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Author’s Notes:

Yes, I know this is the third chapter and still no out-and-out sex! What is this world coming to when a story on this website doesn’t have sex? Next chapter is all sex, I promise. Well, to be honest, it’s mostly sex... there’s a little bit of other stuff, too. E-mails welcome but I may not have the time to respond:

Spring’s Second Half Moon

The warriors had left yesterday morning to track down the men. I had decided I’d mete out punishment myself so was expecting them to return at some point in the next moon phase or two. Yesterday was spent cleaning house and getting ready for my eldest daughter’s Mauik ceremony [perhaps a coming-of-age ceremony]. By next full moon she’d be off at a military training camp, a woman with her own weapons, her own clothes, her own self-possession. I had decided to give her a horse as her Mauik gift and this morning I hoped to have time to work on the two-year-old’s training just a little more. Ketch had been there for Pia’s birth and if she did not love the idea of military life so much she probably would have decided then and there to stay with me and raise horses. Ketch had been heavily involved in Pia’s early training and it seemed fitting to send them off together into their adult lives.

Leaving Gaen in ael’s capable hands I took ona with me to the horses. Even after three years I was still trying to figure out how to house the horses. I didn’t want Paka getting his own daughters pregnant but there seemed little that could hold him. So I had my workers clear a field around the biggest tree we could find on the homestead. He was tethered to the tree within sight of the front yard. I shaded my eyes to look at him and he pricked his ears in my direction. We had gone riding yesterday and he had seemed so happy to run and run and run.

The breeding mares [it is unclear how she obtained them if they were considered necessary for the war] were with their children on the other side of the front yard in an uncleared patch of forest. I had brought some goats in to clear the land because my workers had been out in the fields this Spring. They were slowly eating everything green they could get their mouths around and the horses were eating the grasses that were starting to spring up in the sunlight. The herd was a beautiful thing to watch. Even when they were just standing around chewing their food. It looked like a much smaller herd with five young horses gone.

“Stand here, boy,” I ordered and ona gratefully stayed behind in the yard while I walked toward the horses and called for Pia. She came trotting over, along with her brothers and sisters. They were all fearless and inquisitive. But when they realized I didn’t have any food for them they wandered off while I put a lasso rope around Pia’s neck.

My sisters had talked of seeing a seat between the horse and its Gareka and some warriors had actually found these things still attached to the horses they recovered, but I had not yet decided if I wanted to try to make something like that. I swung myself up onto her back, removed the rope from around her neck and looked back at ona.

“Stay there and don’t move a muscle!” I called to him and I clucked my tongue at Pia to get her moving. We headed toward ona and I gathered the rope in my hand. I urged her into a trot and as we got closer to ona I could see fear on his face. He had to trust me and not move. I swung the rope over my head and launched it at ona. Pia and I had been practicing this on fence posts but this was the first human target. On the first try the lasso went over ona’s head and around his neck. I stopped Pia before we could jerk him to the ground and we turned and walked back to him. He was trembling.

“You did good, ona. I’m glad to see you trust me enough to stay still when I tell you to.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Are you ready to return to your mother today?”

He stood silently and I could tell he did not want to tell the truth. Finally he knelt and forced the words out of himself.

“Master the truth is that I’d prefer to be lassoed.”

I laughed despite his somber face and dismounted Pia. I removed the rope from around his neck and patted his cheek. He started to cry.

“ona, stop crying. It is every boy’s fate to serve his family how they wish. You should see it as an honor that they want to keep you at their homestead. Now that you have been here a few moons you have changed from a child who knew only goats to a boy who can serve his sister well. Isn’t that a great accomplishment for you and I both?”

He sniffled and nodded his head slightly. I went down on one knee and held his chin in my hand, lifting his face to me.

“For once, ona, I ask you to look into my eyes.” He did so for a brief moment and I saw his soul trembling behind his pupils. I let go of his chin.

