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"Why do you say that?" Nemeska didn't quite understand. It was just some kujar from Sonshan in there, right?

Was that right? Well, if Nemeska ever felt like taking a late Gezi, she ought to head north then; why not see if this Sonshan was the paradise her mind's eye crafted the moment Boesarius mentioned matriarchal rule. Slim chance she would ever be elected consul here in the Gild, even if she wasn't...

Into the Sanctum they went. And down into the Sanctum's dungeons. So, this was where the Regulators took all the naughty boys and girls, hmm? What pleasant environs, what with the uncaring stone and walls drenched in the hostile light of the lanterns. Serves those rubes, those Curites, those...

RECRUITING AKIZA Where Castulo had been sure and reliable, and Boesarius something of a wild and uncertain success, Nemeska ran into a string of failures after that. Names on her father's list of potentials, names from Nemeska's own personal collection, even a couple contacts from Castulo...

Nemeska thought nothing of her own father using her as the leverage to get Boesarius on board. She thought nothing of her own fear, renewed afresh by Boesarius's explanation, nor of her heart pounding terribly in her chest. She thought nothing of the possibility that she could be killed not...

How could one man drive her so crazy? There had been a few sturdily built and pristine looking Praetor students at the War College before who had rejected her advances—several times, sticking to their dissent—and those instances drove her crazy, but this was...always so deliciously different...

Nemeska smiled. Delighted. "Neither of us will regret a thing." * * * * * They talked for hours. Nemeska, even while not being near a window, knew that it had to be dark outside now, despite her having had her conversation with Boesarius in the Refectory around lunchtime. She was waiting...

Now here, she had to take something of a risk, didn't she? And so she did. Nemeska stepped forward, reaching out and grabbing, however lightly, Boesarius's elbow, entreating him to stop with an oh-so-gentle tug of his arm. Hopefully, this would impress upon him the earnestness of her purpose...

Was there something wrong with her? Was there a reason why she absolutely adored the disdainful attitude shown to her by some men, while loathing it in others? Was there a reason why disinterest could be so damn alluring to her in these cases? No. No, of course not, there was nothing wrong with...

Nemeska held her Gildan salute, keeping her hand over her heart and head bowed, standing there just like that and intent on doing so as long as she needed to. So it was to be a game of patience, then? She could be quite good at that when she wanted to be. And she needed to show Boesarius that...

"Me? Oh, I would never. I am but a humble Penitent, after all." Nemeska smiled. "But my father might have a word or two with him." * * * * * Actually catching Boesarius at an opportune time proved to be a challenge in and of itself. Her father was adverse to officially summoning him to his...

They would never get along perfectly, would they? Oh no, Boesarius was much too serious, and Castulo was quite nearly the direct opposite of that. Sure, it would be such a delectable circumstance if Nemeska could have both men for herself, but such were the wistful longings of life. The least...

"But that's where you're wrong, my sweet Castulo," Nemeska teased, taking her time in actually giving her answer, cutting herself another slice of lamb and spearing it with her fork and savoring the taste as she chewed. Half-lidded, enticing eyes watched Castulo all the while.

RECRUITING BOESARIUS Such a tricky thing, this business of gathering likeminded individuals to the cause. Trust, which this whole affair required, was a most delicate item, you see. Recruiting Castulo was easy, an obvious first choice. But who else? Who else indeed. Oh, but it wasn't like her...

THE SENATE HALL Nemeska felt it building and building. Her head swooned, faintly at first, then massively, as if some terrible vertigo from looking down at a great height had made her ill and lightheaded. A flash of lightning illuminated the office chamber, bringing to light Castulo only a few...