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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: 31 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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Gronnus was up with the dawn. He had not slept very much at all.

He staggered over to the window, wiping his face with his hands. He
raised the blind and stared bleary-eyed back towards the Manor grounds.
Above the trees, the sky was tinged a salmon-pink color as the sun
neared its debut. The storm had left crystal clear skies in its wake.

He turned away from the window with a sigh. He looked over towards the
wall near the door, where the crossbow lay. He recalled Herdon's
instructions to him.

For a moment, he considered disobeying them. It was unlikely Herdon
would string the bow himself in front of Roquan. Yet he remembered what
Herdon had done with the dagger. It was thus equally unlikely the
assassin needed the crossbow. This just made him more nervous about why
Herdon wanted to use specifically the crossbow -- his crossbow -- as
the murder weapon.

Yes, he did have an answer for that. He simply did not want to see it.

Gronnus sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. No, he could
not risk it. He had to do as was planned and hope that Roquan had
figured out something to do. Perhaps he already had. Perhaps the plot
had already been foiled. Roquan would arrive later and tell Gronnus
that there was nothing to worry about.

The Overlord crossed the room. He picked up the bow and turned the
crank. In his tired condition, it was a lot more work. Nevertheless, he
finished it, and set the weapon down gingerly, as if afraid of
triggering it accidentally. He glanced at the bolt and shuddered.

Gronnus grabbed his satchel and put it in front of the crossbow, hiding
it as much as possible, at least from casual observation.

He sat down again heavily in his chair. He looked longingly towards his
brandy but decided against it. He needed his mind sharp for whatever
was to happen. There would be time enough afterward to get drunk.

He had a feeling he would need it. If he were still alive.



When Jollis rose that morning, he found Sirinna in a very anxious state
of mind. This alone told him what he needed to know. Whatever was to
transpire that morning, Amanda was now committed to it. This is as he
had wished.

He shared Sirinna's anxiety. Amanda was indeed intelligent. She was
indeed clever. But she was still a girl of fourteen. She was painfully
young for this sort of responsibility. Very briefly, Jollis felt hatred
towards his master for having him, if indirectly, put the girl into so
much danger. It passed quickly, and he closed his eyes and silently
begged forgiveness for his vile thoughts.

At the same time, he knew his master would understand.

Sirinna dutifully offered herself to him when he emerged from the
bedchamber. He politely refused her. It would not be right. And to be
truthful, he was hoping that saving himself until Amanda was available
again would somehow bestow some luck upon her endeavors.

As Jollis left Sirinna's quarters, the first rays of the morning sun
played upon the highest points in the Manor. As he squinted up at it,
he was tempted to observe the bluff from a concealed location and find
out exactly when the matter was resolved ... or was not resolved.

He decided against it. Fate would not be tempted or coerced by his
actions. It was best to attend to this morning as if it were any other.
There was no more he could do. It was in other's hands now.

Jollis walked away from Sirinna's quarters for what he hoped was not
the last time.



Vanlo arose from his bed, rubbing at his temples in annoyance.

As with every morning nowadays, he awoke with a dull headache. It was a
little better that morning. It had been a little better the morning
before as well. It also seemed to clear a little faster each day.

The Healer forbade himself to make the correlation. He had made his
decision to the Overlord and to the Guild. He was retired. There was no
going back. His thinking had not changed. It was for the best. He was
old and needed his rest now. He had to finally admit that he simply
could not be as active as he once was.

Yet it did nothing for the one problem he had not considered: boredom.

Healing was his life. Even when a day went by where his services were
not needed, there was always something he could find to occupy his
time. In this it was an advantage that his days of sexual escapades
were over. Many other Manor Healers used much if not all of their spare
time indulging shamelessly in fleshy pleasures with the Overlord's
slaves.

Vanlo had to fill his time in other ways, and the Manor was better for
it health-wise. But now, without his Healing career, he had nothing.

After performing his morning ablutions and changing into a fresh robe,
he found he could no longer resist the temptation. He left his quarters
and headed for his former office.

