CHAPTER NINE
 
 

Brast looked at his wife, Sivya, the Empress of all she surveyed and more than she wanted usually, and shook his head.  It had been nearly a year since they had moved to Alesar.  They were going to Riven, finally.  Their change of palace location had taken longer than expected since the problems had started.  Fortunately they had calmed most everyone down.  Either that or they were all in prison or awaiting trial.  She had decided to show everyone what the rules really meant and that had alarmed a lot of people, mostly the men who had just been granted rights again.  There had been attacks for the last fifteen months but they had finally went two whole months without any.  So they had decided to finally move the palace. Unfortunately he wouldn't be moving with them.  His marriage contract to Sivya was about to run out and he didn't think he could take another year of palace life.  He sat down on his ship to call his contact with the Pirate's Guild; he didn't want to expose him to any further scrutiny and no one inside the palace needed the number. "Halley," he said tiredly.  "Is Brailian done yet?"

"He got done last week, lad.  What's wrong?"

"I can't take it anymore," he admitted.  "The fighting's stopped, she's safe enough.  I want someone here who can help her if necessary, and Brailian can also help with her training.  She's getting pretty decent as a shot with a blaster, but she's got to expand out some.  He can do that for her.  I can't and I can't take the life anymore, Halley.  Brailian runs his own planet, he can easily step into this role.  Plus, I still think they'll get along better."

"She's your girl, Brast."

"She's not.  She never has been," he said angrily.  "It was a contract, a job.  I do not take advantage of such things."  He stared at the old man's picture.  "She is not for the likes of me."

"If you say so," he offered quietly. "I'll contact him.  When will you be back?  If you're coming back to the life, I do have a job that you can do.  Escort duty and all."

"Fine.  I'll be back tonight.  Thank you."  He hung up and looked around his ship.  He needed to do some cleaning before he could live on it again, but he could do that.  He patted the console nearest him.  "You're the only woman I need in my life.  The others aren't necessary or wanted," he said quietly.  He got up and shut his ship up, going back inside to help his wife get ready for another of those dreaded dinners.  He saw her on her bed with an arm over her eyes.  "Were you poisoned?"

"Headache."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a Thinker and I'm surrounded by selfish people?" she suggested.  She sat up, looking at him.  "You sound happy.  How is Halley?"

"You knew?"

"It was rather obvious, Brast.  When is someone else coming?"

"Soon.  I've had him talk to Brailian for me.  You will like him.  He is a lot more like you than I am," he offered quietly, coming over to sit next to her.  "Trust me, I've watched you these last two years.  You will get along better with him.  Plus, he's got more training in other weapons.  He can help you with that.  He can also help you with some of the petty diplomats since he's got his own planet.  He's the equal of any of them so you won't run into anymore people who believe I'm here as your servant."

"I told him off."

"I know you did, and you jeopardized an important alliance to do so," he said gently.  He kissed her on the forehead, all he allowed himself.  "In a few years, if you need me, I may come back."  He got up and went to his room, starting the packing process now since he had so much to move.  Once he cleaned his ship, he'd have to rearrange his closets again.

Sivya laid back down, her arm going back over her head.  She rang the bell beside her.  "I have a headache," she told whichever maid walked in to check on her.  "I'm not going.  They can hold it without me."

"Yes, Empress," the maid said quietly, heading out to spread the news.  She was miserable when she had these moments, not only to herself but to the staff as well.  They would leave her a light dinner in her room and then leave her alone for the rest of the night.

"You should go," Brast called.

"That may be, but I'd get sick on someone."  She flipped onto her side and pulled the blanket over her head.  That way no one would think about interrupting her.  By now everyone knew why she had headaches.  They knew who caused them too.  She was sure a few Ambassadors were going to be glared at later.  She was supposed to be negotiating a trade agreement between two planets tonight.  They would wait and pounce her in the morning, she knew both ambassadors.

"Empress?" a male voice called from the doorway.  "May I enter?"

"Only if you come to put my head off my shoulders so I no longer feel the thudding in it," she called back quietly.

"Another one?" he asked as he walked in, moving the blanket slightly to smile at her.  "Are you sure you won't come?  The deadline's tonight."

"Come back when everyone sits down," she ordered.  "I'll still be here.  We'll work it out in here away from the observers.  Two of them are the selfish idiots who give me headaches."

"Very well.  You know that people will speak of coercion?"  She shrugged.  "Fine.  I will tell the others to do as you say."

"That's fine.  Tell Yerthes she can come in too.  That way she can make sure I don't coerce someone into making a fair deal."  He smiled again and nodded, lowering the blanket so he could leave her alone. He had a few of the pages find the other interested parties to tell them what was going on, then went back to his room to change.  He was overdressed for a dinner with the Empress in her suite, especially one over trade negotiations.

Brast came out of his room.  "That was smooth."

"I forgot.  I am mortal.  I am not a Goddess nor with the Goddess at the moment.  Let me sleep, Brast."

"Fine.  You rest. I'll be in here until it's time to go.  I'll wake you then."  He walked back in and closed his door quietly. She knew what she was doing now.  She didn't really need much help anymore.  She more needed a trainer to refine her knowledge and to keep her working on her defensive skills.  He snuck out the other exit for dinner, leaving her to sleep for a bit longer.  He had one of the guards go wake her in a half-hour, and told the others to give her that time as well, that she had just barely drifted off. He went to dinner as usual, going to make pleasant with people he hated who hated him just as much.  His wrist computer beeped so he looked at it.  A reprieve.  "Thank you, Lord Argoness."  He headed to his ship to take the call, closing himself in and locking the door this time.  He flipped on the communication system, nodding politely at the men standing there.  "Good, you do exist.  She needs someone like you, not like me.  Besides, you'll be better for her.  She's a lot like your first wife, back when you were an apprentice.  Very alike if we're being truthful."

"No more fighting?"

"It's been quiet now for two months," he agreed.  "She's learning more weapons work anyway.  I figure you're better than I am at the other forms of weapon work, you can help her with that.  Other than that, she's settled into the correct frame of mind.  She's gotten used to the political dance and can finally hear the people calling the tunes and the tune itself, but sometimes she's tone deaf."  The men on the other side nodded.  "I do think it will remain quiet, but she still needs some training.  She's trying very hard."

