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“Why is qahwah a secret?” Penny asked, beginning to eat with Chas.
“First, because it’s an advantage. We always prefer to keep our advantages over our enemies, for as long as possible,” Sindonie explained. “Second, we always want to avoid unexplained contacts with other parts of the world that the humans don’t have. Everywhere we go, we try to blend in and be like the hucows as much as we can.”
“Hucows?!” the girls laughed. “Is that like…”
Sindonie pinkened. “Human cattle.”
“But we’re—”
Christendom, dar al-Islam, and Beyond
“Let’s stay on track, shall we? Speaking Arabic as fluently as you both do, you can range from Spain to India and the Balkans to the ports of the Indian Ocean without raising an eyebrow. In Christendom, you can be what you are, gentle English. Your class was at one advantage the Countess intended you to have by selecting you.
“But because you’re both so fair and pale, and you would have trouble blending seamlessly, in dar al-Islam—the Muslim world—your story will be that you are Saqaliba—from the Balkans. The other option would be Circassians, but since saqaliba live amongst Christians, you’re less likely to be caught posing as a Saqlabi. Either way, it’s a near-perfect cover for a mamluk or jariya because as Christians and pagans, respectively, Saqaliba and Circassians, like blacks, are preferred as slaves in the Western part of dar al-Islam. Many if not most mamalik and jawari are Saqaliba or Circassian. To serve the Queen outside Christian and Muslim territories, you would have to learn other languages.”
“Does she have operatives in Cathay?” Penny asked, wide-eyed. “The West Indes?”
“And beyond. She has operatives everywhere there are people. I’m told those include parts of the world no one in Europe has ever even heard of. Now try your qahwah, girls,” she insisted. And when they hesitated to touch their cups to their lips, she said: “I know it smells harsh. Try it. With sweetening, you’ll come to enjoy it.”
And they did. “I do love sugar, Mistress,” Penny admitted.
“I know you do, dear. Now eat up. Not rudely, but efficiently. The human servants were beginning to prepare baths for you when I took your food.”
Honeymoon Advice
“Is there anything we need to know about our seclusion to be prepared, Mistress?” Penny asked between bites.
“According to rumor, you girls have already learned most of what you need to know for the honeymoon,” she teased them again, watching them squirm a moment, a distant look coming into her eye as she doubled down. “I remember when I first met each of you. You did look girlish to me, as many children do. But the way you evolved and grew… you’re both quite lovely and feminine.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” they chorused, turning redder.
“The Queen has a remarkable eye for transgender jawari. I’ve met dozens of them and like you, most of them don’t even need makeup. Your Svadhishthana Cages will help you look like beautiful young women by preventing the further growth of hair. But to preserve your beauty, it will be important for you to keep eating carefully, avoiding male animal flesh, and using the herbs and spices as you’ve been trained, even when you are out on your own.”
“Yes, Mistress,” they answered. “We understand,” Penny amplified.
After considering carefully for a moment, Sindonie continued: “To answer your question, I know you’ve had a very hard week, and that you are struggling with anger and confusion about the changes. Especially the cages, collars, and twisters, and… what she expects of you to serve her cause.” Their eyes blazed with the truth of that, and their hurt. “Oh, dear girls, I’m so sorry,” she reached forward, placing a gentle hand on each girl’s shoulder and neck to connect and empathize with them. “Even I, who was not adopted as a child but came into the Queen’s service as an adult, have had to face—challenges.” She bit her lip, shaking her head slightly but firmly as if rejecting something. “Serving our Queen is not easy. But the same can be said for any human King. Their concerns are not ours.”
“Your honeymoon is a time for you to heal your connection with Her, to feel the joy of your union with Her, while learning your new relationship with Her. Try to find other outlets for your anger, like working hard to serve her. And sublimate the feelings you can’t work out, into your natural submissiveness. In this respect, you are more fortunate than the mamluks. We’ve given you all the tools we can to prepare you to be content, even joyous, in your service and obedience to her. The mamluks have rigid honor where you have bent desires, but honor keeps them even more emotionally separate, from Her and from other humans, even as it protects their loyalty and fidelity. You have… this. There is no ‘honeymoon’ for the mamluks beyond what they enjoyed of your trials. They are pushed out into the world, not sheltered at home from it.”
“Also, now that you are proven and sworn to Her, She can start to share Her amazing knowledge and experience with you. You cannot even imagine the worlds she moves through. If you can relax, and follow her lead, try the new things—like qahwah—that she tries to show you, you will be a richer and better person for it. And, I am told, you will know dark delights that she only shares with her jawari.”
The boys shivered with both the warmth and the chilly thrill of anticipation, looking at one another, and then back at her, anxiously, seeking and receiving reassurance from one another and her eyes. “Thank you, Mistress Sindonie,” they chorused.
Valide to Valide
“Good. Here, stand up,” she urged them, walking to one side of the table and embracing both girls for a long, tight hug. “With your initiation,” she began, her voice cracking as all three of them began to sob together, “With it, I will no longer be your valide. For most jawari, that role would belong to the most-senior jariya; but for the two of you, your valide will be your Domina. I promise, though, I will always be your governess, and I will always be here for you.” With a final, intense squeeze, she implored them: “Trust and obey your Queen and Domina and—” she could hardly say it “valide in all things. Trust and obey her. Promise me!”
“We promise!” they bawled, delaying their separation.
But finally, she shook her head and backed away, wiping her eyes and waving vaguely toward the stairs. “Come! We’ve taken too long already. Penny—no, you’ll want to keep your blanket around you—girls, please work together to bring the tray with you and set it in the Great Chamber.”
CHAPTER SIX PART 45: “LE SACCAGE DE LA SALE BÊTE ROUGE (RAMPAGE OF THE DIRTY RED BEAST)”
2025-03-29 Literature Section “06-45 Hella Honeymoon II”—Accompanying Images: 1539-1541. 1142 words—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.
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