“ona, everyone at some time looks into their future and fears it. I, myself, have been afraid when I did not understand what the future held. I could not imagine, even watching my mother every day, what it would be like to be a Whetstone. Yet here I am, in my place, and I embrace it. It is time for you to understand your place in this world and do not fear it. Do you need help embracing your place? That is what I am here for. Should we perform the second whetting before you leave with your mother?”

“Yes, Master. I am afraid of my place in this world.” He looked like he wanted to say more.

“Tell me why, ona, I need to know what you’re thinking in order for the second whetting to be successful.”

Usually the second whetting takes place a moon or two after the boy has left, giving him and his mother or master a chance to see what aspects need to be fine-tuned. ona’s fumbling manner had shown me that his mind needed more help than that. There was something beyond the usual fear we all feel when our lives are about to change.

“My sister, Kapeth. The one my mother wants me to serve. She is not a nice woman. I don’t want her for my master.” He started to cry again. He bowed his head, ashamed to be crying, and I pet his hair. He told me, through sobbing breaths, all about Kapeth and I started to understand. She wasn’t the worst woman I’d ever heard of, but to a twelve year old boy she must be terrifying. I let him talk himself out and catch his breath, Pia standing behind me, patiently. Finally he was done, relaxed, and drying his eyes and his snotty nose on his arms. I stood and he looked at my feet hopefully, as though he thought I could make his sister disappear. But the truth was I could only make his fear disappear.

Ketch came running up with Gaen close behind.

“Mom! Mom!” Ketch yelled and I yelled back, “What! What!”

She broke into a smile and slowed to a trot before stopping in front of me.

“What are you doing with Pia? Are you training her to capture runaway men? Are you going to hunt for the free men who hurt our messenger?”

“Are you going to kill those men?” Gaen asked excitedly.

“Darlings, have you ever seen me kill a man?” I asked innocently, trying to change the subject so Ketch wouldn’t find out what I was really doing with Pia. They nodded enthusiastically.

“There was that time—remember, mom?—when you killed Kama’s slave because he was attacking her. One word from you and, bam!, he was dead on the ground! That was so cool!”

“And the time that free man was caught harvesting the grain a day early. The field workers dragged him to you in the front yard and you cut his throat! That was gross!” added Gaen.

I laughed and clasped them both on the shoulders.

“You, too, will have opportunities to kill. I hope you have learned from those two examples. Did I kill for fun?”

“No, mom.”

“Did I kill for spite?”

“No, mom.”

“Then why did I kill?”

They were silent for a moment. I heard a hiccup from ona and glanced around Ketch to see he was crying again.

“ona, stop. I’m not going to kill you.”

My daughters turned to look at him as though noticing him for the first time.

“What’s wrong with him?” Ketch asked with a frown of disgust.

“As his Whetstone I cannot tell you,” I answered sternly, mainly to teach Gaen by example. I looked from boy to almost-woman and a thought began to form in my head.

“Ketch, you aren’t taking your house slave with you when you leave, are you?”

“No, toto wouldn’t know what to do outside of our homestead walls. He’s a total house boy,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Would you like to have a personal slave with you?”

She looked from me to ona and back. She sneered, “You mean that pile of sniveling wimpiness? Paugh! What could he do to help me?”

I turned to ona, “Boy let’s put you through your paces. If you show how willing you are and can convince Ketch to take you along, I might buy you from your mother.”

I sent Pia back to her herd and walked away from my daughters. ona followed faithfully two steps behind and the girls followed us toward the house. In the public room ona knelt by the doorway as I formally invited my daughers in to be seated. I sat with them and motioned to ona, who quickly disappeared.

As we chatted about Ketch’s party, ona, without a word from me, first brought us cold tea then washed my daughters’ feet, then mine. He knelt again by the door until I signaled for food. He brought a platter from the kitchen and fed Ketch himself, his eyes never leaving her lips and his hands quick to provide another morsel when she swallowed. We finished our lunch and I ordered ona to help Ketch bathe and dress and to be at her beck and call for the rest of the day. When his mother arrived I would send for them both and Ketch would give her verdict. Either way I would perform the second whetting, there being certain thoughts to implant in the slave of a warrior.

