The Girl with No Name
Copyright 2013 by Edward -EC-
EC's Erotic Fiction - /~caligula97030/

(warnings: public nudity, sex between adults, corporal punishment, maledom, 
humiliation, war violence, occult, language)

Chapter Twenty-Three – The Nymph

After the celebratory dance had ended and Commander Sáupeckt’s troops had the 
chance to rest, the militia evacuated the camp at daybreak. Danka was amazed by 
how completely the place had been stripped when she had the chance to see it in 
the light. She put on her skirt, but her squad leader ordered her to take it off and 
hand it to another nymph who had, up until that moment, been naked. Danka 
already had noticed that one of her companions had been wearing nothing but her 
boots, but didn’t have time to ask why during the previous day’s fighting. It 
turned out the newest member of any squad among the Defenders, male or female, 
had to endure an initiation process which included not wearing any clothing, to 
symbolically strip the recruit of their previous life and to identify that person to 
the world as “the newcomer”. Squad leader Oana, irritated that Danka was a 
slave-owner, did not order Isauria to give up her skirt. Oana justified the decision 
by telling Danka that, since Isauria was only an apprentice, the initiation rule did 
not apply to her. It was a humbling experience for Danka to be naked while 
Isauria stayed dressed, partially intended to force Danka and Isauria to see each 
other as equals.

Danka did not have much time to think about her nudity. She and Isauria spent the 
end of August and the first half of September following Oana and the rest of her 
squad of nymphs, going from one skirmish against the Kingdom's soldiers to 
another. There were so many raids that she lost count, all of them seemingly the 
same. Oana’s squad provided cover for the men during the initial attack, then fell 
back to a secondary ambush location to launch a quick series of volleys of bolts at 
the enemy. When the Defenders' men moved to the next ambush site, the archers 
fired again to cover their movements, then ran away at full speed through an 
escape route already selected by their squad leader. 

In spite of the initiation requirement, Oana quickly earned the respect of Danka. 
She knew the countryside in detail and knew how to support the men while 
minimizing risk to her own squad members. Every day she inspected her 
subordinates and looked over their bodies and equipment. She conducted frequent 
drills and target practice; making sure that each of her women knew her role in 
every operation, how to withdraw from a possible defeat without panicking, and 
how to maximize cover for not only the men, but also for the other squad 
members. She knew some forest survival and concealment techniques that Danka 
had not yet learned. 

When Oana discovered that Danka had been a Follower of the Ancients, she 
interrogated the newcomer about her knowledge of both medicine and foraging, 
making note of things she did not yet know. She then ordered Danka to share her 
knowledge with the others. The Defenders seemed more appreciative of Danka’s 
information than had been the women of Malénkta-Gordnáckta, partly because 
she did not repeat her mistake of trying to impose her religious beliefs on anyone.

The squad members completely accepted Danka as part of their group as soon as 
she proved herself with her crossbow and her knowledge. She was much more 
valuable than most recruits and enjoyed the respect of her peers, something she 
had not experienced since she had been with the Followers of the Ancients. She 
fit in so much that the others regretted that she had to run around as a naked 
recruit, but like everyone else, she had to endure the initiation routine and would 
get her skirt back only when Oana managed to recruit a newer member for her 
squad.

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Commander Sáupeckt’s main responsibility was to safeguard the southern 
approaches to three settlements of Danubian homesteaders who had set up their 
farms a decade before. The villages were isolated, wretched places, but vital to the 
well-being of the Danubian militia because of the food they produced. As 
September passed and the villagers harvested their grain, the Defenders needed to 
hold off several attacks from the Lord of the Blue Moon. The enemy commanders 
already knew about the villages and occasionally had made half-hearted attempts 
to destroy them. Danka’s raid against the logging camp and the follow-up raid on 
the wagon team were considered provocations, thus making the enemy more 
determined than ever to attack the villages in retaliation.  

Commander Sáupeckt normally led a force of 80 raiders. However, the fighters 
under his command could vary between 40 and 200, depending on what was 
happening along the border at that moment. As soon as Commander Sáupeckt saw 
the dead loggers, he dispatched messengers to the other area commanders 
explaining what happened and that the focus of the fighting was about to shift to 
protecting the settlements against a sustained attack from the south. Within days 
after Danka's raid, he had 200 militia members under his command: the 80 troops 
who were permanently under his control, plus 120 other militia members who had 
been lent to him by other commanders. Commander Sáupeckt’s counterpart, who 
was guarding the eastern approaches to the villages, also commanded a temporary 
force of 200 militia members.

The most serious incursion took place during the week of the Fall Equinox, when 
several companies of foreign musket men marched towards the settlements. The 
Danubian militia fought with desperation and there were numerous casualties on 
both sides. The enemy’s advance certainly was slowed, but the column was too 
large to force back. By September 22, the Blue Moon troops were less than a 
day’s journey from the settlements. Assuming they took the area and burnt the 
harvest, the Danubians would have a very hard time campaigning in that region 
over the following year due to lack of food. 

