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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Conclave of Conspiracy
Universe: Narlass Chronicles
Summary: Roquan hosts a Conclave to rally support against the Emperor;
Amanda's training is not what she expected, even less so when the
Conclave commences. And there is the mysterious foreign merchant ...

Part: 14 of 33
Keywords: MF, Mf, mf, Ff, ff, Mdom, Fdom, toys, bd, rom, magic, oral,
1st, spank

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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The three Overlords -- Roquan, Rennis, and Doran -- emerged onto a low
bluff at the northwest corner of the mansion, overlooking a wide
expanse of beach through the trees. Rising up from the center was a
wide, circular structure.

It was built similar in design to living quarters. Solid wood poles
were spaced evenly about the circumference of the structure, buttresses
holding up a pointed, sloped roof. The thatch-and-wood walls, however,
rose only to waist-height, and one was missing entirely to provide an
entrance. It looked very similar to a rather large gazebo.

All three Overlords were resplendent in their best attire for the
occasion and the climate. Doran was a little more formal than the other
two, as was his style, though he would be less comfortable from the
heavier clothes.

Doran stepped forward with a critical eye. A cool breeze blew off the
ocean, the entirety of the beach shaded from the morning sun that rose
over the other side of the Manor. He glanced down the path that wound
along the edge of the trees and down the more gently sloped side of the
bluff. The path followed the curve along one side, towards a group of
more wood-pole-and-thatch dwellings closer to the beach. These were
smaller and enclosed, and obviously intended as living quarters.

He heaved a sigh as he turned to look back at the other Overlords. "It
will do," he said in a disappointed voice.

Roquan raised an eyebrow and gave him an indignant look. "/Do?/ You
realize how much I had to pay in platinum for Guild artisans to come
and construct these? I was fortunate to get this."

"This is a Conclave, Roquan. For some of them, this is a
once-in-a-lifetime experience! They expect a bit of pomp and
circumstance. They expect to be treated, well, royally."

"Well, there's little that can be done to change anything now,"
commented Rennis.

"I have made sure that the Overlords will have everything they need for
their comfort," Roquan said tonelessly. "That includes the use of any
of my slaves."

"You're not going to have to worry about that one," Doran said sourly.
"And we have Gronnus to thank for that as well."

Roquan sighed. "/Now/ what?"

"He has seen to it that when most of the Overlords make their wishes in
that area known, they will all have Amanda's name on their lips."

"Now I /know/ I don't like the sound of this!" Rennis said, stepping
forward.

"Roquan, if there is something about that slave that you need to tell
me ..."

Roquan paused a long moment, glancing over to Rennis briefly. "No.
Nothing."

Doran sighed and shook his head. "It is a complete mystery to me why he
is so fixated on her, and frankly, I do not care for mysteries!"

"I am within my rights to refuse their request."

Doran leveled a serious look at his fellow Overlord. "I would not
advise that. You can't show yourself as being anything less than
completely accommodating to them. If they want Amanda, they will have
her."

"She is not experienced enough."

"Roquan, these are /Overlords/. It is their business to know these
things and act accordingly!"

Roquan remained silent.

"Sirinna trained her," Rennis said simply.

Roquan ignored this, but decided to let the matter drop. "Doran, you
said we may not start until the afternoon?"

"Well into the afternoon, most likely."

"I may need to have some shading set up. I had placed the meeting area
here specifically to shade it from the morning sun."

"Yes, I noticed," Doran said with a humorless smirk. He raised his
hands when he saw Roquan bristle. "Yes, yes, I know! You did your best
and spent your platinum! We will have to concentrate on swaying them
with words and deals rather than hospitality."

"When will Roquan need to Present Amanda, Doran?" Rennis asked.

"Oh, I imagine any time they wish it. Most likely right after the
initial opening meeting is over."

"As I had thought," said Roquan. "I had planned to have Amanda brought
to my quarters to be prepared in advance when it appeared all the
Overlords had arrived."