“Gaen, you should come to the second whetting with me.” She nodded and left for her afternoon studies. I sat at the table and could not leave, as every few moments another servant would come with questions about preparations for the night’s feast and ceremony. The afternoon flew by and, as the light began to wane, ona’s mother’s arrival was announced.

I stood in the front yard to greet her as she swept in with her daughter in tow. Maurn Kama was overbearing for such a short woman and her daughter, Kapeth, no less so. They matched in height, clothing, everything, and could be mistaken for sisters. Maurn Kama had no doubt planned this and I played off it properly.

“Maurn Kama, I am pleased to see you and, goodness, is this your sister or your daughter? You both look lovely today.”

Maurn Kama smiled broadly and Kapeth flashed a quick toothy grin.

“And you, Whetstone. I am pleased to be here. Is the boy ready to come home?”

“Please step into the cool of the house and I will present your boy to you.”

We stepped inside and there was Ketch, already standing by the table, and ona, already kneeling by the doorway. He prostrated himself when his mother and sister entered and exited when Ketch signaled to him. The two women seated themselves, then I sat, then Ketch after us, as ona returned with cold tea for everyone. He hurried out again and the women glanced at each other.

“It looks like you’ve worked your magic again, Whetstone. So far his every mannerism is proper. I shall never understand how you break boys so easily and perfectly. I remember when you trained my concubine, woan, for me. I tell you, he is so good in bed!” She giggled and I smiled. woan had not been the easiest to train in all aspects but was eager to learn all about sex. He had been an older boy with an innocent air about him and a tendency to laugh while making love.

“I remember woan. He was certainly energetic,” I replied. The women laughed at this and I started to relax.

ona returned with water and cloth and washed his sister’s feet first. She kicked him in the chest.

“Oops, sorry slave, I lost my balance,” she smiled. ona did not reply, merely finished drying her feet before turning to wash his mother’s. He then turned to wash mine but I told him he could return to the doorway. There he knelt, with his eyes lowered, hands palm down on his thighs, looking for all the world like a calm, content slave, and I knew Ketch had made up her mind and shared her thoughts with him. I looked at Ketch to confirm this and she nodded.

“Maurn Kama, we have come to enjoy ona’s service,” I began.

“Oh, I’m sure you have. Your slaves are all middle-aged or older!” she interrupted, “It must be nice to have a young boy around to fetch and carry.”

“Yes, and he’s proven able to do that very well for my Ketch, who becomes a woman and a warrior tonight.”

“Oh! Congratulations, Ketch! Had I known I would have brought a gift! You must be very excited.”

“Thank you, Maun Kama. I am very excited. Please don’t worry about a gift, having ona serve me while he was with us was gift enough.” A misleading sentence, since he had served her less than a day, but I didn’t bother to clarify.

Kapeth cleared her throat, “Mother, may I say something?”

“Of course, darling.”

“apa has been serving me quite well for so many seasons. Perhaps we can give Ketch a gift after all.”

“Why, Kapeth! What a wonderful idea! Whetstone, would you please do me the honor of taking ona as a gift for your daughter? Every good warrior needs a slave to aid her.”

I smiled and graciously accepted. It had cost me nothing to gain a slave for my daughter. The next step would be to get ona over his fear of horses. I couldn’t decide if the lassoing had helped or hindered.

After giving Maurn Kama gifts of food and cloth to take home with her I checked the grain hall to see that the tables and decorations were ready. My cook had things in hand so I sent for ona and Gaen. Ketch’s house slave could help her with her preparations and if I could whet ona before the feast started I could give her two presents at once. I was happy to be able to give my eldest daughter both a horse and a slave on her Mauik night. She would be the first one of her generation to have a horse.

Gaen and I walked toward the Whetstone House with ona following obediently. The coals were out when we arrived and I growled impatiently. Gaen built a new fire as I sat ona down before the whetstone and started the call and response.

