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Won Ta Ki’s private chambers. She impressed him with more mating experiments to enlarge his simple perception of love making, and he learned to cherish her presence, hardly believing his own growing feelings. If she went away, he longed for her to return. The moment she came he wanted to embrace her, but she never allowed it. Instead, she coddled him, fed him and, if she saw it fit, bound and blindfolded him to enjoy his body.
    When she saw him fit and—as he put it—subdued enough, she let him walk the palace again without hands bound behind his back. Still, he peered around every corner if Na Ris Nei was close by. He would not want his manhood drawn to the floor just for sport or to enhance the alien knowledge of his body.
    The palace was larger than he had expected and he used the time while Won Ta Ki did not expect his service to wander around, careful not to meet with Mawanies. He felt like a spy on an alien planet and grinned. Deran had spoken about Hanjek and his heroic role in the second riot. The way Kianto remembered, Hanjek had had nothing to lose. His rage had been fed by Rahenians who wanted back the old order without invaders and without coins to buy shiny things. However, there were Rahenians among them who had turned to the invaders smiling, welcoming the change and praising them for their knowledge. And they had delivered information about secret camps and attack plans. It had been a wild time before the Mawanies had reinforced their reign. And yet, the Rahenians did not see that the Mawanies, strong and powerful, could have misused the situation to kill all rioters and had not done it. Many followers had simply returned to their villages.
    Kianto turned another corner. The light was dim, so he squinted to see what waited for him at the end of the long corridor. There were no stairs. He looked back, checking for guards with angry eyes and blown-up nostrils to pull him back. There was the sound of footsteps and he waited in a corner until they were gone before turning to inspect the dim lower level. His heart beat faster as he slipped down slowly from one floor to the next. Down there, he squatted to get acquainted with the meager light and the sounds around. When he heard human voices, he followed, taking every step carefully. The moving floor in Won Ta Ki’s chamber had convinced him that nothing was as it seemed. He even expected some alien hands to grab for him and felt stupid walking on tiptoes all the same.
    He reached a door frame. No firm door prohibited the entrance, just a thick dark red curtain. Still, his heart beat hard against his ribcage as he drew it aside to peer into the adjacent room. A strong smell of mixed spices wavered in his direction, biting his nostrils.
    Several men stood at working benches loaded with casks and cups of different sizes. Some were young, but most had seen more than thirty seasons. They wore skirts and sashes of different colors and some had soft shoes. All of them appeared clean and healthy and when they turned in his direction, there was surprise more than relief on their faces.
    “Hi, young friend, what brings you here? Do the flat-nosed send their human servants down here today? What an honor!”
    The men roared with laughter as if it was the most wonderful joke.
    “No, he’s here to test the latest drink we pour!” another man japed. “Give him a tankard, Loban, and be quick about it! See if he stands a round and still knows his name!”
    “I came down here in search of—” Kianto stood frozen when one man emerged from the darker corner of the room.
    “You search for me, right?” The man smiled. It was a happy, very content smile. “Search no longer. I’m Hanjek.”

Chapter Four
    “You are—”
    “Not dead. Obviously. Want to sit? You look like you will fall. Come.” Hanjek waved him to follow to the other side of the room. A kind of mattress lay on the ground. Kianto had no working brain cells left for the moment so he simply followed the