Weather came to the Defenders’ aid that night, in a manner similar to the way it 
aided the Grand Duke two years before in the hills surrounding the border fortress 
in Iyóshnyakt-Krepóckt. A heavy thunderstorm swept over the area, making the 
Blue Moons’ muskets almost useless. Commander Sáupeckt ordered a full-scale 
midnight assault in the middle of the storm, which turned into a bloody melee of 
hand-to-hand clashes. The Defenders sustained heavy casualties, but the situation 
was completely to their advantage. They knew the area, were used to fighting in 
the forest, and had trained to fight in the dark. By daybreak the numerical 
advantage of the Blue Moon troops was greatly reduced.

As soon there was enough light, the Defenders withdrew, trying to take as many 
of their injured as possible. Still, dozens of Danubians had been taken captive. 
The prisoners would be impaled if they could not be quickly rescued, so 
Commander Sáupeckt needed to press the next attack. The Danubians launched a 
follow-up assault with every crossbow they had available. Although the 
crossbows were less effective in wet conditions, at least they functioned. The 
return fire from the waterlogged muskets was only sporadic. The continuing rain 
put the enemy at a huge disadvantage.

Oana led her squad very close to an enemy squad of musketeers. Danka felt the 
short range was reckless, but her leader wanted to make sure every crossbow 
found its target. Danka’s doubts seemed vindicated when the woman fighting next 
her took a fatal musket-ball to the chest. However, the enemy squad was 
completely wiped out after the second volley of bolts. By mid-morning the 
commander of the Blue Moon column realized he was not going to be able to 
continue advancing. In fact, he would be very lucky if he managed to return to the 
Kingdom of the Moon with his remaining men. 

The enemy commander knew enough about the Danubians and their concept of 
honor that he was able to arrange a retreat. He left some of the Danubian prisoners 
tied up but alive as his troops pulled back. To abandon prisoners instead of 
impaling them was considered a humiliation for a commander from the Kingdom 
of the Moon, but this particular opponent was more worried about having his 
troops surviving to fight another day than a personal humiliation. As the Blue 
Moon troops departed further south, they left behind more captives. Over the next 
two days, the Blue Moon troops continued their slow withdrawal with the 
Defenders surrounding them, but withholding another attack in anticipation of 
having more prisoners left behind.

The Danubians were grateful enough for the gesture that they did not launch any 
further assaults. The enemy soldiers forded the river, with their commander 
standing on the Danubian bank, watching his men complete their retreat. The five 
final Danubian prisoners were left on the northern shore with their hands tied. As 
soon as the last of the defeated troops crossed, the enemy commander concluded 
the withdrawal by shooting himself in the head. He didn’t have much choice: had 
he crossed back into the Kingdom of the Moon, it was likely he would have been 
arrested and impaled as soon as the Lord of the Blue Moon was made aware of 
the defeat.

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Danka did not have the opportunity to see the final part of the battle and the 
release of the prisoners. There was a second casualty from Oana’s squad, a nymph 
who had been injured in one of her shoulders by a musket-ball. It was fortunate 
the ball missed her collarbone, but there was a huge risk of bleeding and infection. 
Because Oana knew that Danka had medical training, she placed her in charge of 
the injured woman and allowed her to take Isauria as her messenger and assistant. 
For the entire day Isauria was frantically scouring the woods for herbs and 
keeping a pot of boiling water so her mistress could prepare disinfectant. The 
squad members crowded around as Danka sedated her companion, removed the 
musket-ball, cleaned out the wound, applied her improvised disinfectant, and did 
what she could to prevent excessive bleeding. She fed the patient a weird mold 
solution which, to everyone’s surprise, actually worked. Within three days it was 
apparent Oana’s squad member would survive, recover, and eventually return to 
service, although she’d have a nasty scar on her chest for the rest of her existence 
in the Realm of the Living.

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Fall was quickly approaching, which meant the end to fighting for the year. 
Commander Sáupeckt released his temporary troops to their permanent units and 
the focus of his unit’s activities would be surviving the winter. The majority of 
the Defenders of the Duchy would pull back from the border and return to their 
main winter quarters to rest, repair their weapons and build new ones, and train 
for the following year’s battles.

Before departing from the conflict zone, the Defenders converged on the largest 
of the three villages to bury their dead, organize captured weapons, feast, and 
celebrate their victory. The village included a cemetery containing hundreds of 
recent graves. The question of how such a small settlement could have so many 
dead was easily answered when Danka saw 77 new graves and 77 corpses ready 
to fill them. The recent battle had been particularly bloody: a tenth of the 
Defenders participating in it had been killed and another tenth had been wounded 
and were recovering. Each squad was responsible for the funeral of its own 
casualties: there was not enough time for all the Defenders to honor everyone who 
was being buried.

Oana’s squad had to bury the woman who had been killed in front of Danka. The 
squad’s newest member had to accept the fact she was indirectly responsible for 
her death, because it was the attack on the logging camp that provoked the Lord 
of the Blue Moon’s troops to invade and attempt to destroy the villages. Oana 
emphasized that point by ordering Danka to place a mirror in the corpse’s hands, 
which she would hold up before the Creator when facing judgment in the Afterlife.