"In that case, Roquan, you should go the gates and await them."

Roquan frowned. "To the gates? Now?"

"Yes, now! You will need to personally greet each and every one of them
that come through those gates. And don't hurry them if you see them
stop to peruse the wares of the merchants first. Be patient and wait
for them to come to you."

Roquan sighed through his nose and carefully straightened his tunic.
"This had better be worth all the effort," he rumbled.

"Few things rarely are. We can only come as close as we can."



Sirinna looked at her charge with concern in her eyes. "Love, you have
to eat /something/."

Amanda just stared at the food on the now half-finished platter, her
mistress having just pushed it across the bed towards her. She sighed
softly and picked up a single apple slice and nibbled at it.

"Are you really this nervous?"

Amanda gave Sirinna a forlorn look and just nodded.

Sirinna smiled gently. "You'll be just fine. The Presenting will not
last long."

"What about what comes after it?"

"If you are taken by one of the Overlords, just do as you did with
Master Jollis last night."

Amanda sincerely doubted she would be able to do that. She had not told
Sirinna what had happened. Sirinna had simply heard her soft moans of
pleasure and assumed she had done her duty. Now she wished that Jollis
had taken her. It might have at least given her some practice.

Admittedly, she knew it was the highborn status of the Overlords that
was getting to her. Sex with them would likely be little different from
what she had already experienced. Everything she did would reflect back
on Roquan and perhaps even Sirinna. She was not being Presented as
herself but as one of Roquan's commodities. She might have resented
that had she not been so nervous.

"The Presenting will likely last only today, love. That's all. Then
your part is done and things will get back to normal."

Amanda nodded absently and forced herself to finish the apple. She did
not dare think the same as Sirinna. Each time she did, something
happened to change everything again. She intended to simply do as she
was told, and get through this as best as she could.



Roquan quickly decided that waiting for Overlords to arrive at the gate
was the worst possible task of this entire Conclave. For a man who
prided himself on taking action, to simply stand in wait for long
periods of time was quite unnatural to him.

Nevertheless, he dared not show his discomfort. A dozen or so of his
slaves were standing close by, consigned to the task of escorting the
Overlords as they arrived and seeing to any needs they had. He would
sooner look anything less than resilient to the Overlords than his own
slaves.

It was fortunate for him that Narlassi custom dictated that the
arriving visitor announce himself at the gate. Roquan did not remember
the names of half the Overlords, though some he recognized by
appearance, having Farviewed with them at some point.

However, it was quite clear to him when Freya D'yros arrived.

She was an Overlord that Roquan had never seen before this, yet it was
quite clear that some of the things he had heard about her were true.
She was indeed a beauty, more so than perhaps some of Roquan's own
slaves. He let his eyes linger on her form, clad in its thin, clingy
dress, long legs sliding out from under it constantly through the slits
on either side as she strolled about the merchants' stands.

Roquan allowed himself a small measure of satisfaction. Yes, she was
quite attractive, but he felt no compunction to bed her by her looks
alone. She would have to do better than that if she wished to see the
inside of his bedchamber.

And the Overlord that accompanied her could only be Gronnus D'yoran.

This was the first time that Roquan had seen the man. As opposed as
they were in all things, they had avoided Farviewing each other.
Gronnus looked a lot like Roquan had pictured him: roughly-hewn and
overbearing. He could see the man's harsh attitude in the way he
practically browbeat the merchants with whom he negotiated a price for
some bauble or trinket that was hardly worth arguing over in the first
place.

Roquan remained outwardly as patient as possible as the two of them
meandered towards the gate. Occasionally, Freya would look up and flash
a quick but sultry smile at Roquan, and then urge Gronnus to look at
something. It was as if she were purposely delaying their arrival in
order to get a reaction out of Roquan.

If this were the case, Roquan sorely disappointed them, retaining a
cool and stony face towards them.

