, frowning prettily at the interruption. “Since you cannot remove the pieces, we needed to come up with a way to make them changeable. How to make this happen was the next question, luckily we have these.”

At this she opened her hand to show me what she had received from the mistress. It took a moment for it to dawn upon me what she held. When it did, I turned to Mistress Elladoo with a questioning look.

Smiling sheepishly she said, “When I commissioned the items that Magister Bewlmon requested for your Chaining, for some reason I included earrings. The magister did not ask for them and I knew he would not make you wear them, but I just felt they were needed for the set.”

“Well that you did Lady Deglace, for it is with them that we will be able to answer Drake’s request. They are linked to the other pieces by style and the hand of their maker, yet free of any other purpose. Therefore we will use them as the focus for another spell, one allowing you to change the appearance of all the pieces. Are you willing?”

“What does it involve?”

“It is simple really. I will pierce your ears with them, while performing my spell. Then all you need to do is to change to different earrings and the rest will transform to match. Do you wish to proceed?”

It seemed to be the opposite to what I had requested, in fact I felt those glittery things would only make it worse. Still maybe they were on to something. If a physical change of earrings would result in a magical change to everything else, could I not switch to something like simple hoops? It would not make it all disappear, but it may make them less noticeable, particularly the diadem. Therefore, I nodded my head.

What followed was nowhere as complex as the ritual Magister Bewlmon had conducted during my Chaining. Moving behind me I heard her sound take on a different tone and when she touched my earlobes it was as if I could not feel her fingers, only the extra weight hanging from each ear told me when she had already finished the piercing. Again the tone changed, becoming more sonorous, as she performed the spell she had described. Then her sound returned to normal and she told me it was done.

Reaching up to feel the stones hanging from my ears brought a wry grin to my face. My search for returned masculinity had taken another step backwards. Madame Deglace, who seemed to take the grin for a smile of pleasure, came over to look and described the results as lovely. She then asked, “Can we see how it works? I brought along some other earrings?”

“Nay Lady Deglace, my spell needs time to attune itself, at least until tomorrow. If Drake will visit me here in the afternoon, we can check to see if it is complete.”

However, that was not to be.

After we left the Shrine and dropped Magister Bewlmon at the Temple, the carriage did not turn for the estate. Instead it headed towards North Gate, before turning West to take us to Henrietta’s Salon in the Theatre District. It was a gathering place for Madame Deglace and those of her social set, where they met to gossip and where vendors of luxurious goods came to display their wares. It was one vendor in particular whom Madame had come to see on that day, a merchant of fine cloth, recently returned from the mainland. The Salon was a place of gentility and feminine elegance right down to a musician playing the lyre in the corner, yet there was also an undercurrent of nastiness, particularly whenever I was introduced, that left me feeling uncomfortable. Thus I stuck close to Mistress Elladoo, unwilling to leave her protection, and was pleased when Madame finished her purchases and we were able to leave.

My afternoon was also spent with the two ladies, out in the estate’s garden, where I tried my hand at embroidery. Surprising myself, I found that I had a certain knack for it and with the help of one of Madame Deglace’s maidservants was able to stay occupied while they talked about people I did not know. It was relaxing, okay for that day, but not for every day. I need to be kept busy.

It was during supper that our plans for the morrow were put on hold. While eating the main course, Johnson the Doorman entered and moved over to speak with Julion. Seeing Julion’s glance in my direction, I guessed that it had something to do with me. Fearing the worst I rose to follow when he gestured for me to follow him from the room. In the hall, he said, “Johnson informs me that Aredente’s people are here for you Drake.”

“But the ritual is not to occur until tomorrow night” Mistress Elladoo, who had also followed, exclaimed before I could.

“Excuse me Milady, but they say that though the ritual is to be tomorrow night the damsel must come with them tonight in order to prepare.”

“Let us get to the bottom of this.” she responded, before leading our group towards the doorway where we found three priestesses in white and surrounded by a stark glow waiting. Continuing to lead, the mistress asked, “Greeting Honoureds, may I ask why you have come for Dra’e tonight, when the ritual is to be tomorrow?”

The oldest of the three responded, “Greetings Lady, it is true that the ritual is scheduled for the eve of tomorrow, but the reasons for your ward to come with us tonight are twofold. The first of these is that the role of the Caller is not an easy one, we will need to spend the time between now and then in preparation.”

I liked that not at all, nor apparently did Mistress Elladoo, for she demanded, “Why did you not let us know of this before hand, why are we only learning of it now?”

“That leads to the second reason Lady Deglace. We did not want anybody to know that we would bring the child into our protection tonight, we feared it may lead the villain to act before we were ready?”

“Are you saying Dra’e is in danger?”

“We are unsure Lady, but we are unwilling to trust the intentions of one who would keep company with Darrel Haubanks.”