"Fine.  I'll meet with her.  When are you leaving for Riven?"

"They're leaving in ten days.  I'm leaving in nine days for another place," he said honestly.

"I can be there in three, Brast.  Hold on that long.  I know how much you hate politics," Brailian, his best friend, said patiently.  "Should I bring my ladies?"

"I would, she could use the help most likely.  She's still researching everything."  That got a small smile.  "Like I said, just like your first wife.  You two will get on well.  Thank you, Brailian.  I trust her in your hands."  He hung up, leaving it at that.  They had been friends for a very long time, Brailian would protect her.  Maybe he would even help her find someone who was right for her if he wasn't.  Someone who could give her the closeness she desired. He leaned back.  Since he had missed the opening time of dinner, he didn't have to show up.  He stared up at the stars coming out, admiring their beauty.  It was time for him to return to them.   He went to his bedroom on the ship to clean it up and make room for all the things he had accumulated in this last year.  It would be a tight fit, but some of it could stay in storage.
 

~*~*~*~
 

Sivya looked up as someone entered her suite a few days later, smiling at the woman standing there.  "You are?" she asked, hand going to the dagger she wore.

"Brast sent for my husband?" she asked.  "He's getting ready to come in.  Where might he be, maiden?"

She snickered.  "I'm Sivya.  His room's the one with the blue door," she said, pointing at it.  The woman looked embarrassed.  "It happens.  I am very young.  Especially in this outfit."  She nodded, bowing some.  "Don't worry about it.  Did no one stop you?"

"No, they're chasing the new cub down the halls."  She smiled and went to the blue door, tapping before entering.  She closed it to lean against.  "She's a maiden?"  Brast looked at her and nodded.  "How?  You have not bothered about that in the past."

"She's a contract, a job," he said grimly.  "Otherwise I would have cured that for her long ago.  Did she let you in?"

"No, I let myself in.  The guards were chasing the cub."  She smiled at him, walking over to hug him.  "Well met, Brast.  I've missed you."

"Well met, Tyvana.  I've missed you too.  Maybe I'll steal you while I go out for a while?"  She giggled and pinched him.  "Fine.  Where is your mate?"

"Getting Gerian ready.  You know she's pregnant, right?"  He shook his head.  "She is.  She's about to burst too."  She let him go when she heard voices.  "Sounds like the Lord and Master is here," she teased.

He walked out with her.  "Brailian.  Well met," he said calmly, shaking his hand.

"Well met, Brastianius.  You look well."  He smiled at him.  "Let me meet this wonderful woman of yours.  The maiden here says she's about but I don't see her."

"That's because that is her," he said, glaring at his wife.  "Quit that."

"I told you this outfit made me look like a child barely out of her chains."  She smiled as she put aside her book.  "So, you're Brailian?  He's been talking you up for a few days now."  She held up her hand, letting him shake it however he wanted.  Instead he kissed the back of it, making her blush.  "Thank you.  Sit.  Talk.  I want to know my husband's reasons."

"He told me you were learning weapon's work and were ready to move on to a higher level of training in dealing with diplomats," Brailian offered.  "Is that true?"

"I'm working very hard on my self-defense lessons and the diplomats are driving me insane," she corrected lightly.  "I'm a fairly high level of Thinker.  It makes it difficult when they get demanding and petty."

"I understand.  My father won our world in a poker game and I've ruled it since then.  It's a haven of pirates and their lives.  Do you mind us?"

"No, not in the least.  Your clans have a plan and a place in the modern world.  A very important one, plus a very far-reaching history that is fascinating to read."  He looked stunned.  "I didn't mean to insult you," she offered gently.

"That's what his first wife said, almost exactly," the pregnant woman said with a small smile. "I'm Gerian, that is Tyvana.  Do you mind us?"

"No, not in the least.  I don't have a First Wife at the moment.  She was killed on her way to the palace.  Someone got rather upset with me that day and decided to show it to the world at large.  I was sorry to see her go.  I know we would have gotten along."  She picked up her scarf.  "Sorry, I constantly have to have something to do or I'll start playing with my hair and he hates that."

"That's fine," Brailian said, staring up at his friend.  "You weren't kidding."

"I wasn't, which is why I've been trying to get you two to meet for nearly two years now," he noted quietly, sitting down on the arm of the chair Gerian was in.  "I think you two will do well together.  I think you can help her with what she still needs to know and to polish off what I've started."  Brailian nodded.  "You know about the conflicts we've had."

"I do.  I'm hoping the fighting has stopped.  I don't want Gerian hurt."

"I always protect any young first," Sivya told him.  "In the past, when Brast was knocked out, I had him sent off so I could fight instead."

Brailian looked at her, blinking a few times.  "Are you of pirate blood?"

"Farm stock and then temple taught," she said with a small smirk.  "I'm dedicated to Alia."

"Hmm.  Interesting.  Very well.  I think we could make this work for the standard year.  We're going to Riven?"  She nodded.  "Good, I always wanted to go and stay a while," he admitted with a small smile.  "That fine with you, loves?"

"Just fine," the ladies agreed, smiling at him.

"Then I'd say we could work on arrangements."

"I leave that to Brast and Kathal," she said with a shrug.  "They don't want me to know about such things apparently."

"Pity.  You're the prize that most would want," Brailian assured her.  She blushed and he glared at Brast, who scowled back.  "Fine, we'll work it out among us.  With your leave, Sivya?"

"Sure, go ahead.  I'm going to go back to my reading.  I've got a meeting tonight about some ancient trade practices that are in abridgement and trying to be restarted.  We worked out the deal and one of the planet's people didn't like it so it's back to me," she sighed, shaking her head, looking at the pregnant one.  "Do you have to do this when it's a small planet?"

"No, usually we work it out and then argue about it in front of you," she admitted with a smile.  "Need help?"

"Do you know anything about Catklain and Hermesedez?"

"No, not much.  I know some about the cat people."