Danka tried to push aside the guilt by justifying to herself what had happened. 
Yes, the villages had been attacked, but wasn’t that inevitable anyway? And… 
didn’t the Defenders win? Weren’t the settlements even safer than they had been 
before? And… hadn’t she been the one to save another of her companions by 
successfully operating on her? Hadn’t she fought bravely and killed several of the 
enemy? So… there was nothing for her to feel guilty about. She had more than 
redeemed herself. And yet…as she looked at her dead companion for the last time, 
a young peasant woman whose time in the Realm of the Living had been cut short, 
Danka could not completely suppress her feelings of remorse. She didn’t feel any 
guilt about the Kingdom of the Moon’s troops, but she did feel bad about her 
Danubian companion.

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When Oana’s squad left the cemetery to bathe and indulge themselves in a 
spiritual cleansing ceremony, they passed the village square, which contained an 
enormous funeral pyre built to dispose of the Kingdom of the Moon’s casualties. 
There were more than a hundred enemy corpses piled in the square, plus dozens 
of severed heads taken from enemy bodies that had been killed too far from the 
villages to be transported intact. 

The respect given to the Danubian dead was totally lacking for the enemy corpses. 
As the villagers and lower-ranking men among the Defenders prepared the funeral 
pyre, the local children curiously poked at the heads, jammed sticks into their 
eyes, and rolled them around in the dirt. No one faulted the children for their 
disrespect: had the Defenders lost and had those kids been captured, they would 
have been impaled by the men who were now lying dead, most likely in front of 
their mothers.

Oana’s squad-members found a safe place to stash their weapons and clothing and, 
like all of the women among the Defenders, completely stripped in anticipation of 
the upcoming ceremony. It was the role of the women to dance in honor of the 
Destroyer while the men stoked the pyre with corpses. It was the first time that 
Danka fully understood she and her companions were indeed dancing to honor the 
Destroyer, not the Creator, nor the Ancients. Oana noted the worry and doubt in 
her recruit’s face concerning doing anything to honor “the Profane One”. Danka 
had been a Follower of the Ancients, so her hostility towards the Destroyer would 
be especially intense. Oana took Danka aside while the other women indulged in 
ale to prepare themselves for the dance.

“Everything you see here…and everything that we’ve accomplished…is because 
the Destroyer helped us. This is war…and it was the Destroyer who brought war 
to the Realm of the Living. To honor the Creator for this victory would be like 
thanking the village potter for a sword given to you by the village blacksmith.”

“But… the Grand Duke… he conducted war… I was with him in Hórkustk Ris… 
Sumy Ris… Iyóshnyakt-Krepóckt… and he… never honored the Destroyer.”

“I wouldn’t know about that. I never met His Majesty. I can only tell you that here 
- we are honest with ourselves and the spirit who determines our Path in Life. 
That spirit is the Destroyer.”

“I’m not going to submit to the Profane One. I will not…”

“Oh yes you will. You already have. The Destroyer owns you… just like the 
Destroyer owns me and everyone else in this campaign. We have to honor the 
Destroyer and serve the Destroyer. If we don’t, the Destroyer will simply find 
someone else to serve the cause of destruction, and instead of us destroying the 
lives of others, we will be destroyed… and if that happens, the Duchy will be 
destroyed. No one is asking you to love the Destroyer. The Destroyer cannot be 
loved because the Destroyer will never bring you any joy. But as a nymph and a 
member of my squad, you must honor the Destroyer. We all must. It is our Path in 
Life.”

“But…what about…what about when we hold up our mirror before the Creator? 
How can we justify…”

“We can’t justify any of our actions before the Creator. We will suffer for what 
we’ve done. I’ve already told you the Destroyer brings no joy, and that will be 
true many times over after our souls separate from our bodies. But that is our Path 
in Life. At least we’re being honest about it. Most people spend their time in the 
Realm of the Living serving the Destroyer simply for their own pleasure, but are 
not honest about it at all, not even to themselves.”

Danka said nothing more. She and Isauria joined the other naked nymphs as they 
knelt in front of the funeral pyre. While it was being lit, the poorly dressed Priest 
gave thanks to the Destroyer. The women responded to each of his lines with a 
wailing chant. When the burning of the bodies got underway, dozens of women 
and girls began dancing while the drummers and flutists played in the dark. 
Nymphs and villagers, young and old, mothers and daughters, danced for hours as 
the fire illuminated their bare sweaty figures and the sinister drums beat in 
celebration of death. The destruction of the foreigners’ bodies took hours as the 
smell of burning flesh permeated the entire area. After all the corpses were burnt, 
the exhausted Defenders remembered the pile of severed heads and tossed them 
into the pyre as an afterthought.

The burning, dancing, and chanting continued throughout the night. Danka was 
disgusted with herself as she joined the others dancing with her uncovered body 
and singing with her exhausted voice. So… the Destroyer had won after-all. She 
should have known that it was the Destroyer who had laid out her destiny… her 
Path in Life. The Destroyer had taken the trouble to visit her and tell her that 
reality many times over, but she had refused to believe it. The Ancients were 
nowhere in sight. Like everyone else in the Realm of the Living, the Ancients had 
forsaken her.