Finally, the two of them left the last of the merchant stands, and
headed to the gate. Roquan paused until they were at the threshold, and
then stepped forward.

"Overlord Gronnus D'yoran," Gronnus rumbled, placing a faint emphasis
on his clan name with a tiny, sly smile.

"Overlord Freya D'yros," said Freya, her voice slightly husky, the
sultry smile returning to her ruby lips. She let her eyes flick down
and back up once over Roquan's form, her smile widening a touch.

Roquan met this with a slow intake of breath, letting it go in his
greeting. "Recognized and accepted. Welcome to the D'ronstaq Manor. It
is honored by your presence."

"Shame on you for waiting for such a formal occasion to invite us,"
Freya said.

Roquan had not expected so casual a statement from her, giving him
momentary pause. His calm and steady expression did not change. "An
oversight on my part, surely."

"Indeed. One would think you had something to hide from us."

Gronnus uttered a small cough and glanced sharply at his companion.
Freya's eyes never left Roquan.

Roquan forced a tiny, polite smile. "We all have something to hide, do
we not? It is what makes us successful in the market."

"Oh, but you play that role well, now, certainly."

"It is my intent, yes. When all is said and done, we are all,
essentially, competitors."

"But not now, eh, Roquan?" Gronnus said with a smirk. "Or certainly
that is what you are hoping for, hmm?"

Roquan refused to be baited, despite his already growing loathing for
this man. He gave the answer that protocol dictated. "I hope for a fair
hearing and for the will of the Conclave to be known."

"Oh, very good, Roquan!" said Freya with a chuckle. "You /have/
improved."

And at this, he could not help but bristle. Freya acknowledged her
victory in the first round with a smile and a wink.

Roquan stood to one side and gestured down the path. On this cue,
several slaves stepped forward. When he spoke, his voice was a bit
stiff. "You will be shown to your accommodations, and your needs will
be be met. This is now your Manor as well as mine."

The two walked past him, Freya casting a lingering gaze at the
Overlord, and putting an extra wiggle in her step as she passed.
Roquan's gaze followed, darting down to the curve of her ass as she
receded.

Roquan took a deep breath and let it go. He felt he had passed the
first test. He had resisted the charms of the female Overlord. In his
mind, he was unaffected by her wiles.

The stirring in his nether regions said otherwise.



Amanda did not have her normal training that morning, as she was to
remain available for when she was called. She was told that she would
be "properly prepared" before bringing her before the Overlords, but
she had not wanted to ask what that meant. She did not want to give
herself something else to worry about.

Sirinna did manage to keep her distracted by going over points of
protocol and giving her another reminder about loyalty. She also
replayed in her mind over and over again what Roquan had told her. She
had to remember that she was to act as if she had had the Draught of
Forgetfulness. She had thought this the easier of her tasks, but after
thinking about it, she was more nervous about this than anything else.

Her reasoning was this: Roquan would not have told her to do this if he
were not worried about it being revealed. And if that were the case,
then perhaps he suspected someone would try to trick her into admitting
it rather than coming right out and asking about it.

So now she had to be wary for any attempts to ask her about her past.
She had to give the standard answer that she did not remember anything
before waking up in Narlass.

The morning came and went and there was no word. At least she was able
to eat at the midday meal. Having had little for breakfast allowed her
to have an appetite despite her anxiety.

It was right after the meal, just as Sirinna was restraining Amanda
again for her trip back to their quarters, when another slave came up
to them and said, "Master Roquan wishes Amanda prepared for her
Presenting."

Amanda's heart thumped. Sirinna smiled and nodded. "Thank you. We're on
our way now." She snapped the chain lightly. "We need to go to Master
Roquan's quarters, Amanda."

Amanda paused and swallowed. "Yes, mistress," she said in a quavering
voice as she started out.

Suddenly it again felt like the first day, when she was to be
deflowered. She wondered if this would be her life, a series of anxious
thresholds to cross, each one a test, each one more important than the
last. And each one harder than the last.