Naturally, it had not been touched. It was exactly as he had left it.
As he walked in, however, a sense of guilt came over him. What did he
expect to do here? He could no longer function in his capacity as a
Healer. Anything he did here would come to naught. It was likely that
the new Healer would want to change everything around. He frowned at
this. For him, everything was arranged perfectly. He could not imagine
any other arrangement.

He wandered into the treatment room. Above him, the milky skylights
glowed reddish-pink from the touch of the first rays of sunrise,
casting everything in the room into a vision of soft pastels.

Vanlo looked around longingly, as if expecting to see patients lined up
for him. His shoulders slumped. He turned and started back towards the
inner chamber.

Just as he was about to leave, something caught his attention on the
counter.

It was a very tiny black spot, well over in one corner. He might not
have noticed it, save for the way the morning light diffusing through
the skylights made it easier to spot.

Vanlo, who was neat to a fault, moved to brush the offending bit of
dirt from the counter. Just as his hand came down, he caught a faint
sparkle and stopped.

The Healer paused. He crouched and took a closer look at the spot. The
detritus appeared granular. He picked up the tiny grains in his fingers
and let them fall again. There was a faint, familiar odor.

Vanlo straightened, his brow furrowed. No. That made no sense
whatsoever. None. Nevertheless, his curiosity was piqued enough to
investigate.

He opened up one of the drawers and drew out the small cloth pouch that
contained the Jonalla. He opened it and peered inside. He stood there
for a long moment and finally lowered the pouch.

If he had more trust in his mental faculties at that moment, he would
think that there was less Jonalla in here than he remembered.

However, he did not trust his mental faculties at that moment. Yet his
mind refused to let go of the idea. Jonalla was not to be trifled with.
It cannot be used willy-nilly in any potion or preparation without a
specific purpose and without being carefully measured and weighed
against the other ingredients.

Vanlo closed the pouch and put it back. He again paused for a long
moment.

"So I cannot perform my healing duties," he said with a thoughtful
stroke of his beard. "Perhaps I shall occupy my time with a full
inventory of the healing supplies. Surely my successor will wish to
know what he has available to him, no?"

Vanlo turned and proceeded into the inner chamber to fetch a parchment
and a quill.



Golden rays of morning light began to play along the path as Roquan
walked from his quarters towards the bluff. He kept his gait slow and
sure, maintaining an air of confidence and propriety around him.

Remarkably, he maintained an inner sense of calm as well. He was
treating this as any other large decision he had made in the past
concerning his Manor or his slaves. There was no use in fretting over
it. Once the decision was made, his energies were better spent in
carrying it out.

Was he afraid? Yes. Roquan was no fool. Only fools do not fear. What
would have made him a fool at this point was to openly display that
fear.

No one attempted to intercept him as he walked into the bluff area. He
spotted Doran and Rennis near the gazebo and nodded a simple greeting
to them. There was nothing they could do at this point anyway, even if
this were just an ordinary Point of Order debate.

He turned away from the gazebo. Unknown to him, Rennis continued to
watch him. Thus when he saw Roquan suddenly turn from the path and stop
before Freya's quarters, he frowned. He nudged Doran and pointed this
out to him as well.

Roquan knocked crisply on the door frame. In short order, Freya opened
the door, giving him a sultry smile as she stood in her robe. It was
left wide open, displaying her nude body beneath.

"Yes?" she asked in a sexy voice.

"I wish to borrow Amanda."

"Oh? Do you now?"

"Yes. You will grant this request."

Freya smirked. She leaned against the door frame and thrust one leg
out, tilting her hips seductively. "Will I?"

"I will not spar with you over this. I am the Overlord of this Manor. I
can invoke special privilege if I need to, and I will if you force me."

"Ooo! Special privilege! Is that just a nice way of saying you wish to
share a bed with me again?"

Roquan took a deep breath and let it go, trying not to bristle. "Do not
play games with me, Freya, this is too important."

Freya considered for a long moment, studying Roquan's face. "Hmm ...
yes, I suppose it is," she said in a more subdued voice. She lifted her
hand. A chain clinked softly as Amanda came up from behind her, already
cuffed. "Take her, then."