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Before departing for the winter headquarters, the Defenders bathed in preparation 
for the journey that lay ahead. For the women, bathing included cleaning and re-
braiding their hair. Normally Danka tasked Isauria with arranging her braids. 
However, while she and her slave were relaxing in the water, Oana came up to 
Danka and dismissed the adolescent. Oana would wash and braid her hair with the 
new recruit, which was an honor considering that Danka had been under her 
command for only a few weeks. 

As they washed each other’s hair, the two women talked about the recent fighting, 
the squad member who had been killed, and Danka’s medical training. Oana 
provided Danka with some additional details of the history of the southern border, 
describing how the Defenders had organized in 1752 in anticipation of the 
growing conflict in neighboring Hórkustk Ris province. As they talked, Danka 
was able to update and correct some of Oana’s information about the siege of the 
city and its subsequent destruction. 

Eventually the squad leader moved to the topic she needed to discuss with Danka: 
the fact she owned a slave and that slavery was prohibited among the Defenders 
of the Duchy. Danka responded by explaining why she had taken ownership of 
Isauria and that it was not her intention to keep her collared indefinitely.

“Then you should be very happy to hear that we have a blacksmith who knows 
how to remove slave collars. Your servant cannot keep her collar in the winter 
camp. Within a day of our return, I expect you to take your girl to the blacksmith 
and get the collar off her neck. What you decide to tell her about it will be up to 
you.”

Danka thought about how to explain de-collaring to her servant. Finally she 
decided the best way to handle Isauria’s situation would be to formally 
emancipate her.

“I’d like for her to pay me for her slave-owner’s certificate, to purchase her 
freedom. I’ll take my name off the paper and put hers on it. Then she’ll own 
herself and no one will be able to challenge the legality of her freedom.”

“Does she have any money?”

“No, of course she doesn’t. Until a month ago, I didn’t have any money. Now I 
do… some silver and copper from the loggers.”

“Then here’s a thought. Why don’t you give me the money she’ll need to 
purchase her certificate? I’ll pay her for her service over the past month plus her 
wages for next year, and then she can pay you to purchase herself.”

“Pay you… to pay her… to pay me…”

“Yes.”

“But I did spend three-and-a-half gold to buy her. That was my own money… it 
was all I had… from a property title I sold.”

“And, as I understand, you’ve since earned it back. Or at least most of it. So 
there’s no problem…”

“No. I suppose there’s no problem.”

“Then give me all your coins. I’ll borrow whatever’s missing from the 
commander. You’ll have your part of the money returned when you surrender 
your servant’s paper.”

When Oana finished braiding Danka’s hair, the two women emerged from the 
water and dried each other’s bodies. Danka then retrieved her coin-purse and 
emptied out the stash of coins taken from the logging camp. There were 14 silver 
pieces and 18 copper coins altogether. She handed them to her commander. Thus, 
she had to give up any hope of somehow recovering part of the gold she had 
originally invested in Isauria when she purchased her.

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For the trip into the mountains, Oana temporarily returned Danka’s donkey to use 
as a pack animal. Danka and Isauria loaded all of their weapons and campaign 
supplies onto the beast. Danka decided to allow the girl to ride as well, given that 
she was not very heavy and there was no point wearing her out unnecessarily. So, 
the quiet dark-haired servant rode perched on top of the animal while Danka took 
turns leading him with another member of her squad. As her squad’s new recruit, 
Danka remained naked, even though the weather no longer was suited for being 
undressed. Although in the fall it was customary for nymphs to wear capes, Oana 
and the other squad members remained topless. They did so in solidarity with 
their newest companion, since by custom Danka would not be able to get dressed 
until she had arrived at the winter encampment. 

Chilly breezes whipped around the long column of Defenders when they left the 
settlements and traveled upstream towards their seasonal destination. As she 
walked and shivered in the increasingly cold air, Danka had the consolation of 
knowing where and how she and Isauria would spend the winter. They would be 
in a warm, safe place with plenty to eat. However, the independent life she had 
hoped for would elude her. Her existence would revolve around the needs of Oana 
and the other nymphs, preparing for the next summer’s campaign… and, of 
course, the whims of the Destroyer.

The settlement turned out to be more comfortable than Danka had anticipated. At 
first glance it appeared to be very little: nothing more than some obscure huts 
scattered around a wooded hillside. However, the huts were spread over a large 
area, some of which had hidden passageways in their floors. The tunnels lead to a 
large natural cave, in which the Defenders kept their weapons, food, supplies, and 
records. The cave’s temperature was constant throughout the year: it was cold 
inside but never close to freezing. Best of all, the stream that had formed the 
cavern provided the Defenders a steady and unlimited supply of pure water. The 
Defenders did not actually live in the cave, because they knew that too many 
occupants at a time would spoil the air inside. However, as a place to safeguard 
their food and belongings, the cavern served the militia much better than any 
man-made structure.