"There's one here, he's very nice.  He's one of my few friends in the palace," Sivya admitted.  "The other I'd barely heard of in the past."  She found her stack of papers on the table.  "This is the original trade agreement.  The blue copy is the new one that we worked out.  The red writing is what they wanted changed.  It seems silly to me."

"It probably is.  It's a political dance," Brailian offered, taking it to look over.  He looked up after a moment, noticing her staring.  "They are being petty. They're the smaller world.  Catklain can easily ignore them and sell to others.  I know many who would buy this material and more.  Their stones are legendary for scientific applications."

"I pointed that out, Rraaaaal said it was a matter of honor.  That until both sides had dissolved or there was evidence of bad faith so massive they couldn't ignore it, the trade agreement stood."

"Then you should either charm the Hermensedez applicant or have a serious word to him about what they'll lose."

"I've tried both of those.  He's being stubborn.  Rraaaaal said he can easily wait another four months.  The other one can't, they're running low and there won't be a shipment until this is worked out, but it's for medical equipment mostly.  That's what they make."

"They make other things, like military weapons," Brailian assured her smugly.  "Let me speak with him, Sivya.  After I speak with my old friend and catch up?"

"I refused to see anyone that didn't have a new emergency until tomorrow.  I've been having roaming headaches and Brain Clouds for weeks now.  I'm hoping a happier place would be easier."

"Hopefully so.  Do you need to rest?"

"No, I'm doing fine now," she admitted.  "All I need is some tea to drink and I'll be perfect, but they haven't finished brewing it yet."

"That's fine.  Let me catch up with Brast.  We'll use his room so we don't bore you to death rehashing old arguments."  He stood up and followed Brast back to his room, letting his ladies follow or not if they wanted.  They decided to follow and closed the door behind themselves.  "Is she yours?" he asked quietly, sitting on the bed to face his friend.

"She's a contract.  I agreed to guard her, help her with her wardrobe, and help her settle in.  I've done that," Brast noted.  "It's not my fault she went to the temple as an orphaned child and never got past her vow of celibacy since then."  Brailian gave him a long stare.  "Seriously.  She's not fit for the life.  She is good, but it would wear her down.  The same way being here does to me."

"If she were a pirate lass, would she be your mate?" Gerian asked.

Brast shrugged. "Possibly.  I do feel things for her, but she is not for me.  We are too different.  Whereas Brailian is exactly the sort she could get to like and who could understand her in her more bookish moods.  Or her sewing moments.  All you have to really do is guard her and guide her, Brailian.  I'm not asking for you to marry her in the clan sense."

"That would be hard to do since Halley said she's your woman and your mate."

"No, she's not," Brast said firmly.  "I could not be what she needed.  She needs someone who can anchor her here and live with her.  I can't do that.  You can until she's ready to find someone more permanent."

"Fine, I will not break her in.  She desires you anyway."  Brast glared at him.  "One Thinker to another, Brast.  If you would offer, she would be yours."

"That doesn't matter.  She's not mine.  I'm leaving in a few days."  He went back to his packing.  "If you think you can do the job, the papers are in my desk, in the drawer."  He turned around until soft arms went around him.  "I know, I'm being mean.  I'm not. I can't do that to her.  She's not mine."

"Then we'll protect her until she can be yours," Tyvana promised in his ear.  "Relax.  You'll be gone soon.  No more politics for a while, Brast."  He nodded, turning around to hug her.  "Has it been that bad?"

"For the last eight months, we've had weekly groups trying to get in here to kill her.  It's been a quiet two months but I can't help but feel there'll be another one sometime and it might even be military.  I don't know, she's the Thinker but she doesn't see the future."

"Then we'll help her," Brailian reminded him.  "That's what pirates are good at, fighting the military."  He smirked at him, resting back against the pillows.  "How else has it been?"

"Mind-numbing ambassadors.  She's been having headaches from them.  Being such a high Thinker means that she picks up each and every single plot.  She's minutes from dissolving the court and the Council that advises her."  Brailian winced.  "Exactly.  She's heard a number of plots, but if she does what she knows is right, then they come after her.  If she does as the crown says, they'll come after her.  If she plays into their hands, only half will come after her."  Brailian groaned. "She's a Level Nine, Brailian."  He winced again.  "So you have to be rather careful around her.  A few of her guards had to learn not to call her pretty as she walked past or she walked around with a blush all day."  He sat on the foot of his bed.  "Let's put it this way.  She started out with me, Rethna, and sixteen personal guards.  She's down to six personal guards and Rethna, and now you."

Brailian sighed as he nodded.  "This level of power is not comfortable for any who live in it.  My level of power isn't that comfortable sometimes so I can only imagine how bad her headaches are getting.  Is she taking anything for it?  I do have some powder left."

"Do not give that to her," he said with a frown.  "She doesn't need that.  Besides, you're going to Riven next.  They've got some herbal stuff there that she said worked very well.  She served in Proactor's temples in the past.  Speaking of which, you're landing the day before the Festival of the Candles.  She wants to take part.  One of her friends is a high priestess of Rivena.  Since she's still pure...."  He let it trail off.

"Interesting.  I'll gladly help her with that.  What's wrong with her hair?"

"The procurer will be meeting us on Riven with her apprentice.  I've been doing her hair.  Speaking of her hair, it likes to tangle around your hands, fair warning.  I've inadvertently pulled it a number of times."  He smiled.  "Other than that, I've mostly straightened out her wardrobe, not that it'll be very necessary in the next year, but you shouldn't have too many problems with that area.  Just train her better than I could and make sure she eats.  She gets lost in her studies and forgets."

"I'll take care of her for you," Brailian agreed.  "I'm considering her a loaner wife," he joked with a grin.  "Until you're ready to come back.  Or until I have to deal with the planet at home."

"I'll go there and send Halley," he offered quickly enough.

"Fine. Do that.  Where's the paperwork?"  The desk was pointed to so he got up to search it, coming out with the thick paperwork.  "This is thicker than most."

"They want to make sure that you're not going to ask for special favors for your planet.  The one I drew up is the last page.  The front is Kathal's.  It basically says the same thing, only in more words."