Roquan could not disguise the surprise in his face. He hesitated a
moment before taking the end of the chain. He recovered, and looked at
Freya. "You know."

Freya nodded once. "Whatever you have planned, try not to screw it up.
I don't fancy having the burden of bidding on your slaves if you depart
this world."

"Far be it for me to inconvenience you, Freya," Roquan said, though
there was not as hard an edge to it as there might have been. He gave
the chain a soft snap. "Come along, Amanda."

"Yes, master," Amanda said, her voice a combination of eagerness and
anxiety.

"Oh, and Roquan?" Freya said before he could turn away. "Make sure you
understand. This is for the morning, for whatever you need to do. She
is still mine. I still intend to take her with me when I leave. Nothing
excuses you from that deal."

Amanda looked to Roquan. The Overlord said nothing for a moment. Then,
finally, in a slightly acid voice, "Perfectly understood, Freya. I
would wish you away from the Manor if for no other reason than so I do
not have to witness your treatment of this girl."

Freya's eyes widened in indignation. She slammed the door in Roquan's
face.

"Master?"

Roquan glanced to Amanda. "Yes?"

"Will I still have to go with her?"

A pause. "I dearly hope not," he said simply. He snapped the chain
again. "Come."



"What in hellfire does Roquan think he's doing?" Doran exclaimed as he
watched Roquan lead Amanda away from Freya's quarters. He looked over
to Rennis.

Rennis was shaking his head. "I have no idea. Just like I have no idea
why Freya gave her to him."

Doran snorted. "Does he seriously think Gronnus will be swayed by a
sharing a bed with that slave?"

Rennis frowned. "I doubt that's the case here."

"Then just what is going on? Bah! Every time I think we have everything
settled, Roquan turns around and does something odd!"

"It's unlikely odd in his mind."

Doran just threw up his hands and turned away. "I simply give up! The
rest of this Conclave will go as it wills. I can do nothing more."

Rennis looked back down and watched Roquan and Amanda enter Gronnus'
quarters. He had the distinct feeling that control over these
proceedings had slipped away from them some time ago. Yet he also
wished he knew what Roquan was up to.

Was Doran right after all? Was Gronnus planning something, something
into which Roquan had gleaned some insight? Now he wished this had not
been such an early morning meeting. He wished he had had a chance to
talk to Roquan first.

Rennis was about to turn away when he thought better of it and remained
where he was. He leaned on the railing that circled the perimeter of
the meeting area and waited, glancing down at Gronnus' quarters now and
then.

If something were indeed being planned, this meeting would be short. He
figured he did not have long to wait.



The moment the door was opened, Amanda was suddenly struck blind by
bright morning sunlight and came to a stop. Roquan bumped into her,
similarly affected. "Gronnus, if you would ..." she heard him say.

"What? Oh, sorry ..."

Amanda closed her eyes tightly until her eyelids no longer glowed from
the blinding glare. When she opened her eyes, she could see nothing but
a large purple spot before her. She blinked a few times as shapes
slowly began to resolve themselves again in her field of vision.

They began to recover in time to see Overlord Gronnus step away from
the window where he had just lowered the blind.

"I keep forgetting that," he said nervously.

Roquan also needed to pause a moment before he could proceed. He gave
Amanda a gentle nudge on her shoulder to move her ahead a few paces so
he could close the door behind him.

"Well?" Gronnus said anxiously.

"Well what, Gronnus?" Roquan said in irritation.

"Did you stop him? Did you stop this madness from happening?"

"I have been unable to do anything as yet."

Gronnus' eyes widened, giving Roquan a stricken look, but he said
nothing in response.

"Your collaborator made it very difficult to do anything," Roquan said
icily.

"My ... what??"

Roquan stepped out from behind Amanda and approached Gronnus. Gronnus
swallowed and backed up a step, nearly stumbling when he bumped into
the chair. "Do not deny this," Roquan said in a deadly voice, his eyes
piercing. "How else would you have created the perfect setup for this
unless it was planned? How else would you know the details of the
plot?"

"I-It was not my decision to make, Roquan!" Gronnus gibbered. "I-I told
Z'haas this was a bad idea when he first conceived it ..."

