Si'Wren smiled as she shut her eyes and bowed in meek formal obeisance
to Emperor Euphrates.
Unbeknownst to all, she also gave silent, prayerful thanks to a most
inscrutable, but eternally wise and most mysterious Invisible God.
Chapter Five - A horse.
"Si'Wren," said old Ibi, "you have worked hard and diligently. I look
forward with great pleasure to declaring you before all to be fully
studied and prepared for your royal station, as formally commissioned
by his Majesty the Emperor. When he hears of this, I have no doubt that
you will be so appointed and given all due honors and tributes
pertaining to the Order of Scribe."
Si'Wren stood before Ibi with the flush of joy and accomplishment on
her face.
After her momentous court debut four years ago as the stubborn young
girl-slave whose lips Borla's own sword could not open, she had been
escorted to what was to become her very own personal, private quarters
in the same wing of the palace as the other royal officials. Since
then, as an underling to virtually everyone but the slaves themselves,
she had been introduced to general grooming and appearance standards
acceptable to palace etiquette, and ways of acting and behaving that
conformed suitably to court protocol, and had begun her long and
arduous internship as an understudy of the great and illustrious Ibi
himself.
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