“The whetstone sharpens the knife.”

“The whetstone sharpens the mind.”

It took a bit of chanting, especially as the night grew darker and the fire had not yet warmed the room. ona was too excited about the turn his life was about to take and I was half-thinking of the feast. Finally the whetstone worked its magic and ona started to relax, his will dissipating and his eyes fluttering.

“ona, your mind is a knife. The whetstone sharpens it for Ketch’s use. She owns you.”

“Ketch owns me.”

“you will always be loyal to Ketch. You belong to her completely.”

“I belong to her completely.”

“In battle you will fearlessly guard her without hindering her. In camp you will assist her selflessly. In peace you will always seek the best way to meet her needs.”

“In battle I will guard her without hindering. I will assist her in camp. I will meet her needs.”

“You are her instrument, her knife. You do not fear her weapons but will keep them perfect so that she can rely on them in battle.”

“I will keep her weapons perfect.”

“You love to sharpen her sword. You love to mend and polish her armor. You love to care for her horse, Pia.”

“I love to sharpen her sword, to mend and polish her armor, to care for Pia.”

“You do not fear horses and you especially love Pia.”

“I love Pia.”

“You are the devoted slave of warrior Ketch and cannot imagine wanting to serve another woman.”

“I am the devoted slave of warrior Ketch and cannot imagine wanting to serve another woman.”

“You are smart enough to quickly learn anything Ketch or another woman wants you to learn, and you are discreet enough to share your knowledge with no one but Ketch.”

“I am smart and discreet.”

“You are a fine blade to add to Ketch’s collection. She is proud of you and the Whetstone is proud of you.”

“I am a fine blade. Ketch is proud of me. The Whetstone is proud of me.”

I went over everything twice and added a few surprises here and there that would unlock when he reached puberty. There’s no harm in a warrior using her slave to prepare her for battle in bed.

Gaen paid full attention, having never witnessed a whetting for a warrior slave before. She was drinking in the sight of a fully submerged boy hearing every sentence as the truth.

When I was done I brought him out of his trance and his face was shining. He smiled broadly at my feet and prostrated himself before me.

“ona, slave of warrior Ketch, your second whetting is complete. Serve my daughter well.”

“I will, Master. I will. I promise with my heart and soul.”

“As it should be. Now come with me to get Pia.”

Rather than hang back as he had that morning, he leaped up to follow me to the horses as Gaen gasped.

“You’re giving Ketch a horse?” she squealed, “I want a horse! I want a horse!”

I laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as we walked to the mares and their children.

“Sweetheart, there is plenty of time for you to pick out a horse and learn to ride. Let tonight be for your sister and don’t be jealous.”

She sighed and leaned into me and I took the opportunity to teach her more about whetting.

“Gaen, what is the most important thing you learned tonight at the whetting?”

She didn’t hesitate before saying, “You made ona a better slave by telling him he was smart and capable of doing difficult things. You made him feel better about himself.”

I nodded, “That’s right. Men and women are the same in this respect at least. Our thoughts about ourselves color the way we act in the world. It is easy to manipulate both men and women in this way. You do not even need a whetstone. It is important knowledge and you must use it wisely. It can be as strong a weapon as the sword.”

“Is being a Whetstone better than being a warrior?”

“There is no ‘better than.’ They are paths in the same forest. Why do you ask?”

“Sometimes I want to be a warrior. Ketch lets me practice with her when she does sword fights and stuff. She says I’m really good.”

“It would be against tradition if you became a warrior. And who would take my place?”

“Krayl, of course. She’s been learning from you for more seasons than I’ve been alive.”

“But she’s not my daughter,” I sighed. Krayl was a good woman, but rather weak. She was good at whetting but not at day to day training. Her mother had died and she was still attending to matters at her own homestead. I wasn’t even sure if she’d come back after the funeral.

Gaen sighed, too, and broke away from my hug.

“Mommy, I want to do everything!”