"/When he first conceived it?/ You knew of this a long time before
now?"

Gronnus swallowed hard. "Roquan, please ... Herdon will be here any
moment! What are we going to do? And ... and why did you bring Amanda?"

Roquan was no longer listening. His eyes were looking around the room.

"What are you looking for?" Gronnus asked crossly.

"The instrument of murder. It must already be here. He cannot walk
across a Manor with an exposed weapon."

Gronnus pointed towards the satchel.

Roquan looked down and spotted the crossbow. Amanda peered as well and
blanched as she recognized what the weapon was. She exchanged a look
with Roquan, and he knew she understood what it was.

"Indeed," said Roquan. "And you even cranked it for him. How thoughtful
of you."

Before Gronnus could answer, there was a polite knock at the door.

Gronnus stared at Roquan with pleading eyes.

Roquan's lips thinned. He took a quick, deep breath. Beside him, Amanda
tensed, looking nervously between the two of them. Quickly he snapped
Amanda's chain and motioned for them to step to the side. "Play it as
you would have," Roquan hissed softly to Gronnus.

Gronnus nodded and tried to collect himself. "Enter."

The door opened. The assassin stepped into the room.

"Good day to you, Overlord Gronnus," Herdon said, smiling. His gaze
shifted to Roquan, his smile fading slightly as his eyes darted briefly
to Amanda as well. "Good day to you as well, Overlord Roquan."

Gronnus swallowed again and tried to smile, stepping over quickly to
Herdon as the door closed behind him. "Ah, Herdon, um, good of you to
come. Uh ... I hope between all of us we can come to a satisfactory
deal."

Herdon nodded at this. His eyes narrowed slightly as he again looked
over to Amanda. His gaze swept her, as if looking for something. "If I
may be so bold as to ask, your Lordship ... Is the lovely young slave
here for you?"

Gronnus glanced over to Roquan with a desperate look.

"It is entirely possible, merchant," Roquan said smoothly. "As you may
know, the vote of the Conclave is important to me. As I see it is to my
opponent."

Herdon appeared to pause. It was clear he was not expecting this. "Will
you be keeping her at your side during the proceedings, Overlord
Roquan?" he asked respectfully.

Roquan allowed himself a small smile. "Do you find her presence overly
distracting, merchant?"

Herdon smiled as well. "Quite possibly. May I ask that she be placed
off to the side for the time being?"

Gronnus looked away for a moment, trying not to show his growing fear
and despair.

Roquan glanced over to the side, towards the wall opposite the window.
Amanda did as well, then looked towards the other. She blinked as a
sliver of sunlight struck her face from between the edge of the blind
and the side of the window. She glanced at the window, the bed, the
floor ... and then snapped back towards the window again.

Her mouth fell open as inspiration struck.

She turned towards Roquan, but he was still looking at the opposite
wall. He raised a hand and gestured towards it. "Would this be
sufficiently out ..."

Amanda whirled her head back towards the wall with the window and
coughed a few times.

Roquan had the presence of mind to stop and glance towards Amanda. He
saw her staring at the other wall and paused. Daring not to let his own
eyes flick in that direction, he said, "I do hope you are not catching
a cold, Amanda."

Amanda looked at him, nonplussed for just a moment. "Um, no, master, I
feel fine."

"I would certainly hope not," Roquan said officiously. He turned to the
merchant. "On second thought ... the other wall would be better. I can
better secure her chain to the bedpost. Perhaps the fresh air from the
window will clear whatever is making her cough."

Herdon appeared to approve of this. Especially the part about securing
her. He smiled. "That would work out. Thank you for being so
accommodating, Overlord."

Roquan nodded once and turned. Amanda felt a small measure of relief
that the Overlord had understood her hint. However, she did not know
what she would do next. All she had was a very general idea in her
head. She had not worked out any details at all.

Herdon's eyes narrowed, and he glanced at Gronnus. Gronnus gazed
fearfully back but said nothing. Gronnus' fear increased as Herdon
turned away and reached down behind the satchel.