"Ah, legal speak."  He sat down to read them both, nodding at the generous terms.  "What's your fee for dissolution?"

"I don't have one."  Brailian looked at him.  "I only took this as a contract," he reminded him.  "It's not a real marriage."

"Has anyone told you it could be if you had suggested it?"

"Yes, and the last one I hit.  Rethna is still rather upset with me," he said dryly, smirking at him.  "She's pure, she's not my mate.  She's a job."

"Fine."  He flicked a hand and found a pen, signing them.  "There, done."  Brast smiled.  "Go, be free.  Since we're here, we can switch out on the trip up.  Just hide tonight."

"Thank you. The ambassador to Draven is here again."

"I imagine he's going to be killing himself once they get to Riven."

Brast snickered.  "Hopefully.  He's protesting the fact that she named a sentient watcher and a planetary watcher."  They all winced.  "She said it's going to stop and she meant it.  He was the first one she upset drastically.  The crown says so though so what can we do?"

"Survive," Gerian offered.  "Brailian, I'd love to stay...."

"I'll drop you off on the way back, dear," Brast offered gently.  "The palace is no place for a pregnant person.  Lord Argoness forbid another attack happens and you're here.  You'll go into labor during it.  Oh, all babies cry whenever they see Sivya.  We don't know why, but even Rraaaaal's son, who is very patient and very sweet natured, cries when she's nearby.  She's afraid of them and they know it.  She's walked into the nursery before and all the babies started crying."

"Then I won't ask her to babysit," Brailian said with a grin.  "I should go talk to her.  We can catch up later?" Brast nodded.  "Last chance.  You're sure you want me to watch her until you come back?"

"Yes," he said impatiently.

"Fine.  Then I guess I've got a pretty new one for the next year," he said with a leer, going out to talk to his new wife.  He handed over the paperwork.  "I'm at your service as Brast was."  She handed over a piece of paper.  "What's this?"

"My schedule for training."  She put her finger in her spot and closed the book around it.  "At least you'll have more than Brast did for that first three months."

"True," he agreed, looking over it.  "How good are you with a blaster?"  She grimaced.  "Can you kill?"

"I'm a priestess.  I may only kill to feed or clothe myself and only when necessary.  I may wound in self-defense."

"Agreeable," he noted, making a mental note about that.  "We can get you to the point where you're spot on with the targets and then teach you to wound from there.  You use a knife?"

"I have in the past.  I started out living on a farm, Brailian."  He smiled at her for that.  "I'm fairly realistic, but I'm also hampered by my vows.  Those are important to me.  I'm going to keep to most of them."  She blushed.  "Though I know that people wonder about one of them.  All too often."

He leaned back, getting comfortable.  "Well, I would expect others to wonder why he didn't bed you nightly.  After all, he is known for it at times.  You're very pretty.  Personally I think you scare him, Sivya.  You are something he hasn't wanted in a long time, a commitment.  Since his mate left, he hasn't really wanted one of those.  Though, you are *exactly* like my first wife.  He was right about that."  She blushed brighter.  "Now, I see my position about the same as his.  I'm here to help you.  For bedding and things like that, I'm going to wait.  A Thinker of your level is too sensitive to do so without knowing the other person very well."  She nodded, that made sense.  "So I'll leave it as if it happens, it does.  If my wives agree," he added with a small grin.  "About the wives...."

"Gerian is going home?" she suggested.  "In case there's another battle?"

He nodded.  "Definitely. She's too close to giving birth not to.  Tyvana said she wouldn't mind pretending to be your first wife, we've been talking back there while we teased Brast."  She reached forward, touching the chain to see the marking, which made him smile.  "Thank you for not testing me.  I know why you've had headaches in the past.  I'm only a Level three so please don't kill me the first time you talk to me and I collapse."

"I'm very gentle. I'm used to hushing my priestesses during services."

"Good.  I'll appreciate that," he agreed with a small smile.  "What else should we talk about?"

"Is this a good reason for the agreement to be broken?" she asked, opening the book and finding the section she had read over.  She handed it over, letting him read it.  "Subsection 3.9."

He read it, then nodded, handing it back.  "I would."  He grinned.  "Very well done."

"I'm sure Rraaaaal will only use it as a bargaining chip, but it is something."  She put a piece of paper in there after writing down the pertinent part.  "Do you know anything for the headache?  The healers here aren't used to Thinkers."

"There are three things.  One of them is a powder, you put it into a drink.  It eases the pain but it can become addictive over long periods and it can also make you stronger."  She shuddered. "There's something on Riven?"  She nodded at that.  "Then there's the totally gross stuff they fed you your first month on Alectran."

"I didn't get any of the purple shots."

"You didn't?  At your level?"

"I'd been at the temple for a little over a year and I was quiet.  They tried it once and I gagged and threw it back up on someone's shoes.  I'm guessing they decided that I didn't need it since I was so quiet.  They never did break my stress outlet." He looked interested. "It likes to come out and clean whenever I'm stressed.  The last time it did that, all of Brast's clothes were put away neatly, ironed without having to be ironed, and hanging properly in the closet."  He chuckled at that.  "They though it was odd, but they decided I had other things to worry about."

"Like the second collar?"  She nodded.  "You are going to take back up your practice?"

"As soon as we get to Riven.  It's a water talent."

"Very well.  Tonight, I'll go to dinner with you if you're going."  She shook her head.  "You should."

"I should, but then I'll get another headache.  There's some people out there who want nothing more than to skin me and send me into a goat pen.  If I show up, I'll get more pictures like that."

"Can't you send them away?"

"No one realizes how strong I am.  Even noting I'm a Thinker won't help.  We tried that, that's when they became such graphic images.  To the point where one of them who was about as powerful as you actually managed to injure me with a few of the thoughts he was putting out."  She rubbed her arm, an unconscious action.  "Him we had sent home.  The rest we really can't justify it.  They haven't done anything else recently."

"Very well.  How is your shielding?"

"As tightly as I can manage, but I know it's not my best area.  I was trained to do administrative tasks with mine, not to be a combat person.  They thought about it then decided I was probably going to stay in the temple."