“Good, the more you learn about everything the better you’ll do at whatever you choose.”

She stared at me a moment.

“You mean it?” She whispered. We stood by the horses, the younger ones heading towards us in search of a treat, and ona kneeling by my ankles. I looked at her and she looked at me. I nodded.

“You get dreams from some god whose name we do not even know and save my sisters and other warriors from a rain of stones. How can I keep you from something this spirit may have in store for you? I would rather help than hinder.” I was thinking of my own sister, Band, and Gaen saw this.

“Auntie Band has no path, right?” she asked.

“Auntie Band has a path. Everyone does. It’s just that no one can see hers. Well, maybe she can see it, at least.”

“Like a leopard has a path no one can see but him.”

“Exactly. Now, let’s get Pia ready.”

I handed the lasso rope and a sweet fruit to ona, who rose and walked to Pia. This was Pia’s first time being approached by a male and I wondered how she’d handle it. ona was trembling a little, despite the whetting, as he held the fruit out to Pia.

“Keep your hand open and your palm flat, you don’t want to lose a finger,” I warned.

His hand jerked open and the fruit fell to the ground. Pia leaned her head down to eat it and ona patted her neck.

“Go ahead and scratch her neck, ona, she likes that.”

He scratched tentatively at her, then harder, and Pia started to lean into his hand. He put the rope around her neck and led her to us. She followed obediently and stopped beside him. ona was unsure of what do to next and tried handing the rope to me.

“No, ona, you lead her to the feast. If she starts to balk, just keep your free hand on her neck and talk quietly to her. I’ll be right here in case you need help.” I hoped the exposure she’d had in her training was enough to keep her from bolting at the noise of the feast.

Gaen and I walked ahead of ona and the horse toward the grain hall. The threshing floor had been layered with straw, the tables laden with food, and the drummers had started a relaxed beat to call everyone to the food. All the relatives who could make it were there, along with the Mauyls from our village and their families. Concubines could be seen here and there flirting with their women and a few slaves were in attendance, but the latter mainly stayed outside and let my slaves and servants provide for everyone.

Ketch was at the head table in her warrior uniform and looked less like my daughter and more like her own woman. Her house slave had polished and honed her weapons and hung them on the wall behind her. He was kneeling next to her with her cup in his hand. My two middle daughters sat to her left with their own slaves and were laughing loudly at a joke no one else had heard. Women were starting to line up to pay their respects to Ketch and give her gifts but were waiting for my arrival.

When I entered with ona and Pia in tow Ketch’s eyes lit up and I was the proudest mother ever. Everyone stopped talking and turned to me. I kissed Gaen and sent her to sit with her sisters. When she was seated I addressed the party.

“Family, you are welcome to my eldest daughter’s Mauik ceremony. Before this evening she was half child and half woman. Tonight, with the half moon as witness, she is wholly a woman and a warrior. It is my pleasure to present her to you as such.”

The women ululated in pleasure and Ketch yelled back at them with her best warrior cry, her eyes bright and her nostrils flared.

“It is every mother’s duty to help her daughter start her path on the right foot. I am blessed to be able to help her with these two gifts.”

I stepped aside and ona and Pia were smothered in cries of delight. Pia stepped nervously but ona did a fine job of keeping her under control. ona himself blushed a bright red, while keeping his attention on the horse.

“Daughter, I give you Pia, your horse to ride in battle, and ona, your slave to attend to you both.”

Ketch stood and bowed to me and I bowed back.

“ona, return Pia to her mother, then come serve me,” she said. ona bowed as best he could with a nervous Pia at his side then turned and left the hall. I made my way through the throng of women to her side and waited for her to sit. I sat to her right and the women began to bring their gifts.

It was a very satisfying night that seemed both to stretch out to the next full moon and the span of two breaths. The ceremony made me cry. My first daughter now a woman. Seeing her blood on her fingertips made me think of my own ceremony and I realized I must have the same look on my face as my mother had then. I got through it only by promising myself a visit from my concubine the next day.