Or one who would keep company with Karnigan the Historian, I silently added. Suddenly I was happy to see them, for I had begun to dread the night and the next day, worried that at any moment Tison would strike at me. No it would be better to be away from my friends, to keep them out of danger, while surrounding myself in the power of a God and his followers. So I said, “It is okay Milady. I am ready to go.”

Still unsure, the mistress looked from me to the priestesses and found the same look of determination. Frowning at being overruled she reluctantly agreed, “Well then I will come with you.”

“No Lady,” the priestess said, losing some of her respectful mannerisms. “She is to come alone, others will just be a distraction.”

“Very well, but I like this not. At a minimum, may she change?”

Looking at me in my fancy dress, the priestess nodded her head, “Yes I believe that would be a good idea.”

Taking me by the hand Mistress Elladoo drew me to my bedroom where she helped me out of my dress and into one of her old dresses. She dragged it out as long as possible, but then could delay no longer and giving me a fierce hug, took me back to the lobby where Johnson again draped a cloak over my shoulders. Then in the company of the three I left the mansion to find a contingent of guardsmen, each bearing a halberd and wearing a white surcoat over their chain armour, waiting to escort us to the Tabernacle.

During our march I learned the names of the three priestesses; Junnifer, who had done the talking, Ceniel, and Elibeth. They were tasked with preparing me for the ritual though it would be the head of their order, Curate Leonide, who would actually conduct it. Priestess Junnifer explained what would happen and what was to be my role. Basically I would help the curate call Darrel, if he answered then I was just to watch, allowing the Curate to do the questioning. She told me that my preparation would require me to loosen my grasp upon life.

“What?” I admit, I shrieked when I heard this.

“Worry not Drake, it is not as serious as it sounds. It is really quite simple, we just need to keep you awake between now and then. For, as you grow tired, the real begins to wander.”

So that is what they did, through the night and the entirety of the next day. Since then, I have longer period awake. Yet each of those times it was during an emergency, when my attention was on something other than being tired. But during that night and day there were no weightier distractions to push tiredness aside. It ended up being a most surreal experience, filled with discussions about everything and nothing, periods of songs, drinking a most foul herbal drink, that always drove away some of the sleep, and physical activity. Some of it was almost normal, like when we talked of our lives or told stories or they quizzed me on aspects of the Annals. Other parts are hard to believe, such as the game of tag that we played with five guards in the main hall of the Tabernacle, empty except for the bier upon which bodies rested during the service to send their spirits to Aredente. I still find it hard to believe the childish fun that we had in the late night, just before the rise of the sun, in a place usually so somber.

This too I witnessed, when I joined the Priestesses in the choir loft as they joined their brothers and sisters to sing the songs of mourning for the five people whose spirits were sent forth on that day. And though I did not sing, I shed tears of sympathy for each passing and for those who were left behind to grieve.

After the last of these ceremonies was the most difficult. Saddened and tired, I just wanted to lie down and sleep, but it was time to begin our final preparations. Taking me to a bathing room they had me undress and bathe, a bath unlike the ones I had experienced with Kesa, for it had not been heated. The shock of its coldness forced me awake, then without scented soap or oils I cleaned myself, washing away the scents that served as an attachment to life. Finished, Ceniel helped me dry my body with a towel while Elibeth with a murmured spell brushed her hand through my hair, leaving it dry.

Cleansed, Elibeth quickly braided my hair in a fashion similar to her own after which Ceniel helped me into a white robe of the softest wool. A robe that was the same as I had seen five others wear that day, with sleeves draping and cinched at the waist by a long, white, silken cord. They then offered me a final drink before we moved into main hall.

However, I soon realized that the drink was different. Instead of awakening, it pushed me closer to sleep, for the people who were there, to observe, blurred and became shades of themselves. By the time we reached the bier I was asleep on my feet, putting up no struggle when four priests approached and lifted me to lie on the hard, marble bier. I tried to jokingly ask if this was my funeral, but nobody heard my words, for they had not been spoken. Everything seemed so far away, the observers, or were they mourners, even the man in white who stood above me and held my hand, though I felt in not. Nor did I hear him chant, even if it seemed lips slowly moved

Then he became real, I could feel his hand upon mine and hear his words. Now I stood beside him, no longer lying upon the bier. When I looked around I saw that we were still in the hall, though alone. Looking up at he, who I guessed to be the Curate Leonide, I asked, “What is happening?”

“We are now in a place not of our world child, though not in Aredente’s realm either. Call it my God’s antechamber if you will, it is here that we can speak to the dead. All that we need is for you to call Darrel Haubanks.”

“How do I do that Sir?”

“The same way you would call someone of the living.”

Hesitantly, unsure, I called, “Darrel, Darrel the Roamer, I would speak to you.”

