Benect's Freedom

  The three of them spent the long hours of the night just trying to accept the roles they now must play. As his personal house slaves, Benect could keep both women close to him, and now that Tarik had been absorbed into the loyal soldiers of the valley they need not worry about him. When the sun rose that next morning, a knock at the chamber door roused them from their slumber. Quickly the new Master of the valley rose to go to the door, until the less foolish Beyaja restrained him.

  “The Master has servants to get the door”.

  He was still lying in the big bed, absently stroking Nayare’s naked breast when Beyaja ushered in the healer.

  “Will my mate survive her ordeal?” he asked, feigning deep concern.

  The healer, hanging her head responded “she will live Master, but she will never be the woman you mated with. Her body will heal, but the damage to her mind will likely leave her simple. I fear the Master may wish to put her out as she will be little use to anyone now.” The old woman waited expectantly for the Masters response.

  “My mate shall not be turned out” he said. “Prepare her a room next to this one, and I will assign slave’s to attend her. Are you certain she will not recover fully?” he asked.

  “My Lord, she does not know who she is, or what she was, her mind was broken by the physical and mental abuse she suffered in her short captivity”.

  “Very well, your service is greatly appreciated” he said, making his voice drop as though forlorn and grief filled.

  When Beyaja returned, she looked at the lovers lying still upon the bed. “Master, you have a big day ahead; you should rise, and leave off your dalliance with that slave. Your new household will be assembled for inspection and claim this morning. You will be expected to select house slaves, and whether your lover there likes it or not, you will need to take several for we cannot manage a house this large alone. It would also be prudent to take a couple of the younger men to help with chores and keep the women well sated when your lordship is not using them.” Benect was taken aback; he had not considered that he would truly be the Master. He had been born into the life of a slave and done the impossible with the help of these two women. Kissing Nayare passionately he rose from the bed, and together they walked to the great hall, where the surviving slaves of the Manor were assembled for inspection. He could not free them, but he could see that the life of the slave here was if not easy at least worth living.

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