"Then we'll work on the combative ideas," he offered.  She shuddered. "I know, but we can still work on the defensive.  There's got to be things that can help you if you're caught alone."

"Don't suggest that to Brast unless you want to hear the rant," she suggested with a wry look in his direction.  "It's happened in the past, including when he was knocked out.  I've managed before, and those weren't the times when my guards got hurt, except for one."

"Very well.  We'll be working with you and your guard, Sivya.  He said six and someone named Rethna?"

"He's my personal guard.  Rethna!" she shouted.  He opened the door and stepped in.  "This is Brailian.  He'll be taking over the role of making me a showpiece and continuing on where Brast and you leave off."

"Welcome," he said, holding out his hand.  "I've seen you around. You have a planet?"  Brailian nodded, shaking his hand.  "Hmm, interesting.  Lord Brast is where?"

"Packing so he can escape.  He's leaving either the same time we are or the day before."  Rethna sighed. "He made it very clear this was not the life for him," she reminded him gently.  "I can't keep him here while he's miserable or I'll never leave this room again."

"Good point," Brailian agreed, seeing her side of it now.  She loved him, he could feel that she did, but she couldn't stand to be around him while he was this miserable.  It was making her hurt more.  He stood up.  "Is she supposed to show up tonight?"

"No, no one expects her tonight."

"Good.  Can you slip Rraaaaal a message to look in the book at 3.9 on page 768?"  He nodded slowly. "It's what he needs to break them we think."

"Of course.  Should I tell the other one so he doesn't think you're playing favorites?"

"Up to you."

"Thank you, Empress.  Have a nice dinner.  How many?  I'll tell the kitchen."

"There's three extra, but one's pregnant."

"That's fine, I'll tell the cook."  He saluted her with the traditional fist in the middle of the chest and a slight bow before leaving.

"He really doesn't like Brast, does he?"

"Not at the moment.  Sometimes they're co-conspirators to sneak me away for a few hours. Then again, he hates that Brast nags."

"Really?  I've never been nagged."

"Apparently you eat on the same schedule as him."

Brailian smiled.  "He did mention that you could get lost in projects and forget to eat.   Did you eat yet today?"

"This is not interesting enough to keep me from eating.  Really, it's not."  She pushed the book farther away.  "We've got to clean the table off if we're eating in here."

"We could eat here."

"We could but then I'll get scowled at again," she noted.

"By Brast?"

"No, by my maids, who think I'm supposed to be proper in my own rooms."  She heard a beep and got up, going over to her communications panel, pushing a button to accept the message.  "Sister," she said happily.  "Greetings.  I see that the Goddess has blessed your tresses again."

"And my womb," she admitted happily.  "And you?  Any blessings?"

"Only of the follicular variety.  That's why I've paid a procurer a lot of money since I got kidnaped from the catacombs."  She smiled.  "Is it all right if we land the day before the Candles?"

"Of course!  We'd love for you to lead the parade as well, but we know you can't, sister."  She saw the blush.  "You still keep your vows?" she asked in shock.  She nodded. "Why?" Sivya touched her collar.  "Oh.  No one that can connect.  Agreeable.  Though your First Husband is adorable."

"We'll be switching out," she admitted, waving Brailian over.  "This is the new one.  The old one wants to go fly for a bit."

"Hmm, this one is spectacular as well," she admitted, smiling at him.  "Do you share names?"

"I'm Brailian."  He bowed and smiled at her, patting Sivya on the back.  "She's my loaner wife," he said with a wink.  The sister on the screen laughed.  "It's fine if she's in the parade?  Brast said she was looking forward to it."

"Of course.  We probably shouldn't put her in as the Virgin Rivena this year but we can definitely include her.  You can lead with the tall candle if you want.  I know the sister who was going to is down with a bad fall.  I'll check to make sure and call you in route or tell you that first night.  Are you going to conform to the dress code?"

"Yes, of course," she agreed with a grin.  "Though I may slip back into clothes now and then.  I leave that up to each individual in my household.  By the way, there will be a few bad points.  The ambassador to Draven is here."  She grimaced.  "Yes, and he's insistent that he's following us, even if it makes him unclean and unholy.  Also, there's a lot of bad thoughts around here.  Many of them centering on my health.  So can you have someone make up that nice potion for me?"

"Of course, Sivya.  I'll have the healer waiting with a dose.  No purple flower, right?"  She nodded.  "That's fine then, I can have that made up.  If you had called, I would have sent some."

"Truthfully, the headaches are keeping me from the worst of it," she admitted.  "I've had to isolate myself too many times so they know I'm not putting up with it.  I only hear emergency pleas and those from people who can control their thoughts.  Everyone else goes to Brast or Rethna to have them pass on messages.  Oh, the two guards you sent are just fine.  They're still alive and all that.  Very healthy.  One still sits on the foot of my bed all night."

"That's probably a good idea.  Are you stopping to announce more laws?"

"No.  That's all I'm doing this year.  I'm working on a series of trade agreements."  She heard a crying and smiled.  "Rraaaaal is here with his son.  I'll chat with you that night.  I'll make sure I have free time."  That got a smile.  "I can't wait to hug you.  It's been too long.  Bring the blessings with you."  She waved and cut the connection.  Then headed to the door to talk to the fussy baby and father.  "Did you get my message?"

"I did, and it's interesting.  May I borrow your copy?"  She nodded, getting it for him.  He smiled.  "Thank you.  Mine's a bit shorter than yours."

"Mine's the original," she agreed. "Hi, baby."  The baby let out a loud wail.  "Fine, I'll let you nap.  Happy reading.  Maybe reading it to him will help him sleep."

Rraaaaal laughed, shaking his head.  "That's an idea, Sivya, thank you.  Hmm, new husband greeting?"

"This is Brailian.  He claims I'm a loaner wife while Brast takes off for a while to fly in peace."

"Hmm, interesting," he purred.  "I'm Rraaaaal.  I'm one of her Counselors.  If you need me, yell for me.  I'm usually walking this one somewhere."  He bowed and left, heading back to his room.

She closed the door, then opened it and looked at the maid carrying the tray.  "We'll find a spot to put it," she offered.