To her surprise, Roquan was not present when she was brought inside.
Instead, there were three of Roquan's slaves, all of which Amanda
recognized as ones that had participated in her training at one point
or another.

Sirinna released her from her restraints, her chain, /and/ her collar.
The feeling of it being pulled away from her neck was so unexpected
that she nearly grabbed at it as if to prevent it from being taken from
her. There was only one thing for which her collar was removed, and it
gave her an idea now as to exactly how she was to be prepared, and it
made her relax somewhat.

"She is yours," Sirinna said with a small smile. "Prepare her in time
for Master Roquan's return from the Conclave."

Amanda blinked. The Conclave! So it was about to start, or it had
started already. All the Overlords from Oceanus were here, in this
Manor, not far from those quarters. The thought of that made her
shiver.

The three slave girls smiled at Amanda, saying a few encouraging words
to her as they escorted her into the Overlord's bedchamber, and then
into his bath.

The memories of her deflowering came back to her in a rush as she was
gently helped into the steaming waters. The rush of heat around her
body made all of it flash vividly through her mind. She remembered how
she had felt, both emotionally before he had begun breaking down her
defenses, and physically when he had finally laid bare her desires.

Two of the other slaves slid into the water with her, one on each side
of her. The third remained seated at the edge, her legs splayed around
Amanda. The two in the water scooped up water in their hands and poured
it slowly over her head, wetting her hair. Amanda's body grew warm,
both from the heat of the water and the simple pleasure of being
bathed. She even smiled. Someone was waiting on her for a change,
seeing to her needs, instead of the other way around.

One of the girls dropped some powder into the water, and soon the
entire pool was churning with soft suds. The girl behind her slowly
worked it into Amanda's hair, while the other two soaped down Amanda's
body.

Amanda let her breath go as a soft sigh. The touch of the other slave
girls was both soothing and sensuous. As their hands slid over her
skin, she was again reminded of Roquan's touch, and how it had affected
her. As if in time to her thoughts, the two slaves flanking her each
lifted a hand to a breast, slowly soaping it, running her fingers
slowly in and around it.

Amanda let out a soft moan, unable to suppress her growing excitement.
The two girls sensed this immediately and encouraged it. They stroked
her nipples until they grew hard and perky. Her body quivered as their
hands slid along her thighs and coaxed them apart. One returned to
washing her while the other slipped her hand under the water and over
Amanda's sex.

She settled back, her eyes closing. The girl behind her stroked her
hair as she worked the lather out of it. Gentle fingers slid into her
pussy and lightly caressed her womanhood. It swelled in arousal, her
slickness joining that of the soap. Despite her growing desire, she
felt relaxed and at peace for the first time in a long while.

Then the second girl was done, and her hand joined that of the first.
One stroked her nub with the tips of her fingers, while the other slid
deep into her tunnel. Amanda moaned with swiftly rising pleasure. As
the girl behind her rinsed the last of the suds from her hair, she
came, giving a single short cry as she crested. The two slaves eased
off slowly, letting her descend easily.

As her orgasm faded, they withdrew their hands briefly, then returned
long enough to finish bathing her. Amanda let out a long sigh as they
drew her to her feet. Much of the stress was gone from her now.

"Thank you," she told them.

They led her out of the pool and toweled her dry, save for her hair.
This they patted down until it was no longer dripping, then brought her
back into the bedchamber.

Amanda did not know how they expected to get her hair dry in time for
the Conclave. When they entered the room, one of the slaves retrieved
something from Roquan's dresser. It was a large hair brush.

It was a few minutes into it that Amanda realized how it worked. The
brush was enchanted. It had magic in it that dried her hair as it was
brushed, and then restored a luxuriant, full-bodied look to it.

The three led her to the Overlord's bed and sat her down at the edge.
"You will need to wait for Master Roquan's arrival, Amanda," said one
of the girls. She smiled. "Good luck to you."