Danka reported to the squad’s bunkhouse and selected a bunk large enough to 
accommodate both herself and her ward. There was nothing unusual about the 
arrangement, since most of the nymphs had a sleeping partner to conserve warmth 
during cold weather. They would be fairly comfortable over the winter: instead of 
sharing a cramped bedroll on hard ground, they’d be sleeping on a real mattress 
with real blankets. Isauria made the bed on the assumption she’d be sharing it 
with Danka.

Oana showed up at the door and directed Danka to go into the cave, find her 
belongings, and retrieve Isauria’s slave certificate. To her enormous relief, her 
bucket and its contents were intact, including the Merchants’ Guild collar, her 
writings and notes, and her supply of blue powder and birth-control paste. Oh 
yes… birth control paste. She’d need that for herself, because with all the young 
men running around, it was inevitable that she’d have a sexual relationship with at 
least one of them. Equally important would be her ability to supply her fellow 
squad-members with the paste. Babies were not welcome intruders in the lives of 
Oana’s squad, so anything that could safely prevent them would be very welcome 
among her peers. 

When Danka emerged with the paper, she saw her squad leader talking to Isauria 
and handing her a bag of coins. The girl looked very nervous at the thought of 
holding so much money. Oana gave Danka a look clearly signaling that she 
needed to resolve Isauria’s slavery situation immediately. She exchanged salutes 
with the girl and walked towards the blacksmith’s hut. 

Danka approached her servant and handed her the paper.

“Servant Isauria, do you know what this paper is?”

“Yes, Mistress Danka. It’s… the proof… the proof that you own me.”

“Well, in a moment it’s going to be yours. The only owner you will have will be 
yourself. Oana paid your wages, and you’ll use that money to buy yourself from 
me.”

“You… don’t want me… as your servant, Mistress?”

“No. I never wanted you as my servant. I only bought you to take you away from 
Master Nowáckt. He dishonored himself with his treatment of you, and I wanted 
to put a stop to it before I left Alexándrekt Buláshckt’s house. The only way I 
could do that was to take you with me, and the only way I could take you with me 
was to buy you. So, that’s what I did. Now, you have the money to pay me back. 
As soon as that happens, you’ll receive your certificate and I’ll take you to the 
blacksmith to remove your collar. Then, you’ll be just like anyone else in the 
Duchy.”

Danka paused and continued: “Actually, you won’t really be free, not in the way I 
was hoping. We’ve both been drafted into the militia and you’ll be under Oana’s 
command. That’s why she paid you for service you have not yet performed. I’m 
just a member of her squad. You’re just a member of her squad. That’ll be our 
Path in Life until Commander Sáupeckt releases us… or, until we’re killed in 
battle.”

Isauria didn’t know how to respond. It was obvious she was not at all happy about 
being emancipated, that in fact she was extremely scared. She was used to being 
Danka’s ward, used to following Danka’s orders, and used to living under 
Danka’s protection. She had her assigned place in society and really had not given 
much thought about the future. The idea of living alone in a country she still 
considered enemy territory totally frightened her. Danka realized she needed to 
reassure her.

“Obviously you’re a bit young to be on your own; although I was just a couple of 
years older then you are when I started my travels. I’d imagine you’ll join the 
squad as an apprentice, and I’ll be the one responsible for training you. So… I’m 
not completely done dealing with you, Apprentice Isauria. Apprentice Isauria. 
That’s now your title, and it’s what I’ll be calling you. My title is different as well. 
I’m now a Defender of the Duchy, so you’ll call me Defender Síluckt.”

Danka led her servant to the blacksmith’s hut, which was one of the few 
structures in the area made from stone instead of wood. Commander Sáupeckt, the 
ragged Priest, a scribe, Oana, and three squad members were waiting for her. The 
blacksmith directed Isauria to lie on a table that had a vice at one end. He 
positioned her so that her collar could be clamped into the vice, examined the 
latch and locking mechanism, and selected a metal punch he would drive into the 
latch to break it. He tapped the punch several times with a hammer, pried at it, 
and slipped a thin wedge into a narrow opening that he had created in the collar. 
Two more taps of the hammer, more prying, and the device opened up. Isauria sat 
up and with her fingertips explored her newly exposed neck, which was stained 
from the collar’s metal. The blacksmith tossed the broken collar into a pile of 
scrap iron.

The scribe laid out Isauria’s original slave bill-of-sale and added a line that Isauria 
had paid 35 silver pieces (the equivalent of three-and-a-half gold) to purchase her 
freedom from the peasant Danka Síluckt. Oana ordered Isauria to hand over 35 
silver coins and Danka to count them in front of everyone present. Isauria and 
Danka signed the certificate, with Danka’s commander, squad leader, and three 
nymphs signing as official witnesses. The scribe had prepared a copy of the 
transaction for the Defenders’ permanent records, which everyone present had to 
sign before it was stamped. To make absolutely sure there was no doubt in 
anyone’s mind that Danka was surrendering her claim of ownership over Isauria, 
she had to kneel before the Priest and swear that she had accepted the coins as 
payment for Isauria’s slave certificate. 

