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room, ready to boil the large metal vessel of water over a fire.  The older of the two, a woman of advanced years, took the clothing off to be washed.  Jorqel sat in a chair and leaned back, shutting his eyes, half listening to the activity of the two servants.  It relaxed him.  People working away while he sat doing nothing always did.  It was not that he was lazy, for he worked as hard as anyone in his position, but it was at times like this when the day’s work was done, he could allow the tensions that had built up to dribble away, and it was doubly true when others around him were still doing their job.
    He supposed it was a little indulgent but he could allow himself that.  He was satisfied he was doing what was expected of him.  Sannia would berate him if he did not, anyway.  He allowed his mind to drift for a few moments before the male servant announced his bath was ready.
    Jorqel draped a towel over himself and nodded.  He dismissed the servant and waited.  A few moments later Sannia entered the chamber and looked at him.  “Bath time, darling?” she smiled.
    Jorqel stood up and began to slowly remove his wife’s garments.  Sannia stood still, allowing herself to be stripped naked, then he took her by the hand and led her into the bathing chamber.  He got into the oval-shaped bath and sat down.  “The water’s perfect,” he said.
    Sannia stepped in gently, then picked up a cloth hanging over one side and wet it.  She knelt, her knees either side of his thighs, and began wiping his body, her breathing getting harder as she did so.  She washed his chest, shoulders, arms and then leaned forward to wipe his back, guiding him forward so she could so do.  She gasped as his lips closed over her nipples.  She closed her eyes and absently carried on washing his back, but she wasn’t really concentrating on that.
    She was also aware of something else, and she moved up slightly and then slowly sank down, gasping as he slipped into her.  She took hold of his head and looked into his eyes.  He had deep blue eyes, a dark thick head of hair and a neatly clipped beard.  His features were symmetrical and regular and that, on top of his muscular physique, was her idea of the perfect specimen.  “I think we’ll both need a wash after this,” she smiled.
    “I’m not complaining,” Jorqel replied, and leaned forward to kiss her.  They embraced and kissed passionately for what Sannia thought was a very long time, then she broke it and began moving back and forth, sucking  in her lower lip in pleasure.
    The water slopped up and splashed over the side onto the floor.  “The servants will have to clean this all up,” she gasped.
    “So?  That’s their job,” her husband said, holding her by the waist.  He marvelled at her body – even after three children she had managed to retain her slim waist.  She was more rounded now on the hips but Jorqel reassured her after she had criticised the extra padding that he found it even more attractive.
    The bathroom echoed to the sound of their lovemaking.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Kastan City.  The capital of the empire, the beating heart of the Kastanian people.  Dusk was falling over the roofs and the main streets were being lit by the militia, lighting the lamps hanging from the arched poles by the roadsides.  None of the smaller roads had them, since they were too narrow and the risk of fire was too great.  Only the main roads were patrolled, too, but anyone walking the narrow side streets knew to do so after dark was to take a risk, unless they were those the rest were wary of.
    People began to return to their homes, their days at an end.  The main square of the city started to empty, leaving only a few to walk through or to patrol.  One side of the square was the palace of the emperors, a railed-off huge construction with two storeyed wings and towers topped with domed roofs.  It was easily the grandest and largest building in the city.  Guards