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even angrily. The thought of taking her reins and fucking her as hard as he could to pay her out for losing her kingdom, fought with the most tender affection and his urge to rush to her and shield her from the eyes of the world somehow, if he had to rip his own robe off his back and throw it over her.
    But, perhaps most terrible of all at that moment, he knew that he had no power at all to do anything but look away, and even that took an effort that felt superhuman.

Chapter Four
     
     
    They had taken the girls’ clothes away first. That had been awful, but at least Edera, Melisan, Adilan, and Alira had been allowed to strip in the pavilion, hidden from leering eyes other than the emperor’s.
    “Only the emperor and the favored see the imperial fillies naked,” Comnar said, without explaining. Something about the way he used the word ‘filly’ made it clear that he referred, in some unknown and shameful fashion, to Edera and her ladies-in-waiting.
    The emperor’s order to remove their gowns and shifts had come after the knights had been led, with their hands bound, out to an uncertain fate. Edera had not seen Sir Lennar and the other men of her honor guard since then. So when, now naked and blushing uncontrollably to be bare in front of the emperor, she had been told she must write the message to her lord chancellor, she had quailed, but she had also been a little reassured at being told that she must write that they were all alive.
    Who knew, though, whether that were the truth?
    “You will be put into full harness when you reach my palace stables in Maq,” Comnar said after Edera had written the letter he had commanded her to write, sitting naked at a little camp table that was nevertheless made of old, dark wood, and ornately carved with the symbols of the moon and harbor. He had commanded them to stand before him then, and there they had stood, helplessly trying to cover their breasts and loins with their hands. Edera had not envied Adilan her rounded breasts then. Still less did she envy Melisan’s very full ones that went so well with her curvaceous hips. Really, she found herself jealous instead of Alira’s tiny breasts with the tiny pink nipples that she could hide without difficulty; Edera’s own pink buds were bigger, the size of coins, and she felt that the emperor must be able to see them very easily, as Edera could see Melisan’s big brown nipples.
    “But,” the emperor continued. “I shall have the pleasure of putting your belts and your wristlets on you now. And then I will give you your tails.”
    He sat on his curule chair. Next to him stood an old wooden chest. As he opened it, he said, “The chest belonged to my ancestor Comnar the Fool—he was the first emperor to keep fillies. The custom fell out of use, but, I fear—at least where your modesty is concerned, my fine lades of Amidia—I have revived it in greater splendor than it ever knew under my forebears.”
    From the chest he removed four broad leather cinctures and laid them in his lap. “Come here, Edera, formerly princess of Amidia,” he said with authority in his voice.
    “Your imperial majesty…” Edera started to say, meaning to beg for mercy, but the emperor cut her off.
    “Do you wish me to bring the captain of my guard into the pavilion to force you over here so that I can bind you in your filly’s belt? You have just earned yourself six strokes of my quirt.” Comnar reached into the chest again, and brought out a strangely short horsewhip that made all the girls gasp. Edera’s heart beat wildly in her chest. He couldn’t, could he? “You may come and get over my lap so that I can give them to you, or I can have my captain come and bring you to me, and give you twelve strokes instead.”
    “Oh, your… your imperial… oh, gods… y-you can’t…”
    “I give you one final chance, Edera, my newest and loveliest filly, because until an hour ago you were a princess. But if you do not take that chance, you will