Danka later found out that Oana had made the emancipation arrangement to 
obligate not only her, but also Isauria, into years of service. The nymphs received 
a silver piece for each month they served, which was a respectable wage for a 
lower-class Danubian, especially a woman. Isauria’s sale price was the equivalent 
of 35 silver pieces, paid in advance so she could purchase her slave certificate. 
The arrangement forced her to borrow the money against her future earnings, 
obligating her to remain with the Defenders for 35 months until the debt was paid 
off. A detail left out of the written agreement was that Danka would only keep 16 
of the silver coins. The rest would have to be returned to her squad leader, who in 
turn would return them to the encampment’s paymaster.

When Danka left the blacksmith’s hut, Isauria followed her, unsure what else she 
should do. Oana carefully observed the girl’s behavior to determine whether to 
leave her with her former mistress or to appoint her as an apprentice directly 
under her command. Collar or no collar, it seemed Isauria felt more comfortable 
staying with Danka. So… at least for the time-being, Danka would remain more 
in charge of Isauria than anyone else.

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By October 1, the weather was cold enough that remaining naked was no longer 
and option for any of the Defenders. Therefore, Oana ordered Danka and Isauria 
to pick up their winter uniforms, which consisted of a wool tunic and trousers. As 
much as she was used to running around in the nude, Danka was very happy to 
finally be protect herself from the elements and the increasingly frigid nights. 

The Defenders passed October hauling in food and preparing it for preservation 
over the winter. As newcomers, Danka and Isauria had to report to the cooks to 
assist in meal preparation, to learn the process of food preservation, and to share 
any new ideas or recipes. The cooks were very interested in Danka’s knowledge 
of spices and herbs, some of which they previously had not known. They 
instructed the newcomers to find and bring in samples, so Danka and Isauria spent 
much of October foraging, which was fine with them. It was much better to be 
wandering the woods than to be stuck in a smoke-filled kitchen.

Danka and Isauria rarely foraged in the woods alone. Usually one or more of 
Oana’s other squad members accompanied them to learn what Danka could teach 
about finding roots and mushrooms. Whenever they were near a stream or pond, 
the women relaxed while Isauria fished. Danka put forth the effort to know and 
get along with her peers. 

Many of Oana’s squad members were from the Vice Duchy of Rika Chorna, so 
they were able to provide Danka with information about a region which she had 
never seen and was still a mystery to her. For a woman who had lived 
independently, the new information did not make Rika Chorna sound appealing. It 
seemed that women in the eastern valley did not have nearly as much freedom or 
as many rights as women in the western valley. For example, women could not 
purchase property, only inherit it, and even then they could inherit land only if a 
close male relative was not available as an heir. The entire region was loyal to the 
True Believer faction of the Danubian Church, so women’s access to the 
Priesthood was as restricted as their access to property. Priestesses did exist in the 
eastern valley, but they only held moral authority over other women and were 
required to lead lives of celibacy. Priests were married, but never to Priestesses. 
Marriage restrictions for young women were even more restricted in the east than 
in the west. Two of Danka's peers openly admitted they had willingly joined the 
Defenders to escape the restrained existence they would have endured had they 
stayed behind in their villages. 

After hearing descriptions of the Vice Duchy, Danka started to have real doubts 
about going there with Isauria and trying to settle. She was actually glad her 
journey had been interrupted. As bad as military service might be, for the time-
being it seemed the least onerous of her options. She didn’t want to return to any 
of the places she already had visited in the west, but her goal of going east did not 
seem any better. At least among the Defenders she was respected and would be 
treated according to how well she performed her duties. So… for the time-being 
she was not tempted to desert: it was just easier to stay where she was.

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The relationship between Danka and Isauria changed after the girl’s collar was 
taken off. Danka had never really thought of Isauria as being her property: she 
treated her more as though she were a troublesome younger sister or niece. 
However, while she was collared, Isauria viewed Danka as her owner and herself 
as purchased, and thus less than human. As the fall progressed and Isauria became 
used to not having a collar on her neck, she started treating her former mistress as 
she would treat an older relative. Everyone accepted that the girl’s education and 
training remained Danka’s responsibility. She was much more responsive around 
her mentor than she was around anyone else; preferring to follow her around 
whenever she had the opportunity. Danka increasingly appreciated having the girl 
as her companion and looked forward to teaching her more of what she knew 
about life. Isauria was competent in the forest and could handle weapons, but 
there was plenty more that she needed to learn. Now that traveling and survival 
had ceased taking up all their time, Danka had opportunity to teach her ward the 
basics of alchemy, simple surgical procedures, mathematics, and even dining 
etiquette. 

It helped that by the end of the year Isauria’s ability to speak Danubian had 
greatly improved, which gave her confidence talking to people and made her less 
shy. It was good to see her open up. It also helped that her hair was growing out 
nicely, so every passing week she came closer to the appearance considered 
proper for an adolescent girl in Danubian society. Danka noticed yet another 
detail; that Isauria had grown over the past six months. The top of the girl’s head 
came up to Danka’s nose by the first snowfall. Another year… it was likely she’d 
be Danka’s height, or perhaps even taller. Danka had to give up thinking of 
Isauria as “little”.