Brailian took it from her, putting it on top of the papers, then on the floor once he figured out the pile was uneven.  "There.  We can eat like this.  Food!"

Brast and the ladies came out laughing and smiling.  "Good, the baby's starving," Gerian said as she sat down beside her mate.

"Pick first, Gerian.  I would not dare interrupt a baby's hungry period," Sivya offered with a smile.  "We can be in the Festival of Candles.  I may even get to carry one of the main pillars," she said proudly.

"Congratulations," Brast offered, smiling at her.  "You're sure you don't mind?"

"No, I know you're not comfortable here.  In truth, it'll be nice not to live to someone so unhappy all the time."  He sighed.  "You knew I noticed."

"I did," he agreed. "I'm sorry, Sivya."

"Not an issue. Some day I'll visit.  When I finally figure out how to negate the sickness I get from being on the ship."

"That would be fine," he agreed, smiling at her for the first time in a month. "Thank you."

"Like I said, I understand, Brast."

Someone knocked on the door and entered.  "There you are, Lord Brast.  Oooh, and another one," she said slowly, walking inside.  "Hello.  And you are?"

"Lord Brailian," he said with a smile, holding out a hand.  "She's been put into my custody while Brast runs away for a bit."

She shook it.  "Good to know. I'm Lasarae."

"Her guardian?" Gerian asked.

"More like her own, personal Ferganis female pack leader," she admitted. "Because I'm a big old kitty cat in my off duty hours."  She looked at Sivya.  "Speaking of, I need this weekend off. I can meet you on Riven if you'd like, Sivya."

"She'll need you there during the parade," Brast pointed out.

"No one on Riven would dare harm the parade," Sivya said dryly.  "To do so would make the Goddess Rivena very angry and everyone would become limp-headed and no longer have sexual pleasure.  Even the off-worlders know that, Brast.  You don't mess with the Goddess Rivena."  She smiled at her.  "That would be fine, Lasarae.  Family event?"

"Date actually."  She smirked.  "I'm very lucky.  So I'll see you there right after the Festival?"  Sivya nodded.  "Thanks, Sivya.  See you then as well, Lord Brailian and wives."  She bowed and left.

"She's actually very good.  She, like Rethna, likes to hunt me," Sivya said with a smirk.  "They're both excellent at it."

"I'll keep that in mind," Brailian agreed with a smile for her.

"Do you often escape?" Tyvana asked as she picked up another piece of meat to eat.

"Sometimes.  Sometimes to the garden, sometimes to the market to get some new embroidery strings.  Speaking of, I have one that would go perfectly with Gerian's outfit," she offered, getting up and grabbing it from her dresser before coming back.  "It's the first one I finished here."

"It's very pretty," she agreed, looking it over.  "It's soft and it does match. You made it all yourself?"

"The scarf was made by someone else, I did the embroidery."

"It took her six days to do so," Brast bragged.  "All she did was sit and read and sew.  Eat, Sivya."

"You nag like a woman, Brast," Gerian teased.  "I like it, thank you, Sivya."

"You're welcome.  When I was a priestess I used to use them for pocket change, but since I can't do that now they might as well be presents."  That got an understanding smile.  "We're having fireworks tonight."

"Tomorrow night," Brast corrected.  "Since you didn't appear at dinner."

"Shoot."  She looked over as someone else knocked on the door.  "Another unhappy person. What?" she yelled.  "I'm eating!"  Kathal, the Minster of the Household, walked in and bowed.  "Can we have the fireworks anyway?"

"If you wish," he said, blinking a few times.  "Empress, there's a strange ship in the yard and I was asked to see how it belonged to."  Brailian raised his hand.  "I see.  You are?"
 

"This is Brailian.  He's being the loaner husband," Sivya joked, making him cough and splutter.  "It doesn't work the other way?"

"Not always," he gasped.   He finally caught his breath.  "I'm the one Brast thought would serve her better since I know a bit more about the politics."

"Excellent.  Has anyone talked to you about the marriage contract?"  Brast picked it up off the table and handed it over.  "Even better.  We should announce this tomorrow."

"Let them wonder until we get to Riven," Sivya ordered.  "He can walk off the ship on my arm and it'll give people a chance to discuss something other than starting an army to kill me."

"That would be a nice change," Kathal agreed gently.  "Very well then.  Are you sure you're up to the fireworks?"  She nodded.  "I'll do that.  You may want to move your ship, it's right in the middle of the pathway from the city.  If there's room you may be able to park in the same spot Lord Brast is for a bit," he offered, bowing before leaving.  That was very interesting.  He wondered if his wife had heard that news yet.  He arranged for the fireworks to go on tonight after all then went to tell her.  It would make things much easier in the future.  He seemed very nice and knowledgeable, plus he knew he had been in on petitions before so he knew the system and hopefully would teach it to his wife.

~*~*~*~
 

Sivya smiled as she looked at the people of Alesar.  "I'm sorry it took us so long to leave.  I hope we weren't too much of a bother, though I know the explosions did bother more than me often."  That got a few titters.  "I'm sorry that you had to witness the lowly levels some people were willing to stoop, and I'm very sorry the time it spilled into the city.  This city will always have a place in my heart for putting up with me.  We all thank you and wish you prosperous trades and good mining."  She bowed and walked onto the ship, watching as the hatch sealed.  She looked at Brailian, who was waiting on her.  "That didn't sound too bad, did it?  Just off the top of my head."

"No, not bad at all," he offered, walking her back to their rooms.  "I've made a special drink for you.  It will help you recenter yourself for the trip. It should help some of the sickness and the inability to sleep."  She smiled at him and hugged him.  "Thank you, Sivya.  Come, let's lie down for a bit."  He let her into their cabin, letting his wife help her out of her heavy cloak and outfit, then handing her the laced drink. "Here, try this and lie down."  She gulped it, not grimacing in the last, then laid down obediently in her new wife's arms.  "There we are."  He laid down in front of her, merely cuddling since she was obviously still Brast's woman.  He would never steal his friend's woman, it would cause another war between the clans.  It was what had caused the last few as well.  She giggled. "What?"

