Merely going through the motions, she groomed down
the stallion and staked him to a long tether rope so that he might
graze, roll on his back, or do practically whatever he pleased with
some measure of freedom.
Chapter Eight - Si'Wren Challenges Emperor Euphrates
Solemnly, Si'Wren dipped out her portion from the pot over the fire,
pointedly ignoring the Emperor's personal bodyguards and everyone else
around her. She retired to her personal tent to eat, and immediately
remembered that she must first tie something over the entrance to
replace the missing tent flap, or risk another complaint of
coquettishness from a certain one of the Captains of Fifty. In mute
observance of this she soon had a coarse-woven wool blanket tied up
over the entrance. Later, she could get another animal hide from one of
the camp skinners.
The brave and fearless souls of the camp, mighty men of old, fearsome
warriors all, must not have their valiant spirits inflamed with
uncontrollable lust at the carnal sight of a mere maid consuming her
food.
* * *
The next morning, she arose and stepped out of her tent, ducking past
the makeshift blanket. Still as much asleep as awake, she squinted and
blinked uncertainly in the morning light. Merely going through the
motions, she made tea, and cleansed her eyes and face with it's clear
amber fluid.
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