"Thank you," Amanda said with a small, wan smile as the others left her
alone.

She drew in a deep breath and let it go, and waited.



Roquan finally had to admit to himself that his patience was now
wearing thin.

It was halfway into the afternoon. Despite the fact that the last of
the Overlords had arrived in time for the midday meal, it had taken
this long for all of them to finally begin to drift into the gazebo.

Already, he could see signs of what he had been warned about. Overlords
gathered in groups of two or three during the late morning and early
afternoon, conferring and debating, already making deals and contracts
before Roquan had yet to say a single word. They remained in these
groups to the very last moment, parting company only after stepping
across the threshold. They were very careful to keep their voices low
as they approached so Roquan would not hear them.

Roquan folded his hands behind his back and waited for the last of them
to sit and for the drone of conversation to dissipate. It would not
vanish entirely. Finally, Doran made a small gesture and nodded once.

Roquan paused, going over his words once more, and then spoke.

"Fellow Overlords."

Slowly, conversation ceased. Attention now finally rested on Roquan.
His eyes flitted over their faces briefly. There was something
different to see in each one. Some were mildly interested. Some looked
bored. Some, like Gronnus, looked on with an air of amused smugness.
And then there was Freya, who simply crossed one bare leg over the
other and drew her dress up her thigh, a sly smile on her lips.

"I welcome you to this Conclave and to my Manor," Roquan continued. He
kept his voice even and cool. "I thank you for tolerating the
inconvenience of making this journey. I promise that it is for an
important cause.

"The matter for which we have gathered is a grave one. I do not make my
statements lightly, or without the utmost confidence that they are
true."

Roquan caught movement from the corner of his eye. Doran was making
another gesture with his hand, one that meant he should speed his
thoughts along.

"The situation is this: Emperor Z'haas has committed several acts of
grave insult against myself personally and against the Overlords in
general. One: he is training his own slaves."

Roquan paused just a moment. The first part of his statement had drawn
amused looks, but most of these stopped the moment the second part of
his statement was spoken. Now the silence became absolute.

"Two: to further this end, he has attempted to kidnap one of my
Trainers.

"Three: to do so, he engaged a mage of the Oceanus Mage Guild to
sabotage my Portal.

"Four: a slave that the Emperor trained infiltrated this Manor and
poisoned several of my slaves."

A few Overlords frowned deeply. Nearly all had already heard the scope
of Roquan's complaints, but not all dared to believe such blatant
accusations against the Imperium. Some did not believe they had heard
correctly at all.

Yet the expressions of the two most important players that could make
or break the Conclave -- Gronnus and Freya -- did not change in the
least.

"My request to the Conclave is this: agree to seek a new sovereign on
the throne of Oceanus."

This statement, even though it was largely expected, caused an
immediate stir. Many shaking of heads. Many looks of disapproval. One
or two snorts of derision.

Doran was also looking at the Overlords. He saw what Roquan did not. He
saw the bits of nervousness and doubt. He saw the delayed shock of the
gravity of the situation. It was that he had to work with, and he
intended to take maximum advantage of it.

"This concludes my statement," said Roquan. "I now invite Doran D'jorus
to speak in my support."

Roquan swiftly stepped to the side and sat down as Doran smoothly rose
to his feet. Unlike Roquan, he was in his element. He moved to the
center stage with ease and anticipation. Even the others sensed it, and
seemed to want to pay more attention to him then they did Roquan.

"Fellow Overlords!" Doran began. "I wish you to think on this word:
/tradition/."

Silence fell over the others.

"Tradition is our lives. Tradition means everything. Tradition is
immutable. Tradition is /sacred/."

Rennis exchanged a smile with Roquan. This is why they needed Doran. He
knew how to touch on the things most important to the Overlords.

"And one of those traditions is that the Imperium /does not interfere
with the Overlords or the slave trade./"

Roquan could not tell if Doran's words were having an effect. He did
note that all the Overlords were paying attention now.