"Tell me what they were fighting about last time?"

He stroked her cheek.  "You need to rest.  I'll tell you tales of pirate naughtiness later, Sivya.  Ignore the extra thoughts."  She nodded, yawning when he did.  Her eyes slowly drifted shut and she was soon fully asleep.  "Remind me next time, quarter dose," he said to his wife.  She kissed him.  "Thank you, Tyvana. Sleep sweetly."

"You too, Brailian."  She snuggled in on her new wife's shoulder.  "She is very comfortable."

"She is, she's also needing a lot of attention.  Brast refused to sleep in the same bed for fear he'd touch her.  The closest she'd get is when she moved in her sleep and end up on top of her guard from Riven."  He stroked the blonde hair off her face.  "Soon we'll have this all figured out, Sivya," he said quietly.  "Sleep sweetly."  She mumbled something and curled against Tyvana's body.  He smiled, fitting himself to her back.  She was very comfortable to sleep with.

~*~*~*~
 

Sivya walked into the temple to gather her candle, forcing herself away from the Virgin Rivena statue.  She went back to say a silent prayer, then went for the other one.  "Hello."  The priestess in charge squeaked.  "I was told that someone was injured so I might be able to take over?" she asked hopefully.

"Which sect do you belong to?" she asked, looking her over.  She knew this one from somewhere.

"Alia."

"Hmm.  You were here a few years back.  Back to serve?"

"In some ways," she said dryly, smiling at her.  "You might have seen the ship land yesterday."

"You're working with *her* then," she said, smiling at her.  "Good luck.  I remember that girl.  Nose always in a book.  Never a care for that hair of hers.  Always more interested in pleasures of the mind than any other pleasures, including the pleasures of nature."  Sivya nodded.  "Is she much better?"

"Sometimes.  Now she has to put up with petty people who make her head hurt so she retreats into the books to save her sanity."

"Hmm.  I guess that's reason enough.  Let's see now, you're not dressed?"

"No, I couldn't find my formal costume.  I found my veils, but not my regalia."

"That's fine.  You wear your veils. We know what they mean."  She headed into the back, looking at the other contenders to take the virgin statue and candles.  "There's now three too many of you.  Girl, come back here."  She trotted back that way.  "Good.  Wait with them, let's see if more show up."

"Of course, thank you, High Priestess Eliasa."

"Good girl."  She walked off, going to find the other candle holders.

"Couldn't find your regalia?" one of them asked, moving closer to help her with her veils.  "There, that's better.  How did you get such long hair?  Even though it needs moisture it's still stunning."

"There are these black scissors that they use on the Empress.  They tested them on me first.  They make hair grow.  They're from the Trevotates."  They all looked impressed.  "I was just with the palace on Alesar.  That's why I need more moisture."

"Enough chatter," Eliasa said as she came back.  She looked at the one girl, she still looked so familiar.  "Your temple has your regalia.  They said it appeared earlier."

"I'll pop around the corner to get it then.  Thank you."  She ducked out, taking the back passages out and across the shared garden area between the temples.  She walked in the back door and headed for the main temple area, bowing to the candle.  "Thank you, Goddess, for understanding and helping me.  Please, help me further with the next bout that's coming soon," she prayed.  "Give me the strength to get through this."  She saw her regalia and walked over, noticing it let her.  "May I?"  The candle flame went up higher so she took the regalia off and changed in there, leaving her clothes.  It was pretty. The green and silver fabric of the waist-cincher was very soft and comfortable once it was in position.  The skirt that fell from it was nearly see-through but it had always comforted her to put it on.  The small cape to go over her shoulders let her hair rest on top of something instead of beating her back with the massive braid she had it in.  She bowed to the candle again.  "Thank you, Alia, for allowing me this indulgence.  Praise be to your name and to your essences.  Peace to the sisters."

She walked out, stunning a few of the priestesses.  "I'm in the Festival," she said calmly, heading out the main door.  She walked around the front of the temple, meeting the others out there.  It was nearly dusk so the parade to the marriage altar would be starting soon.  Eliasa gave her the candle she would carry, one of the outer twelve, and pointed at her spot, right behind the main three behind the statue.  She took her spot on the left, smiling at the others.  The music started.  People shouted.  People threw flower petals, some of which made her sneeze.  She walked out with the procession, taking the Consecrated Virgin to the Marriage Altar so she could be married to her Intended.  It was a romantic festival.  She had always wanted to be the married one but couldn't.  She sniffled as they walked, it was so emotional and happy here.  One of the priestesses looked at her.  "I've always wanted to be her," she said as quietly as she could.  The priestess smiled and nodded at that, understanding it fully.  They continued through the main city, Proactor, and to the head temple.  There the candles were handed to off priestesses of Alia, all but hers, and the Virgin was carried up the stairs to her mate.  She smiled at the priestess next to her.  "I've always loved this festival."

"I can understand why, Empress.  How goes your home altar?"

"Not much with it lately.  I haven't found time to do more than quick devotionals.  There's been too much strife and pain.  I plan on coming in to do the full series of devotionals this week."

"That would be fine.  You were one of us, now you are all of us."  She smiled at her.  "By the way, your replacement is in the city somewhere."

"I hope she'll come see me while I'm here.  We have to move again in six months.  The next planet is arranging things so we have to go on time.  We'll be leaving right after the holidays so we can land right before theirs."  The priestess smiled at her.  "I do miss it so."

"We understand."  A cheer went up in the temples so they blew out their candles and laid them on the steps before retreating to their party of choice.  Sivya snuck back to her temple to put up the regalia, bowing and praying at the main altar like she hadn't been able to in a long time.

"Empress, your guards are about to bash in the door," one priestess called.

"Tell them to have patience, I'm nearly done," she called, looking up at the candle.  "I know it's a task I must do, but for how much longer, Alia?  Give me a sign and I'll gladly hand it over to those who are better suited to it."  She got up and bowed, backing out.  She turned and found her guard in there.  "You're not to be inside this part of the temple."

"Sorry, Empress.  Next time I'll wait at the door."