Roquan brought Amanda over towards the wall. Amanda glanced off to the
side and jerked her head very slightly towards the window. The Overlord
understood and smoothly maneuvered her closer, until she was standing
just to the side of it. He took the end of the chain and secured it to
the nearby bedpost.

As he did so, for a brief moment, the same sliver of sunlight made him
squint. At once, he understood.

Roquan's fingers alighted on her arm and slid downward. "Remain still
and quiet, Amanda, and do not disturb our proceedings," Roquan said.

Amanda nodded. "Yes, master."

Then to her surprise, Roquan reached down and slapped one of her ass
cheeks. She yelped and flinched.

"Do not make me punish you again for misbehavior. You have caused me
enough trouble this morning. Do you understand?" His hand slid up and
brushed her cuffs.

"Yes, master, I ..."

/Click/.

" ... understand."

Her eyes widened slightly as Roquan's hand came away. Very carefully,
Amanda tried to move her wrists. One of the cuffs had been unlocked.
She could slip that wrist from it if she needed to and have her hands
free.

Roquan gave her a meaningful look and then turned around ...

... and found himself staring at a loaded crossbow.

"Step away from your slave, your Lordship," Herdon said in a cool
voice. "Now."

Roquan tried to look surprised. "What is the meaning of this,
merchant?" he said darkly.

"You will know very soon. Now do as I say."

Roquan paused, then slowly stepped to the side, keeping his eyes fixed
on Herdon. As Amanda was able to see more of the scene, her mouth fell
open, and her heart hammered in her chest. She swallowed and trembled.

Now Amanda had the beginnings of an plan. But at the moment, she was
not sure how to do it, or if it would work. If she did not hurry and
decide, Herdon may not be the right position anymore. Yet right now,
Herdon's eyes flicked over to her as much as they remained on Roquan.
She had to wait.

"I'm sorry, Roquan," Gronnus said sincerely. "This was out of my hands.
It ..."

"Overlord Gronnus," Herdon said loudly. "If you would join him."

Gronnus paled and stared at Herdon. "What ...?"

Herdon leveled the crossbow at him, fixing the Overlord with a cold
glare. "Walk over to Roquan and stand next to him. Do not make me
repeat myself."

Herdon appeared distracted. Quickly Amanda turned her head and looked
at the window shade. It was a simple mechanism. The shade hung from a
thin wooden pole. To open it, one rolled it up and tied the cord around
it that hung near one end. Immediately she saw the flaw in her plan. It
would take far too long for her to lift the shade.

As soon as she turned her head towards the others again, she saw
Gronnus crossing the room. Just a split second later, Herdon's eyes
rested squarely on her. She simply stared back in fear. Did he see her
looking at the shade? She bit her lip and held her breath.

Herdon took his eyes from her and turned his attention back towards the
two Overlords. Amanda breathed a short sigh of relief.

Gronnus tried to laugh. It came out as a croaking noise. "So what are
you doing to do, Herdon? Kill the two of us with but a single bolt?
Then who are you going to frame for it?"

Herdon smiled. "And why do you think that is the plan?"

"Why else would you want to use my crossbow rather than stashing your
own here?"

"But the problem with that, your Lordship, is that you can still claim
you did not pull the trigger, and you would be believed precisely
because you are an Overlord." He sneered. "I happen to find that
disgusting, by the way. Overlords are treated as if they were on par
with Nobility."

Roquan resisted reacting to this.

A terrified look came over Gronnus' face as he understood. "And wh-what
is the purpose of killing me?!" he wailed.

Herdon did not reply. He was not about to tell them every exact detail
of his plan. He did not want to give them any chance to find a weakness
to exploit.

Keeping his crossbow leveled on them, he pulled out a dagger. He
intended to shoot Roquan in such a way as to make it appear that he
lunged at his attacker just as the crossbow fired. Next he would bury
the dagger in Gronnus' chest. Gronnus would die instantly, and Roquan
would not live long after. Herdon knew how to hit someone so as not
kill him on the spot, but to rupture a major vessel and let his
lifeblood drain from him. Roquan would be dead even before anyone
responded to his shouts.

The plan was simple and neat. From what the others would see in the
bloody aftermath, it would appear that Gronnus had drawn the crossbow
on Roquan, but Roquan lunged with the dagger. Gronnus squeezed off the
shot just as the dagger came down.