"Now, it is true that an unspoken tradition of the Overlords is the
status quo. You must ask yourself what is more important: this
tradition, or the ones that the Emperor would trample."

Freya finally showed a reaction. She turned her head and inclined it
towards Gronnus. One corner of her mouth twitched upwards. Gronnus
simply flicked his eyes over to her and folded his arms across his
chest.

"Consider carefully, fellow Overlords. Consider /very/ carefully."

Doran paused to narrow his eyes and sweep his gaze across the assembled
Overlords for dramatic effect, then quickly retook his seat.

Roquan was surprised at the man's short oratory. He had expected
something a lot longer. Obviously the admonishment about being short
and to the point was not just meant for him.

He rose to his feet again and turned towards the Overlords. "I thank
you for indulging us. The Conclave is declared open. Debate will
conclude when three Overlords other than myself and my immediate allies
concur it is time for a vote."

Roquan had not expected anything more from the Overlords at this point,
for Doran had told him not to. Overlords were loathe to jump into such
debate immediately. Yet he had barely begun to turn away when Gronnus
spoke up. "I daresay, Roquan, that you will not have to wait very long
on that score."

Doran gave Gronnus a narrow-eyed, indignant look.

Much of the rest of the Conclave lapsed into silence again and looked
on with mild interest. Freya, however, glanced over to Gronnus with an
almost bored look on her face.

Roquan drew himself up and stared down the other Overlord, his gaze icy
though his words were calm and polite. "I would imagine, Gronnus, that
the Conclave is unlikely to so flippantly decide a matter of this
magnitude."

Rennis tensed and glanced over to Doran, wondering if Doran thought
Roquan was ready to begin an open debate such as this.

"Oh, now, let us not try to assume what the Conclave will and will not
do. That would be rather presumptuous, hmm?"

"Indeed it would. Which is why I have no intention of doing as such.
The Conclave will decide the matter as it sees fit. Unless you intend
any undue influence upon it yourself, but I am sure that is not true."

Gronnus' expression darkened. Doran allowed himself a small smile.
Roquan was handling himself better than he had expected. Insulting
another Overlord without sounding like you were insulting him was an
art form that was not easily mastered.

"Influence can take on many forms, Roquan," Freya said, a sultry edge
in her voice that made several heads turn. She extended one leg before
her, tugging at her dress such that it fell away from her leg through
the slit in the side. "Not all of it would be considered 'undue'."

Roquan smiled tightly. "We shall see. Certainly the D'ronstaq Manor
itself may act as its own influence of a sort."

Several Overlords appeared thoughtful. Doran gave a small nod of his
head. Very good. That was a subtle hint to the other Overlords that
Roquan was indeed ready to deal for their support without coming out
and stating as such. It at least suggested that Roquan had something to
offer.

Yet now Rennis cast a suspicious look at the female Overlord as her
lips suddenly curled into an almost wicked smile. "Oh, I am quite sure
that it will," she said in a low, husky voice. "And perhaps now,
Roquan, you would indulge us and show us a sample of what this Manor
has to offer."

Rennis blinked. That was rather blatant. He glanced over to Doran and
saw that the other Overlord thought so as well.

"Yes, Roquan, please indulge us," Gronnus said with a smug smirk. "Now
that the formalities are over, show us some hospitality that I
understand your father at least was famous for."

Doran's face soured. That was a direct shot at Roquan's lack of social
graces. It was not even a veiled insult, it was a direct one. He was
distressed by the other Overlords' lack of overt reaction to it. Two of
them had even already risen and lapsed into quiet discussion with one
another as they wandered away.

Roquan, however, did his best to let it slide, and even tried to turn
it to his advantage. "Yes, Gronnus. Thank you for making me aware of an
area in which I have been inexcusably remiss these past few years."

