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retire
upstairs for the night. Tomorrow you will have your own bed.”
    Jenya nodded, secretly pleased to be invited upstairs. It
wasn’t what she had expected. Her slave mistress told her of breeders being
kept chained in kitchens, in basements, or, in the warm season, outside near
the back door. Rarely did one sleep in a Damon bed!
    Upstairs, Jenya observed the simple sleeping mat, a blanket
tossed carelessly over it, two pillows at one end. A wooden box contained some
clothes. Two small candles were the only other furnishings in the narrow room.
Because of the steep pitch of the roof, only the center portion could be
utilized. Still, it was both cozy and breezy—windows at both ends of the gabled
roof were open, letting cooler air in.
    “Are you ready to do your duty?” His voice sounded stiff and
forced to her. He seemed ill at ease.
    Jenya turned, eyes downcast, the obedient breeder. “Yes,
master.” Her nerves were like tight wires. All her training had prepared her
for this moment, yet she worried she’d do something wrong somehow.
    “Good. Lie on the bed on your back and prepare yourself.”

Chapter Four
     
    Intellectually, Jenya knew just what to do. She had seen the
house breeders many times from the Virgin Corridor. As part of their training,
the virgins were led into a row of narrow boxes that were twelve capeks off the floor of the breeding chamber. Barred windows allowed the girls to see
what transpired, while keeping them safe from the men below.
    She clearly recalled her first Observation of the breeding
act. She had been eleven—a little young, yes, but she had already been
selected, so it was deemed proper.
    This rite, normally reserved for virgins aged twelve and
older, served as education in all matters of sex for the young girls. They had
begun by observing the gentle and pleasurable tactics of the Craftsmen.
    Lady Margeld had taken charge of the girls…
    “Come, little virgins, let’s go,” Margeld clapped her
hands. “Now remember what we discussed. There’s nothing to be afraid of, no one
is being hurt, despite what you might hear. The act of sex with your master can
be quite pleasurable.”
    She herded all twenty-two of them into the Observation
corridor. Jenya whispered nervously to her friend Magda, asking if she was
ready for the experience. Lady Margeld allowed this, as it helped calm them
down. Jenya knew that some girls, seeing sex for the first time, had even
fainted. And this in spite of the many lectures the Lady had given them!
    Jenya took her seat with the other girls on the narrow
benches and peered through the windows. She counted fourteen breeders below,
sitting on mats, talking. Some looked up when they heard them shuffle in and
waved. Most ignored them.
    The girls had been cautioned not to try to talk to the
breeders, so they just sat and waited. It didn’t take long.
    The door at the far end opened and fourteen young to
middle-aged men, all dressed in Craftsmen’s robes, entered. There was a brief
dash as those in front ran to the most attractive women, while those in back
seemed resigned to accept whoever was left.
    When everyone had been partnered up, they sat nervously,
waiting for Syminton or his son to come in and check the pairings. Each man and
woman had their characteristics carefully charted. While a certain amount of
random breeding was allowed, even encouraged, Jenya had been taught that it
would not do to have a Craftsman, for example, with poor number skills, mate
with a breeder who had exhibited similarly weak skills.
    Mirdar checked their character sheets as he walked among
them and occasionally made a switch, much to the disappointment of one man or
another. To the breeders, it seemed to make little difference. All of the women
were in prime breeding age, between nineteen and twenty-six, and all were
currently ovulating. According to what Jenya had been taught, they also hadn’t
been allowed to pleasure themselves for several suns.
    In other words,