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Commander Sáupeckt brought a peasant woman to Oana’s hut during the first 
week of Novermber. She had been recruited along with several male debtors 
fleeing a money lender in the eastern town of Novo Sókukt Tók. The new arrival 
meant that Danka no longer was the newest member of her squad. By that time 
Danka was a fully accepted member of Oana’s group anyway, having proved 
herself with not only her crossbow, but also with her contribution to the group’s 
knowledge about foraging. As she had anticipated, her birth-control paste recipe 
made her even more popular among her peers than her food-gathering skills. 

The women spent their days at target practice, negotiating obstacle courses, 
practicing drills in the woods, and practicing sword fighting with the men. They 
also practiced making cartridges and shooting with captured enemy muskets, in 
case they ever had to fight using conventional instead of traditional weapons. The 
women practiced moving in formation and covering each other for both 
advancing and retreating. As Oana explained to both Danka and the new woman:

“The Kingdom of the Moon soldiers have a major flaw in their strategy. They like 
to fight by overwhelming the enemy and pushing forward all the time. They’re 
brave… too much for their own good. They consider it dishonorable and 
treasonous to retreat, so they don’t normally pull back, no matter how badly 
things are going for them. You’ve already seen what happens when a commander 
does have to order a retreat: he’s expected to kill himself. We… whether it’s the 
Grand Duke’s Protectors or the Defenders of the Duchy… have no problem 
moving in any direction. If we have to pull back, we do. So you have a large 
enemy moving in only one direction fighting a smaller enemy who can move in 
any direction. The only objective for them is winning. The first objective for us is 
staying alive to keep fighting.”

In spite of the Defenders’ emphasis on mobility, Oana noted that the Danubian 
strategy relied on being behind concealment and cover, always. As she put it: 
“The day we expose ourselves to a musket volley, even once, will be the day we 
lose the battle… and probably the entire campaign. So, that’s our weakness. We 
can’t fight in the open.”

Because she was younger, Isauria practiced hand-to-hand combat with some 
adolescent boys serving under various squads as apprentices. As she hung out 
with the boys, singing war songs and sitting with them at campfires, Isauria 
slowly began to talk to people besides Danka. At the beginning, when dealing 
with Danubian boys she was troubled by memories of her former master Nowáckt. 
However, the Defender apprentices treated her well from the day she was 
introduced to them. In spite of being foreign-born and a former slave, the boys 
admired her and accepted her as part of their group when they found out she 
already had killed two men with a sword and helped kill two dozen others with a 
crossbow.

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Danka’s birth-control paste transformed the lives of the nymphs in Oana’s squad. 
Prior to Danka’s arrival, pregnancies were a major concern among the women. 
Oana responded by trying to impose a regimen of celibacy among her 
subordinates. Any member of her squad caught having sex with one of the men 
was publicly stripped and faced a severe switching on her bottom and thighs. 
Punished offenders endured being naked (or bottomless during the winter) for 
several days until the welts faded, so the encampment could see the results of 
their whipping and their shame. The squad members spent much of their idle time 
trying to time their menstruations and having affairs behind their leader’s back. 
As soon as she was convinced Danka’s paste actually worked, Oana lifted the 
prohibition and the ongoing conflict within the squad abruptly ended. Every 
woman in the squad immediately found a male partner. 

Oana seduced Commander Sáupeckt and became his lover, in spite of the fact he 
had a wife and children. During one of her foraging trips with Isauria, she 
stumbled across her commanders in a small clearing. The air was too cold to 
undress completely, but both had taken off their trousers. Oana was bent over a 
fallen log in the submissive position, while the commander was fondling and 
slapping her bottom. Finally he slipped his fingers between her legs, while using 
his free hand to stimulate himself. When both were ready, he entered her. He was 
surprisingly gentle, but Danka wondered if that was because of his age as opposed 
to any feelings of tenderness towards his subordinate.

Danka glanced at Isauria, who stared at the commanders with a transfixed 
expression. She was amused, more than anything else, that Isauria’s first real 
introduction to sex would be watching her commanders, a woman in her mid-30s 
and a man in his mid-50’s, having a tryst in the woods. She had no intention of 
pulling Isauria away or trying to “protect her innocence”. The girl needed to grow 
up quickly, so there was no point in keeping any of life’s secrets from her. 

She’s bound to learn about it anyway, so it’s better that it’s sooner than later…

Anyhow, Danka was no moral purist. She had known about the “facts of life” 
from a very early age, because it was hard for parents living in a single-room 
hovel to hide anything from their children. The elder Síluckts didn’t even bother 
to try. Besides her parents, Danka had witnessed various neighbors having 
liaisons during her wanderings around the laborers’ settlement as she was 
growing up. There was no curiosity about sex from Danka… no mystery that she 
wanted to resolve. The encounters disgusted her more than anything else, which 
was part of the reason her virginity was still intact when her hair was braided.

