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Damn the old lady. Damn her into whatever creative torments have ever been invented for priests to wish on their theological opponents, all simultaneously, for ever and always, let it be done.
Aya is quite aware that she'd revise this opinion if her opinions had any power over the fate of the old lady. Since they do not, she will stand here and silently call down curses.
She was supposed to be willed to herself. She had plans. She was going to sleep in the temple attic and work for the post office and save up enough to go to Carthapane. She was pretty sure she could be enrolled in a college by twenty-five, doing something useful by thirty - she was undecided pending her more formal education between illegal human export and working within the system for debt relief or purchase-to-manumit programs -
And now she'll just count herself lucky if she gets bought by someone with loose enough security that she can flee over the border without falling into a magic, attempt to teach herself Tsopixi, and do - she doesn't have a plan after that, now. Her plan went up in smoke when the old lady's will was read and she was left to the idiot grandson and the idiot grandson traded her to a reseller for enough to cover his bad investments. She can't go work for the post office with marked heel and no papers.
And she is keenly aware that she is sixteen going on seventeen, which is a much different situation than she faced when she was on the block a decade ago being advertised for her literacy, assessed for her ability to take dictation.
She shifts position. The chain between her collar and the wall jangles. She watches people going by, browsing, reading the sign posted in front of her.
"Ayabel" - 125 seo
16 yrs, healthy
Reads & writes (Esevi, some Ancient Sudre)
10 yrs housegirl experience, previously farming
No history of rebelliousness
Yeah. No history of rebelliousness, because the old lady was old and coming up on the end of her life, the old lady let her read books and left her enough free time to think and draw, the old lady was going to will her to herself and then she could get started on her life.
This history won't last long, Aya doesn't think.
Most especially if anyone looks at the second line and brings her home for the obvious thing.
namesthesky
The thin crowd thins further, and a moment later the cause is revealed: a man wearing a ducal stole and a sour expression comes into view, trailing a single servant. The stole is orange-red, with a black-and-white badger embroidered on the left hanging end and a white-and-black heron on the right. A wide embroidered border presumably continues the heron-and-badger motif, although the details of the tiny figures are hard to make out at this distance.
"The selection is execrable," the duke is telling his servant. "For all the good the border markets are doing us, we could have stayed home."
"The selection is execrable," the duke is telling his servant. "For all the good the border markets are doing us, we could have stayed home."
makeyourselfuseful
"We must have come at a bad time," she says. "But you remember I checked the Chiyavio markets yesterday, your grace. Trust me, home would be worse."
"Fine," grumps the duke. He catches sight of Ayabel and gives her a considering look, then gestures in her direction for his servant's benefit. "That one's not bad."
namesthesky
Aya thinks fast.
The stole means "duke", which means - decent household security, probably, but also luxury, and also probably a relatively limited set of people with access to her. She could wind up sold to some kind of labor rental outfit, or to somebody who doesn't have the scratch to make keeping slaves practical but does it anyway to look richer than they are. The color means Viore, which is a step closer to the border than she is right now.
She ducks her head and approximates a polite curtsey, like the old lady's niece made her learn once.
The stole means "duke", which means - decent household security, probably, but also luxury, and also probably a relatively limited set of people with access to her. She could wind up sold to some kind of labor rental outfit, or to somebody who doesn't have the scratch to make keeping slaves practical but does it anyway to look richer than they are. The color means Viore, which is a step closer to the border than she is right now.
She ducks her head and approximates a polite curtsey, like the old lady's niece made her learn once.
makeyourselfuseful
The servant approaches her with a generally cheerful demeanour.
"Hello," she says. "My name's Berete. Housekeeper for his grace the Duke of Viore. Have you served in a large household before?" (Comparatively unlikely that she's served in a duke's house, there being only one of those per province, but plenty of rich folk have estates of comparable size.)
"Hello," she says. "My name's Berete. Housekeeper for his grace the Duke of Viore. Have you served in a large household before?" (Comparatively unlikely that she's served in a duke's house, there being only one of those per province, but plenty of rich folk have estates of comparable size.)
namesthesky
"My mistress, rest her soul," prattles Aya (no one cares what she actually thinks) "lived alone except for me, but often had visitors."
namesthesky
"I cooked, cleaned, did the laundry, took dictation and read her correspondence aloud for her, ran errands in town, kept the flower garden, prepared rooms for guests and looked after them, minded her budget, nursed her when she was sick, and translated parts of her library from Ancient Sudre."
makeyourselfuseful
Berete listens to this recitation, then nods and turns back to the duke. "I think she'll be fine, your grace."
"If only we'd thought to get him a book in Ancient Sudre to go with her," the duke says dryly. "Buy her, then, it's past time we were done with this nonsense."
namesthesky
Get - whom a book in Ancient Sudre? Aya hasn't studied the ducal family of Viore in enough detail to call anything to mind. Maybe she'll be caring for his aged father or uncle or something.
Maybe not. Maybe this was a miscalculation, insofar as she has any leeway to calculate.
She holds quite still and waits.
Maybe not. Maybe this was a miscalculation, insofar as she has any leeway to calculate.
She holds quite still and waits.
makeyourselfuseful
Berete returns very shortly with a market employee carrying a key ring. He unlocks Ayabel's collar, takes the attached chain off the wall, and walks away with them.