When nothing happened, I looked again at the curate who gestured towards the door. As I watched it opened, from a dark gloom shuffled a figure that soon became discernible as Darrel. Unlike Karnigan, his appearance was not glorious. His skin was of a greyish pallor and his head drooped down to lay upon a shoulder, forcing him to look sideways at us. But in his eyes there was recognition and hate, which caused him to snarl, “What do you want Sweetmeat? What nasty trick are you going to play on Darrel now?”

Before I could answer the curate squeezed my hand and said, “Speak not child. Darell Haubanks it is not for you to ask questions, you are here to provide answers.”

“Very well whiterobe, but don’t expect me to nod. The bitch made it so can’t do that anymore, you know I really do hate her.”

“Is there anybody you do not hate Darrel Haubanks?”

“A good point. Now what is your question, with death my patience has become even worse.”

“We seek the name of your contact in Glanlies.”

“Ahh, you still haven’t found him. But then I am not surprised, snakes are always good at hiding.”

“Give us his name.”

“Why should I?”

“Because if you do, then he will share your fate. You wouldn’t want him to go free while you suffer, would you?”

Darrel smiled, a grisly smile, “You know me too well, don’t you. Very well, his name is Vernor Gralien.”

“Who?” I could not stop myself from exclaiming, for it was not the expected name. It was supposed to be Overmage Tison. Had I misjudged?

“Not the name you were expecting, is it Sweetmeat?”

“Enough villain. Do you lie?”

“No whiterobe, I do not lie. Vernor Gralien is who you want.” Then looking directly at me, seeing my anguished surprise, he finished by saying, “Who knew the truth could be such a pointed weapon.”

With those words he turned and shuffled back through the door from which he had come. Leaving me to ask myself. ‘Had I made the wrong choice?’

There was no time to answer, for as the door closed we were whisked back to the real hall. Briefly I saw the observers, but before my thoughts could align I fell asleep upon the bier.

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The question was still there upon my next awakening in my room, at the Deglace mansion. For a moment I was crushed by what a horrible mistake I had made, but then logic made itself known. I remembered that I had made my choice before coming to believe that Overmage Tison was the villain whom Darrel would finger. My reasons against dealing with Karnigan had not changed, any price he asked would still be too high. So no, nothing I had learned led me to be sure that I had made a wrong choice.

Still I could not deny that I had hoped that it would be Tison. I had convinced myself that he was not to be trusted, that he was up to something. It would have been so much better to tidily wrap it up with him as Darrel’s ally. I was wrong, but unwilling to admit that I was totally wrong. Tison and Karnigan were still after something and they would receive no help from me.

Realizing that I did not want to think on it any more, that I did not want to doubt my choice, I got out of bed. Considering what to wear, I decided instead to head to the bath. That was always a good choice.

I worried not, well mostly worried not, about my choice during the final few days of my first visit to Glanlies. Instead I moved wholeheartedly into the preparation for the next part of my life. I learned that Clara would accompany the Mistress back to Elladoo Post, while I would journey North with the wagon train of supplies and goods. This decision was made for a few reasons. Most importantly the route the two women were to take was quicker and the Post was in greater need of their skills than of mine. Plus they felt that it would give me a good opportunity to get some command experience, though I was cautioned to listen to the senior wagoneer and corporal.

However, another reason to send me with the wagon train was that the mistress was concerned about taking me through Corels. If I had been successful in my quest to return to maledom it would have been one thing, but we worried that my enemies, who had retreated, not been vanquished, would once more stir up trouble. Worry not though, I had learned my lesson and spent a full afternoon scribing a hand-cramp-inducing letter, explaining all that had happened within Glanlies, my choice and why we decided to keep me from Corels. Not waiting for the mistress to deliver it to my parents during her passage, I posted it with a service that delivered correspondence between the two cities.

That evening Madame Deglace took the opportunity to test out Priestess Desmona’s spell. It was rather amazing, all I needed to do was change my earrings and soon the rest would match, only needing to remove them to make them turn back to their normal state. No matter what she had me try, jewel or metal, the rest would take on the same style. She felt that the magic would come in handy, thinking that all she needed to do was find some earrings she liked and I could show her what matched. After all, she felt that there couldn’t be a better designer of jewelry then Asolde.

Clara and I also took the opportunity to pick up the items that we had earlier ordered. Most of it I was quite happy with, specially a beautifully made pair of black, riding boots, which came over my knees and had a jaunty flap I could fold down or tie around my thighs when I rode in the rain.

I was less pleased with the three pairs of leather breeches, made of deerskin, including a reinforcing panel for the inner thighs and the crotch. They were well suited for days in the saddle. I just was not prepared for how very tight they would be after I tied the thongs closed at the sides. Used as I had become to having my cleavage on display, the lower part of my body had been mostly hidden by long skirts. Nothing was hidden by the breeches

Standing in shock after pulling on the first pair I heard Clara whistle and laughingly say, “Good thing it is impossible for you to put on weight Drake. For if you put on another pound, I don’t think you would be able to squeeze into those breeches.”

