— Omaya and Mesago help plan the battle and Omaya show’s his friend a book —
Omaya and Mesago walked into the main banqueting hall, filled now with waiting officers. At their head, stood a large map table, and behind it sat Lord Tarian and his brother, Barian. Trays of food and beverages had been placed at one end of the huge, oak table and a chandelier with over a hundred candles swung ever so slightly above it, disturbed by the draft when the two new arrivals had entered. “Take a cup of tea!” Tarian added, gesturing to a tray. “Tea?” Omaya and Mesago said together, astonished. “We’ve just managed to import the first crate,” Barian said. “Zeeland is going up in the world!” “I tasted it once!” Mesago said, sipping from a white, china cup. “Mm.” “Mm,” Omaya repeated. “It’s good. I heard of it. I tasted chocolate once.” “Ah! Chocolate. I haven’t tasted it since I was a kid,” Tarian said. “Where?” “Currency Palace. The Princess gave it to me.” “So you did know her well,” Barian declared. “I was her slave,” Omaya replied. “Pleasure slave!” Mesago murmured, just loud enough for Tarian to hear. Tarian nodded, with set lips but a slight smirk around the corners of his eyes. “And now he’s buying books!” Barian added. “Are you thinking of taking those with you?” Tarian asked. “Yes. To read on lonely evenings.” “Soldiers should never read books!” Barian said. “They say books quicken the mind but slow the hand,” Tarian added. “Though women do the opposite!” Barian said.
— Omaya is woken by Tina, who wants him to try on something new! —
Omaya woke in the morning because Tina was jumping up and down on him. “What’s … going on! What … are … you … doing! Stop!” he cried. “The clothes! They came!” “What clothes?” Omaya asked, when Tina had stopped jumping on him and climbed off the bed.” “These!” Tina said, holding up a sturdy carrying case. They fell off the wagon after it left your friend’s house. Joseph made me swear not to tell you until they found it.” “Clothes? For you?” “No! For you! Look!” Tina held up a white, loose fitting tunic that looked remarkably like the one Mesago had worn. “On no! It’s not warm enough for that! What is it?” “It’s called a toga, but really it’s more like a kaftan. My mum told …” “Yes, I know. Your mum told you. Do I have to wear it?” “Yes. It’s all the fashion now. Put it on!” Omaya felt awkward in the long, flowing toga, but he tried to look relaxed when he left the farmhouse and walked into the yard. He immediately stepped into one of the many puddles in the muddy courtyard and felt the water slop against his shins. Fearing the worst, he looked down and saw mud on his nice, clean toga.
— Mesago meets slavegirl Brenda and Omaya has to whip slavegirl Tina when she sneaks into his room, late one night. —
Omaya raised the whip and struck again, this time on the narrow part of her back, just above her hips. She let out small cry and shuddered. Omaya struck her until he had counted to ten, by which time red marks lined her back from her shoulder blades to the base of her spine. Omaya could resist no longer. “Turn over!” he ordered. “Yes master.” Tina turned over and covered her breasts with her forearms, a reflex that she hadn’t intended. “No!” Omaya said, falling upon her. He began to kiss her breasts, her belly and moved down to use his tongue where she could not resist. Tina moaned softly and closed her eyes. Having satisfied himself that she was moist and ready for him, he moved up to her face and kissed her red lips. Tina opened her eyes and stared into his. He saw her eyes open wider as he entered her and began to move rhythmically up and down, thrusting with all his unspent frustration and desire. He arched his back as he began to climax. Tina gripped his wrists and shuddered, accepting his lifeforce with a fervour that made her grit her teeth and utter: “Oh! Master!” Omaya lay down beside her but after only a few minutes, Tina began to wriggle down to his hips.