"Thank you."  She walked out after him, getting onto the animal drawn cart.  It was a beautiful night.  She stared up at the stars, watching the few comet trails that showed ships entering or leaving orbit.  Someday soon she would be back on one of those ships.  She looked over as they passed the main temple, smiling at the party going on.  "We should attend."

"Lord Brailian said to bring you home after you were done.  No diversions."

The next time they slowed down, she hopped off and headed off to join the revelers.  A few looked stunned so she smiled.  "This has always been one of my favorite festivals in any faith.  This and Alia's of harvest."  That got a cheer, it was another marriage ritual celebration.  She was handed a drink and slugged it back like a local, then went to dance and play among the people her own age.  It was so happy here.  It was like a drug to her pained mind.  The balm of the happiness was soothing away all the pain the attacks had caused.  Here she was happiest.  She did hear one person crying and sat down with her to counsel her.  She left much happier and went to tell her intendeds which one she would choose.  Sivya was rejoining the dance groups when someone grabbed her arm.  She smiled up at Brailian and pulled him with her to dance.  "It's helping," she assured him with a smile. Something she hadn't had in a while.  "They're happy and so am I."  She started off on the next pattern to the dance, losing track of him in the swirling and winding around, finding him eventually when he grabbed her again and swung her around, making her laugh.  It was such a happy occasion.  She let him lead her off after a few more dances.  She did stop to get another drink but that was normal.  She even let him drag her back to the palace.  "I feel better now."

"You should.  It was like a drug-induced high in that square."  He walked her past her guards, who were all scowling.  "It's one of her favorite holidays.  We should make allowances.  Let her clean up and I'll take her back down there."  He let her into her room, then closed the door, staring at her.  "Next time, give us some warning," he said quietly.  "I didn't even know you were going to be in the parade.  By the way, what were you wearing?"

"My regalia.  That's what a High Priestess of Alia wears to festivals."

"All right.  I can't refute that one.  Now go change.  I'll go back with you as long as you stay by my side. No wandering off and no more drinking."  She flung himself into his arms, kissing him happily before going to change into local clothes.  He stared at her in shock.  "I meant clothes, Sivya."   The see-through purple fabric around her hips, tied on one side and barely long enough to cover her if she sat down, was very pleasing against her skin.  Her hair was covering her breasts since she had taken it out of the braid, and she looked like a native.

"This is native clothes.   They all wear these transparent fabrics and flower jewelry."  She sat down to redo her hair quickly, then left, leading him out by the wrist.  She gathered Tyvana as well, taking them both back.  The main temple had moved on to follow the Virgin to her marriage bed but there were plenty of parties left.   It was well after sunrise by the time they made it back to the palace and they were all tired and sore from the dancing, plus Tyvana was a bit drunk from the liquor.  She smiled at Rethna as they walked past him.  "I had fun."

"I'm glad.  You also have an audience with the local dignitaries in about ten minutes."

"That's fine.  I'll be there."  She let her spouses go.  "Go rest.  I'll be in there soon."  She headed for the throne room, smiling at the people waiting on her.  "Sorry, just got back."

"You did go to the celebrations?" the lead woman asked happily.  They hugged each other.  "I'm so happy for you, Sivya.  I saw you in the Festival."  She brushed some of her hair out of her eyes.  "You sit.  You probably need it.  I remember the last time you were here."

"Me too, kind of," she admitted with a smile.  She shook the others' hands.  "Sit, please.  I thought I ordered chairs and couches in here," she yelled.  A few of the guards brought chairs and small tables to hold glasses.  "Thank you."  She smiled at one of them.  "Did you have fun?"

"It was interesting but not my method of enjoyment," he admitted with a blush, not looking at her bare chest.  "Empress, if I may ask, did something happen to your clothes?"

"This is how the locals dress.  I've spent a number of years here."  He blushed brighter and left after mumbling something.  "Forgive him, he's from about as far out as I was."  She sat down on the bottom step to her throne.  "Is there a problem?"

"We're worried about the violence Alesar had."

She held up a hand. "I understand, and everyone knows I will personally castrate anyone who does something like that here.  Unfortunately the crown wants me to put out an additional addendum when we move again, just after the holidays.  Two days after actually and then we're going to Tovar."

"Why?  It's a small industrial planet."

She nodded. "Which does have a tourism base to its economy but almost no one knows that.  That's why we're heading there.  Then an agricultural world, then an educationally centered world, then I'll figure it out from there."   She smiled.  "It'll be fine.  They won't and almost none of the ambassadors wanted to come with us for some reason.  Except for the one from Draven.  He's already here."

"Yes, I felt the gloom," the lead woman offered. "Having problems?"

"He doesn't like what the crown wanted.  He thinks we're destroying his way of life.  In truth, the crown is trying to protect his people from extinction.  I'm not going to argue with it.  The only good thing is that most of the courtiers are coming instead of the ambassadors so the shops should do very good business."  They all smiled at that.  "Of course I'll get some shopping done as well," she said with a wink for her oldest friend.  "Is there anything else I can do to reassure you?'

"No, I think you've done very well, Empress.  Even though those ones don't understand that those are already their rights."  He shook her hand and led women out.

"Call me the day you go to do devotionals.  I'll bring your replacement. She's at my house."  Sivya smiled.  "Go rest. I like that one even more seeing him up close."

"Yes, but you noticed I was still carrying a candle?" she said dryly.  "Hasn't happened.  Probably won't."

"Pity.  You'll have fun once you know what you're missing."  They shared a friendship kiss and then she left.

Sivya nearly bounced back down to her room, smiling and hugging Tyvana before climbing into bed.  "I'm happy now.  The person who took over my spot is in town.  My best friend is still here.  I got to do something that always made me happy.  Now I get to go to bed for a few hours."

"You party better than some pirates we know, Sivya.  You deserve it," she promised, letting her crawl in on Brailian's other side.  They could share him this time.  She watched as her current spouse curled up and snuggled in.  "Good night, Sivya. Sleep sweetly."

"Sleep sweetly, Tyvana."  She yawned and let herself drift off.  It was a very nice night.

Tyvana put her head down, matching her companion's posture.  She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
 
 

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