Doran's eyebrows rose. That was good. That got a reaction. He had not
expected so humble (for Roquan, anyway) a response, and it had
definitely taken some of the wind from Gronnus' sails.

"To the members of the Conclave, I wish to announce that I have a
Trainee I would be most happy to Present to you for your critique and
your pleasure. If I have your leave, I will bring her."

"Yes, please, Roquan," said Freya with a sly smile. "Do bring her
forth."

Rennis frowned as Roquan nodded once and left. He did not like the look
in the female Overlord's face as she said that.



Amanda tried very hard to be patient and failed.

She knew she was supposed to sit quietly upon the Overlord's bed until
Roquan called for her. As the time passed, it became increasingly
difficult to remain still. She finally stood up and wandered about the
room to occupy herself.

Her fingers fluttered up to her neck. This was the longest time she had
gone without her slave collar. It felt both strange and familiar to
her. However, she felt no less a slave with it off. So had her training
sunk in to that level now?

Her thoughts flitted about as quickly as did her eyes. She thought of
the merchant again. He was so odd. His behavior towards her could not
have been typical. There had been an exotic look to him. Foreign,
perhaps? She wished she had been able to speak on her own. Having to
hold her thoughts until they were summoned forth was maddening to her.
It was like having the answer to the teacher's question in school and
not being allowed to raise her hand.

Amanda finally stopped and closed her eyes.

She had to stop her anxiety from overcoming her again. The Overlords
were expecting her to be a happy, perky little slave. Or at least as
close to one she could be this far into her training. But her biggest
fear by far was whether she could arouse herself enough to satisfy any
of them sexually were they to call upon her for their pleasure in that
manner.

The other slaves and Roquan took the time to get her wet. Would the
other Overlords act in the same manner?

Her thoughts were cut short by a sound in the outer chamber. She
quickly returned to the edge of the bed. Roquan found her seated, her
hands folded in her lap. She looked up at him expectantly.

"It is time," Roquan said simply. In his hands were her collar, chain,
and cuffs. "Come here."

"Yes, master," Amanda said in a subdued voice. She swiftly stepped over
to him and turned around, crossing her wrists behind her back.

"This will be a very important moment for you, Amanda," Roquan said
quietly as the collar was slipped around her neck again. "And for me."

Amanda just nodded once.

He wrapped the cuffs around her wrists. "You must remember everything
you have learned. And you must remember everything I have told you."

"Yes, master. I have had the Draught of Forgetfulness like any other
slave."

Roquan finished closing the locks and lifted the chain to her collar.
"Be wary, Amanda."

Amanda almost turned her head towards him. There was a faint hint of
worry in his tone. "Master?"

The chain was done. There was a long pause, and then finally a single,
brisk snap. Amanda smoothly turned around to face him, and looked up
into troubled eyes.

"I suspect the intentions of some of the Overlords."

Amanda's mouth opened and then closed without uttering a sound. She was
confused. Why was he telling her this?

"I do not normally share my thoughts in this manner with any slave,
Amanda. But in this case, there is too much at stake."

Amanda swallowed, her body quivering. "Master, may I ask a question?"

Roquan nodded once.

"Do you believe they might hurt me?"

Roquan answered after a very small hesitation. "No, I do not believe
this. It would be an unconscionable breach of Overlord ethics."

Amanda nodded, feeling a little better. The conviction in Roquan's
voice had been strong. She had not noticed the slight pause that had
preceded it.

"But that does not mean they would not attempt to deceive you."

Her heart thumped. She had been right. They might try to make her slip
up and indirectly admit that she had not had the Draught.

"All I ask, Amanda, is that you do what you have been doing. Use your
intelligence."

Amanda stared at the Overlord in astonishment. That was the first time
since she had been collared that someone acknowledged this other than
Sirinna.

Roquan smiled. "Finally ... /I/ managed to surprise /you/."

Amanda was too stunned to reply.

Roquan snapped the chain again. "Come along, Amanda."
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