Herdon knew it was a bit of a stretch. It might not hold up were it to
be taken to an Imperial court of law. Instead, he counted on the
Overlords' staggering complacency and desire not to air their dirty
laundry outside their own circle. They would simply not investigate it
very closely if there were no evidence of Imperial entanglements. It
would simply be a case of two Overlords going too far in a dispute. It
had happened before.

Even without voicing his plan, the sight of two weapons in his hands
raised tensions in the room. Amanda guessed that more than one was to
die today and paled. She shifted closer to the window. Herdon's gaze
flicked in her direction briefly and then back to the Overlords.

"And you expect me to sit still while you kill me?" Gronnus said
haughtily. "And what of Amanda? A witness! You intend to do away with
her as well?"

Amanda shivered as Herdon glanced at her.

"You might as well cease your bluster, Overlord," Herdon said with a
sneer. "And as for the slave ... I do not need weapons to kill. Perhaps
they will assume she died of fright."

Amanda fought to quell a surge of panic that rose up from inside her.
Even though she succeeded at this, for the next few moments she was too
frozen with fear to think about doing anything. All she could think of
was finding a way to escape.

"You appear to be very cold and calculating about this, merchant,"
Roquan said disdainfully. "Is that a trait that the Emperor looked for
specifically in hiring you?"

"I am doing the will of the Emperor," Herdon declared. "Nothing more.
It is that which guides Oceanus. Which /should/ guide Oceanus! Not your
lot!"

"You have a great deal to learn about history."

Herdon laughed.

With tremendous effort Amanda overcame her fear enough to seize
advantage of Herdon's brief distraction. She looked back towards the
shade again. Her eye darted up, back down again. She turned her gaze
forward again before Herdon had noticed.

The wooden rod looked thin. Thin and breakable. She also now had an
idea how far away she stood from it. She knew she would have one chance
at this. Now she was saving her own life as well as that of Roquan's
and the other Overlord.

"Emperor Z'haas is /making/ history, Overlords," Herdon said, his eyes
flicking between the two. "He is saving us from a threat greater than
any it had ever faced before."

Roquan raised an eyebrow. "Us? The Overlords, a threat?"

Gronnus' eyes shimmered as he looked from Roquan to Herdon anxiously,
his body visibly quaking. He was unable to speak.

"Don't flatter yourself. Yes, he knows about the purpose of your
Conclave, but that is not what concerns him the most. He speaks of a
greater threat. One which you should be familiar with."

Roquan raised an eyebrow. Gronnus just stared at him.

Herdon snickered. "Don't look so ingenuous. You know exactly what I am
talking about ..."

He began to take a step forward.

He was moving. It was now or never. Just like with Sirinna when she was
about to be taken by Yanna, Amanda ceased to think. She simply acted.
Everything that happened after that occurred in a few blinks of an eye.

She whirled around and grabbed the left edge of the shade. Herdon saw
the movement, and turned his head, the crossbow sweeping towards her.
Roquan lunged forward.

Amanda pulled on the shade with all her strength. The rod snapped
easily, and blazing morning sunlight flooded the room and squarely into
the merchant's face.

Dazzled by the light, Herdon's crossbow swung wide just as Roquan
reached him. Gronnus shouted something incomprehensible.

And at that moment, Amanda realized that acting without thinking can
have its disadvantages as well. Only now did she see the danger she was
in. She turned to dive out of the way.

A crossbow bolt sliced the air.

Amanda crashed to the floor as something tripped her. It took a second
more for the searing hot pain to reach her, and when it did, her body
shook uncontrollably. Her stomach threatened to heave from the
intensity of the torment. When her queasiness had passed, she tried to
move. She felt a calf pinned to one of the support poles, and a new
wave of torturous pain swept over her. She wanted to scream, but it
came out only as a weak whimper as her head spun.

She reached a shaking hand to her leg. She felt the shaft of the
crossbow bolt, and something liquid and warm on her fingers. When her
hand came away, it shone brightly with blood.

Mercifully, she passed out.
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