“What do I do Clara, they are way too tight. Will the leather worker change them for me.”

“No you can’t ask that Drake, they’re exactly as I told her to make them.”

“Why did you do that?” I whined.

“That’s the way I thought you liked them, I know you always pay close attention to mine when I wear them.”

“But yours aren’t this tight,” I protested, not realizing I condemned myself in my own defense.

Grinning evilly Clara answered, “True, but then I do gain weight. Not like you, you lucky girl.”

The breeches were a minor setback, a bigger one came when we learned that Mary had also made a choice. Always having disliked the life at Elladoo Post, she finally decided to retire and stay with her family in Glanlies. Having so recently made her my friend, I was saddened to learn that we would be apart. Still Mary’s decision was harder on Mistress Elladoo, who had relied on her support for years and needed to choose a new maidservant, sadly not Sophie, before she returned to the North.

With that choice made, supplies collected and wagon train loaded, it was time for us to return to where we belonged. So four days after waking from seeing Darrel, Sophie helped me get ready one last time. She had found a pair of small silver hoops that resulted in simple bands around my fingers, toes, and at my forehead. I liked how small it made the diadem, being hardly noticeable when Sophie pulled my hair into a long, tight braid, one she hoped would last for most of my trip North. Then I dressed, pulling on a pair of my tight, knee-length breeches and my new riding boots, then topping it off with a blowsy white shirt and a leather bodice that provided the additional support I needed while on horseback.

Dressed, I hugged and thanked Sophie for the support, before heading for the main door. There I found Mistress Elladoo and Julion waiting to wish me good bye, the Lord and Lady having done the same the night before. Though, before they had gone to bed, they had extracted a promise that I would return for the winter, a time which was slow at the Post. Madame wanted to explore the jewelry business and hinted once more at the Winter Festival, meanwhile Lord Deglace let me know that he wanted to test his theory about some of those with whom he negotiated.

I said good bye to Julion first, upon which he wrapped me in tight hug, telling me, “Come back soon Ducky, we still have many plots to plot and plans to plan.”

“I will, you know that your parents think I should return in the winter.”

“You really must. And you really must promise to wear these breeches again, I do so enjoy how they look.” This last had been whispered in my ear, but the fact that he let a hand wander down to rub the part of those breeches covering my bum made his words a secret hard to keep.

“Julion!” His sister admonished, “Unhand my apprentice, what would your betrothed think?”

“Don’t worry sister mine. She knows that Drake is my new partner in crime, I mean good deeds, and would understand that we need a secret handshake.”

Knowing I would miss his good humour I joined the joke by returning the favour, then in a feeling of mischief I stood upon my toes and gave him a peck on the cheek, “I’ll miss you partner.”

“You two! Come here Dra’e before my brother corrupts you any further.”

In this hug I was the taller and the whisperer, “Thank you for everything Milady. I needed all the support you have provided.”

“It was the least I could do Dra’e, but will you be alright on your own?”

“I won’t be alone Ma’am. Jimi and Stork will look after me, plus Thomsa and Deagel will make sure nothing happens.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think so.”

“Very well then, I will see you soon.”

This time it was I who received the peck on the cheek. With a word of thanks to Johnson, I was through the door and joined Jimi and Stork who waited with horses, including Clara’s horse, Beauty, that I was to ride. Helping me into my new saddle, Stork ducked away from my swing when he pinched my bottom and laughingly mounted his own horse.

Then the princess and her lapdogs rode North.

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The final piece of this tale occurred after I had left Glanlies and returned to the North. In fact it did not even occur in the city instead it along the coast that Vernor Gralien was tracked down in a shack, passed out drunk. Captured and broken, he had confessed to everything, right back to helping Darrel in the rapes that had initiated that unworthy’s roaming. It took the presiding Deacon of Jiringel little time to decide Gralien’s fate and within a day he was decorating the end of a gibbet.

As for me, I and everybody working at Elladoo and Many Song Post had a busy summer. We needed to perform our regular tasks, but had many others thrust upon us. It meant that I spent a lot of time aboard a horse breaking in my new tack and leather breeches.

Maybe I will find time to write of those days and of other adventures that were to follow, but for now my contract with the Asthelhorne Monthly Biography Journal is complete. After their successful run of Great Villain Journals, which included the stories of Darrel and Vernor’s lifes, they felt some would find it interesting to read how my life impacted theirs. Whether they hoped I would speak more of those two, I cannot say. But know this, the two men had a smaller impact upon my life than I did on theirs. And in that I am fortunate.

Farewell and as always, enjoy yourself!
     

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