As soon as the commanders finished, Danka and her apprentice slipped away. The 
girl’s face was full of bewildered questions. Danka commented:

“It’s the same with your father’s sheep, wouldn’t you agree Apprentice?”

“Yes, Defender Síluckt.”

“There are other positions. A lot of them. Try to avoid using that one… the 
position you just saw. It’s the ‘submissive’ position, when you’re admitting the 
man is superior to you. Whether or not that is true, it’s best not to admit it.”

“I…I don’t understand, Defender…”

“I don’t really know how to explain it… but life is all about fighting for control. 
Do you control, or does the other person control you? If you use the submissive 
position for sex, you’re giving up control over your body. I suppose that’s 
acceptable if you give yourself to a man who truly loves you. But thinking a man 
truly loves you, and that love being real… well… the Realm of the Living and the 
Realm of Fantasy are two very different places.”

Danka could see that Isauria was more confused than ever.

“Listen. Just try to avoid using the submissive position. Try to avoid getting 
pregnant. Put off having sex as long as you can. And never… ever… try to 
‘reward’ a man by letting him use your body. That’s what you need to know for 
now. And there’s one more thing. I know how to prevent the moon from paying 
you a visit. At your age… you don’t want the moon to visit you.” 

Danka decided that the time had come to educate Isauria about birth control. She 
spent the rest of the afternoon teaching her how to prepare and use the paste, and 
also how babies were formed in the womb. Isauria came from a different culture 
than Danka, a culture in which sex was a dark and sinful secret, and people were 
amazingly ignorant about the topic. By learning about sex and birth control well 
before being ready to marry, Isauria was making an important break with her 
family’s values and the culture in which she had been raised.

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Danka thought about her own options as she looked around at the men in the 
camp. She was desperate for sex, but unable to make up her mind what kind of 
lover she wanted. She liked the attractiveness and vigor of younger men, but they 
quickly bored her because she did not find young men intellectually challenging. 
She preferred the intellect and experience of older men, but older men had their 
own faults, vices, and problems. To avoid having to settle on a permanent partner, 
she was tempted to have sex with any man who was interested in her, like she had 
done at the university in Sebérnekt Ris. However, by the end of 1756 she had 
matured enough to realize the militia was not the university, and the community 
of the Defenders was very different from the one created by the Followers. Being 
promiscuous would compromise her honor, threaten her reputation in the 
Defenders’ community, and possibly cause conflict among the men. She did not 
want to risk her standing among her peers. She was respected and well-liked 
throughout the encampment, even more so than when she had been with the 
Followers of the Ancients. 

Perhaps it was pure hubris, but she enjoyed being respected and well-liked. 
 

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Note: Throughout the 1750s, the central and eastern portion of the border 
between the Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia and the Kingdom of the Moon 
suffered from continuous combat. However, the fighting differed significantly 
from the Grand Duke’s campaign to the west in Hórkustk Ris. Instead of a large 
army defending the Duchy against another large army, the fighting to the east 
involved much smaller units skirmishing over much smaller objectives. The 
conflict was not over the fate of the Duchy, but over small sections of the border 
and the foreigners’ desire to access natural resources located in Danubian 
territory. Instead of regular troops, semi-independent militias loosely united 
under the title “Defenders of the Duchy” launched quick small-scale raids 
against intruders. Almost all militia operations followed a general pattern: the 
area commander identified a group of combatants from the Kingdom of the Moon 
that were either in the Duchy or likely to cross the border, goad them to enter an 
area that favored Danubian fighting techniques, then launch an ambush. If the 
enemy was forced to withdraw upon the first ambush, there would be a follow-up 
ambush to inflict as many casualties as possible. If the ambush was inconclusive 
or likely to result in a defeat, the Danubians withdrew to launch a new effort to 
goad the enemy into another ambush in a more favorable location. 

Usually the objective was not to protect territory, but to inflict as many casualties 
as possible to sap the enemy’s desire to cross into the Duchy and threaten 
Danubians. The militia leaders carefully selected targets to ensure either victory 
or minimal losses. They also wanted to send a clear message to both Lords’ 
warring factions through their selection of places where fighting took place. The 
Danubians focused exclusively on military targets they considered were directly 
threatening the Duchy. The Defenders did frequently conduct raids across the 
border, but the objectives were always units that were about to cross into the 
Duchy, or men who had returned from the Duchy to be re-supplied. Unlike the 
Kingdom of the Moon factions, the Danubians left the civilian population alone.

The strategy had a long-term focus: to demoralize the Kingdom of the Moon’s 
fighting men. The men became well-aware that the Danubians were not a threat if 
citizens of the Kingdom of the Moon stayed on their side of the border. As soon as 
the foreigners crossed or prepared to cross, they could expect to be attacked. 
Over time the enemy soldiers would view what they were doing in the Duchy as 
unnecessary and futile, although in 1756 the morale of the invaders had not yet 
deteriorated to the point the men would dare challenge their commanders. The 
first large mutiny among the Lord of the Blue Moon’s men would not happen until 
1758.

- Maritza Ortskt-Dukovna -