Others simply find their pleasure in another's power and stay there all their lives.Others simply find their pleasure in another's power and stay there all their lives. And some, like myself, find our pleasure in being that source of pleasure." "And having your wants met," Myr said. "That, too," Cyl'Dia smiled. "I expect none of this, Beth'Sany, from you. You are my guest until the Spring. You can be whatever you want... except lazy, I suppose. Whether for my reasons or your own, you will have to aid in the carrying of food and water, cleaning, and chopping of wood. I hope that's acceptable?" I nodded, still a little frightened by the revelation that Darachmod, the city of women, still kept women as slaves. "I understand what is necessary," I said. "Good," Cyl'Dia replied. "Now, let me show you your bed. You'll be sleeping in Myr's room, an arragment she does agree to, right?" "Oh, yes!" Myr replied, grinning. "Easily!" "Good. Then you get her bedding ready. I have to go meet with Captain Dyn'Valas." She stood up again and left, taking a long-coat off the rack as she did so. "Now, come with me," Myr said. "And I'll show you to your room." The house Cyl'Dia lived in was a large space broken up into rooms by taught exapanses of white cloth stretched over frames of wood. |