"Come along," Berete says to Ayabel as the duke starts walking back the way they came. "It's not that far to Chiyavio by carriage; we should be home not long past sundown."
"Come along," Berete says to Ayabel as the duke starts walking back the way they came. "It's not that far to Chiyavio by carriage; we should be home not long past sundown."
namesthesky
"Yes ma'am," says Aya, following with careful steps. She doesn't know if the duke is the sort to beat her for falling or not. (She couldn't tell by looking, or she'd have wanted to check before deciding whether to curtsey...)
makeyourselfuseful
The duke's carriage is pristinely painted in the Viore colours, with a badger and a heron on the door. There's only the one compartment, so Ayabel gets to sit with Berete, across from the duke. It's very comfortable.
It's also fast.
No one seems inclined to talk on the way.
It's also fast.
No one seems inclined to talk on the way.
namesthesky
Aya's not going to try to start a conversation, much as there are things she'd like to know. She notes what there is to note about the carriage, takes discreet looks at what Berete and the Duke are wearing from a shorter distance - mostly their shoes, where it won't look so odd to stare - and derives vague wisps of predictions from that. She looks out the window, makes a note of the route, compares it against her mental map of Eseo.
makeyourselfuseful
Berete and the Duke are extremely well dressed - the latter obviously more so, but a duke's housekeeper is still a step above most people, and clearly he either pays her very well or considers it important to outfit her like he does.
They arrive in Chiyavio after a few hours, but it's a little longer before they stop at the duke's house.
The duke has a stupidly huge house.
He leaves the carriage with a dismissive, "Put her somewhere," over his shoulder.
"Yes, your grace," says Berete, although he is gone before she finishes saying it. "Hungry, Ayabel? I believe the kitchen counts as 'somewhere'."
They arrive in Chiyavio after a few hours, but it's a little longer before they stop at the duke's house.
The duke has a stupidly huge house.
He leaves the carriage with a dismissive, "Put her somewhere," over his shoulder.
"Yes, your grace," says Berete, although he is gone before she finishes saying it. "Hungry, Ayabel? I believe the kitchen counts as 'somewhere'."
namesthesky
"Yes, ma'am," says Aya. The reseller she's just passed through could have been worse, but wasn't a generous dispenser of meals.
makeyourselfuseful
"Great," says Berete. "You're now temporarily assigned to sit in the kitchen and tell me what you think of my assistant's attempt at dinner. C'mon."
They're in front of the main gate; Berete leads her around to a smaller and less impressive door in the wall that surrounds the house, then along a succession of paths through at least three different gardens, the last of which is clearly growing herbs and vegetables. From there, they enter the kitchen directly. A woman, younger than Berete but older than Ayabel, greets them with obvious relief.
"Oh good, you're back. I hope I got everything right."
"We'll see," Berete says cheerfully. She points Ayabel to a stool in an out-of-the-way corner, then sets about inspecting the culinary efforts in progress. Ayabel gets samples of everything.
The assistant does not have cause to worry about the quality of her cooking.
They're in front of the main gate; Berete leads her around to a smaller and less impressive door in the wall that surrounds the house, then along a succession of paths through at least three different gardens, the last of which is clearly growing herbs and vegetables. From there, they enter the kitchen directly. A woman, younger than Berete but older than Ayabel, greets them with obvious relief.
"Oh good, you're back. I hope I got everything right."
"We'll see," Berete says cheerfully. She points Ayabel to a stool in an out-of-the-way corner, then sets about inspecting the culinary efforts in progress. Ayabel gets samples of everything.
The assistant does not have cause to worry about the quality of her cooking.
namesthesky
Aya enjoys everything, and says so, with specific remarks as she starts to be able to relax in the new environment.
She's not sure what her permanent assignment will be, but it probably won't be this nice. Reason to enjoy it for the time being.
She's not sure what her permanent assignment will be, but it probably won't be this nice. Reason to enjoy it for the time being.
makeyourselfuseful
Berete pronounces dinner to be perfectly adequate, and supervises the as-yet-unnamed assistant in serving it to the family. Aya is instructed to stay in the kitchen, and left with a basket of bread rolls to keep her occupied.
namesthesky
Aya stays put. She eats the bread, two rolls fast and the others slower, and inspects the parts of the kitchen that she hasn't been able to spot from the corner in case she's going to be taking a more active role here later.
makeyourselfuseful
It is large, clean, well supplied, and very organized.
After a little while, Berete comes back.
"And now," she says, "I have to figure out what to do with you until tomorrow morning."
After a little while, Berete comes back.
"And now," she says, "I have to figure out what to do with you until tomorrow morning."
makeyourselfuseful
She sighs.
"His grace decided, what with his son turning seventeen, that he should get a suitable present. Maybe if he'd ever talked to the boy for more than five minutes at a stretch, he would have known better. Anyway, here you are. And you're to be a surprise, so I have to keep you out of Hal's way until his grace sends for you tomorrow."
"His grace decided, what with his son turning seventeen, that he should get a suitable present. Maybe if he'd ever talked to the boy for more than five minutes at a stretch, he would have known better. Anyway, here you are. And you're to be a surprise, so I have to keep you out of Hal's way until his grace sends for you tomorrow."