“But if you do leave the Golden District it will be in the company of armed men, my golden girl,” Jonah told her. “I will allow nothing to happen to you.”

“I want to go home to visit my mother,” Zagiri said.

“Such a journey would prove far too difficult,” Jonah told her.

“Why can I not return as I came?” Zagiri asked him bluntly.

“You were brought to me by means of magic,” Jonah said. “It was not my magic, but that of my late wife’s. You would have to travel overland to the Coastal Kings, and then take passage upon one of their vessels, which would meet a Terahn ship in the middle of the Sea of Sagitta. It is a dangerous journey, Zagiri.”

“If I went to one of the Shadow Princes who is currently on the council he would take me to Terah,” Zagiri said to her husband. “There would be no danger.”

“I do not want you leaving me right now,” Jonah told her. “I have given you everything for which you asked me, my golden girl. Now I ask that you remain by my side for the interim.” He tipped her face up to his. “I need you, Zagiri. I do not believe I could go on without you right now.” Then he kissed her lips lightly.

Zagiri sighed. “Very well,” she said. “But come the spring I want to visit Terah.”

“We shall see,” Jonah answered her. He put an arm about her. “It is a cold night, and I am in the mood to take pleasures with you. Let us call your two sex slaves to our bedchamber, and we shall play together. I very much enjoy watching Doran and Casnar as the three of you give and take pleasures.” He kissed her cheek. “Your appetite for passion is unequaled, my beautiful golden girl. It is quite astonishing.” His hand began to fondle her breasts. “I want all three of your orifices filled tonight over and over again.”

Zagiri turned and, slipping her arms about his neck, ran her tongue over his lips. “And when you fill me with your fine cock, my lord, we shall move together in perfect rhythm and the pleasures will roll over us until we are weak and replete.”

Her sensual and suggestive words excited him. He could feel his male member hardening beneath his robe. “Yes!” his voice grated in her ear. “Yes!”

Zagiri laughed. “Oh, Jonah, I am so glad to be your wife. I could want no better husband for you know well how to please me.” She kissed him until they were both dizzy with their rising excitement. And Zagiri forgot entirely that she had wanted to go home to Terah to see Lara. Instead she walked with her husband to their apartments, and sent for the two sex slaves. From midnight until the early hours of the dawn the three men and Zagiri amused each other until even the First Lady of Hetar admitted to exhaustion, and dismissed her slaves so that she and her husband might sleep.

The Icy Season began to wane. The snows melted, the rains came, and with them flooding that filled the streets with dirty water as the sewers overflowed. There was much sickness now, and the council ordered carts to traverse the streets on a regular basis, taking up the dead, who were buried in mass graves outside of The City walls. The fields in the Midlands were flooded, and crops could not be planted. In the Outlands there was drought, and great whirlwinds that turned the plains into dust. The vineyards of the magnates were desperate for water, and when none was forthcoming the vines shriveled and died.

In The City there were food riots as the populace demanded the warehouses be opened to feed them. The magnates resisted, for there was no profit in giving grain away. Dogs, cats and rats disappeared from the streets as they were used for food. The markets were empty for the most part. There was nothing to sell, and the luxury goods from the Coastal Kings began to fill up the warehouses, jockeying for space with the bags of rice and grain that were being hoarded by the magnates. By late spring the rains had finally stopped, but so had all trade. There was no work to be had, no food to be sold in the markets, no coin to buy food had there been any. Several smaller warehouses were broken into and robbed. Grain or rice could be had for exorbitant prices if one could find those who were selling.

The City was suddenly quiet during the day for there was no commerce to be done. It was deathly quiet once the sun set for no one dared to venture forth from whatever shelter was theirs. Finally the High Council was called into session in order to discuss the many difficulties facing Hetar. Jonah had resisted this meeting but Lionel, his body servant who was his confidant, had told him bluntly there was no escaping Hetar’s problems.

“They will not improve on their own, my lord,” Lionel had said several months ago.

And they had not. The newly elected Master of the Merchants, Jonah’s late wife Vilia’s uncle, Cuthbert Ahasferus, had told the Lord High Ruler quite frankly that if he did not call a meeting of the High Council and correct the situation he would be overthrown, and in all likelihood excuted for someone had to be held responsible for what had happened to Hetar.

“Now that my dear niece is no longer with us,” Cuthbert Ahasferus said pointedly, “I find it difficult to defend you, Jonah. After all, we have no blood tie.”

“You have a blood tie with my son,” Jonah replied in a hard voice.

