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Chapter 4
While Corellion was across town adjusting to being tended by Liliah's capable and gentle hands, Korinne was on the other side of Balmora at home and missing her, and regretting the events that had led up to the little handmaiden's flight. She walked over to the bed and sat down with a heavy sigh, running her hand gently over the foot of the bed, and the small dent where the girl had slept since they were both little, a lump coming to her throat suddenly. Shaking the feeling away and rising to her feet, she left her room, walking to the end of the hall and knocking on the door.
"Come in," Lord Hlaalu looked up from his ledger as he heard a knock at the door, smiling at his daughter as she pushed open the door and walked in. He made a last few notes in his ledger and returned the quill to the inkwell, dusting the page lightly with fine sand to help dry the ink, then giving her his full attention. She did not return the smile, but instead seemed to be contemplating her words, finally just blurting out, "Liliah...has gone," she cleared her throat awkwardly then added "I will require the service of a new handmaiden."
Lord Hlaalu raised an eyebrow at her and demanded "Gone? She cannot simply be gone, track the collar as I showed you and retrieve the girl..." He trailed off as Korinne shook her head, and set a large leather pouch of gold drakes on his desk, staring at it for several moments in silence, finally nodding, a look of sadness on his face as he said "I see...so tell me Daughter, whom did you sell her to?" Korinne met his eyes, seeing a look of anger in his face , and dropping her gaze shamefully as she answered softly "Herself...a foreigner came to the bath house, and gave her the gold that she may buy her own freedom. An Almer...she left with him. I expect she will be in to see you at some point tomorrow."
Lord Hlaalu glared at her speaking softly in his anger as he said "It is as it should be, you ought not have had her in the bath house, and I did warn you that pushing the matter would have consequences." He shook his head looking down at the desk "She never should have been a slave in the first place, and had I the option of bringing her here and raising her in any other way, I would have done so. Instead your pushiness, criticisms, and poor treatment of her have lead her to flee from a place that I had always intended feel like home to her." His face drew into a frightful scowl, his grey skin flushing in the heat of his temper and his red eyes flashing as he spoke. "No dear daughter, i shall
not
be replacing your handmaiden. Furthermore, I hope you have learned a lesson in this loss, and I hope it haunts you. And, as you seem
not
to comprehend the vast difference between a handmaiden and a pleasure slave, might I suggest you employ one of them to serve you in her absence so that you can
learn.
"
Korinne flushed under his words and gaze, dropping her eyes shamefully to the floor and replying softly "Yes Father."
He picked his quill back up, flipping to a different page in his ledger, growling at her as he noticed she was still standing there "Also I would suggest you remove yourself from my sight before I decide to strike you for the first time in your life, and devise a punishment proportional to my anger..." looking at the purse on his desk, his scowl deepened further "And take that with you, may it console you as you learn the true value of your handmaiden and what she was actually worth.
Korinne felt a tear slip down her face as she answered "Yes father," and retrieved the coin purse, leaving his study, closing the door behind her. As she closed the door Lord Hlaalu dropped the quill once more to into the quill on his desk, resting his forehead on his elbows for a moment then reaching into the bottom drawer of his desk, extracting a bottle of Sujamma and a small glass, pouring some of the potent liquor into it and pulling it to his lips, downing the shot then refilling to repeat the process. He allowed his mind to return to the night he had first seen her, a small, half starved, rail thin mite of a girl no taller than a Dunmeri toddler, and the huge tear filled, fearful eyes that had moved his heart. He had watched her grow for the last two decades, encouraging his daughter to keep her close so that the handmaiden would receive an education as well, and had seen the move more than pay off when the tack-sharp Bosmeri had surpassed even Korinne in her studies, and then tutored her, helping her achieve mastery as well.
He remembered the bribes he had made to the finest tailor in Balmora to obtain clothing for the girl as her woman's body had developed even though her height had not surpassed where Korinne's had been as an adolescent. He remembered returning from a business trip once just after she had reached maturity to find Korinne had been dragging her through the market unclothed as punishment for attempting to run away, and the week he had spent with her after he had taken her from Korinne as consequence for that event. She had spent the time conversing amicably while he wasn't busy, and helping him with his work while he was, successfully balancing his books and sorting his invoices with more efficiency than even some of the Dunmeri shopkeepers he had in his employment, and he remembered thinking to himself at the end of that week that she deserved more than she had been given in life. Had she been a Dunmeri, he would have given her a business to run and taken her as his apprentice, and her beauty and intelligence would have made her a fine match if she had decided at some point to marry.
He filled the tiny glass once more, recapping the bottle and returning it to the drawer, holding the shot glass up in almost a toasting gesture, and saying aloud, "May this Altmer be a mer of honor, and may he open doors to you that I could not, dear child...you were always deserving"
*****
Korinne closed the door, standing there for several moments just staring at the coin purse in her hand, her father's words still burning in her ears. He was right, and she knew it, and she felt suddenly sick looking at the coin purse, the full weight of the loss hitting her like a fist in the midsection. She made her way back to her room, pulling her favorite dress out of the wardrobe and looking around the empty, bereft room, deciding for sanity's sake that she should do exactly what her father had suggested and bring up one of the slaves from her bathhouse to at least put another soul in this room. Poking her head out into the hallway, she beconned to the scullery maid gesturing to her, and asking the Khajiiti girl as she drew near, "You there, do you know where my bath and pleasure house is?" The girl's green eyes widened in a look of alarm as she nodded slowly, her expression suggesting she had been handed a death sentence and her voice soft as she replied respectfully in a wavering voice "Y-yes Lady Hlaalu, this one knows where it is located."
"Good...Come here please.." She turned not waiting to see if the Khajiit girl was following, going to her desk and using a quill to pen a brief message, quickly folding and pouring melted wax to seal it then pressing her ring to it, leaving behind the impression of the Hlaalu seal.
She turned handing the note to the Khajiit girl who extended her hand hesitantly then asked "Is this one to work in the pleasure house now, Lady Hlaalu?" Korinne stopped, looking at the girl and actually seeing her for the first time and snorted "You look hardly old enough, do you
want
to be moved there? I imagine it
is