“And of course Egon could be protected from your mistakes,” the Master of the Merchants said in a cool tone.

“Remember who my mother-in-law is, Ahasferus,” Jonah snarled.

“The faerie woman’s only interest in Hetar is her daughter, whom you stole to wed when my poor niece died,” Cuthbert Ahasferus snapped at the Lord High Ruler.

“It was Vilia who chose her!” Jonah almost shouted.

“So you say,” Cuthbert Ahasferus replied. “But this is of no matter, Jonah. You must call a meeting of the High Council. We cannot avoid this disaster any longer.”

“It would have been less of a disaster if your merchants had opened their warehouses and distributed some of their grain,” Jonah responded.

“Forgo a profit?” Cuthbert Ahasferus looked appalled at the thought.

“You cannot make a profit if no one can buy the grain because there is no coin to buy it because there is no employment to earn the coin,” Jonah pointed out. “But, aye, you are right. We need a council meeting. I will call one.”

“You had better, and quickly,” the Master of the Merchants told him.

Jonah was not surprised on the day of the meeting to find that the council chamber was filled to capacity. Larger than it had been in past years when the High Council was made up of two representatives from each of Hetar’s provinces, it now contained as well representatives from the Crusader Knights, the Mercenaries, the Merchants Guild, the Guild of Pleasure Women, the Guild of Pleasure Mistresses and two elected members from The City’s General Population. The women of Hetar had lobbied hard to gain a larger council where they might be better represented, but with the death of the Lady Vilia, who had been their most influential member, they had lost a strong voice. The Lord High Ruler’s new wife had been importuned to join with those working for women’s rights in Hetar, but she had declined for she was very young, and seemed only to be interested in pleasures and the acquisition of pretty things.

“I cannot believe she is the Domina Lara’s daughter,” Maeve Scarlet, a famed Pleasure Mistress, said disapprovingly. “I thought the women of Terah modest in their desires and their needs. This girl is more Hetarian than any born here.”

“And it is said that Lady Farah is quite jealous of her for our First Lady of Hetar has far greater influence over the Lord High Ruler than does his mother,” Lady Gillian, retired head of the Guild of Pleasure Mistresses, said.

“Of course,” Maeve Scarlet said. “She is her mother’s daughter there, and knows well how to give pleasures to her husband.”

“I have heard she keeps two sex slaves, and performs with them for her husband’s amusement,” Lady Gillian said. “Then he joins them and they all take pleasures together quite enthusiastically, I am told.”

“What a Pleasure Woman the girl would have made,” Maeve Scarlet replied admiringly. “Can you imagine the fortune you could gain from a girl like that?” She sighed. “What a waste! No wonder Jonah doesn’t want to face up to our troubles.”

Lady Gillian and Maeve Scarlet represented the Guild of Pleasure Mistresses, to the annoyance of the Guild’s Headmistress, the Lord High Ruler’s mother, Lady Farah. But she managed to attend the council meeting with her daughter-in-law, seated in a gallery above the council chamber. Zagiri had brought her servant, Alka, who she knew would answer her questions directly, unlike her mother-in-law.

“Do you know who the other council members are?” Zagiri asked Alka.

“Around the main table are the representatives from the original provinces,” Alka explained. “The Shadow Princes are represented by Prince Lothair and Prince Coilin. The one called Lothair has been here before, but Coilin is new to the council. From the Midlands is Squire Darah, and his son-in-law, Rupert. The two Coastal kings are Pelias and Delphinus, who are familiar faces on the council. The Forest Lords, those two rough-looking men, are Enda, who is known as the Head Forester, and his companion, Adal.”

“And the others who sit in the second circle?” Zagiri asked. “I recognize my mother’s half brother Mikhail son of Swiftsword. Does he represent the Crusader Knights?”

“Nay, he is one of the elected representatives of the General Population from The Quarter,” Alka said. “Master Mikhail is much respected, and even loved by the people. The other is a woman, Clothilde, who has a large stall in the main market selling perfumes and soaps. She can be very influential, and her vote is sought by all sides for she is honest and fair. The other women on the council come from the Pleasure Guild, and the Pleasure Mistresses. Cuthbert Ahasferus, who was kin to the Lady Vilia, stands for the Merchants Guild. The other is Aubin Prospero, who was Lady Vilia’s son by the late Emperor Gaius Prospero. The Crusader Knights’ two members of the council are Sir Philip Bowman and Sir Anatol Boldspear. The Mercenaries have elected Peter Swiftfoot and Burley Goodman to serve them.”