That night in Cana, after giving instructions to his captains, Artur went to seek out Lady Bashara in her tent, erected on the lawn in front of Osta's palace. She bade him enter, after he shouted his greeting from outside. He found her seated in front of a mirror, already dressed for bed in a flowing low-cut robe, with the boy Semil standing naked behind her, lovingly brushing her long hair.
"I am sorry, Lady Bashara, perhaps we should talk in the morning," said Artur.
"Nonsense Artur! Now is the perfect time. Ah, I see my boy discomforts you. Semil, get dressed!"
She reached into a small purse on the table beside her and took out a penny which she gave to the boy.
"Go see the Helenes by the fountain! Give them this and they will feed you. Take your time Semil, do not come rushing back and disturb Artur and I!"
Semil hesitated for a moment, fixing Artur with a resentful gaze.
"Go Semil!" said his mistress, a little more sharply, and he scurried out of the tent leaving them alone together. She turned to face Artur and her gown slipped softly open across her crossed thighs; tanned, shapely and smooth. For the first time, in the flickering candlelight, Artur saw that Beshara was a beautiful woman albeit in her middle years. And he recalled that men of his legion often spoke of how, in her younger days, she had been courted by the Kings of many neighbouring realms. But the Emperor had conquered them all in due course, never needing to marry off his beloved sister.
"I believe that boy loves you Lady Bashara," said Artur.
She laughed, "Of course! He is a boy of Ahirik! A good boy! He loves, fears and obeys his Mistress as he should, and he will never break his conditioning."
"And yet my brother Javi seems happy enough to be away from Kailyn," replied Artur provocatively.
"Ah yes, an interesting case," she replied. "Of course, Kailyn's approach to ownership was far from perfect, a failing that I know she will rectify in the future. Even so, I would like to get Javi back to Ahirik for appraisal. The Head Mistress is keen to learn from any outcomes that are less than perfect. She constantly refines her methods."
"You will never have Javi again, Beshara."
"We will see Artur. Events have a habit of turning out in ways we least expect. Perhaps you will disappoint the Emperor, and accompany your brother to Ahirik. Siblings! I do not think we have had any before. And your novelty value will ensure you fetch a high price when sold as a pair to a wealthy and deserving lady. Or perhaps I shall keep you for my own pleasure. But Artur, why do we always argue and spar with each other when we talk? I would like us to be friends, and what is the harm in that? Come, sit by me on the chair here."
She moved sideways to make space, and Artur nestled in beside her, sensing an arm move around him, its hand gently caressing his neck and shoulders, while the other rested on his thigh. She kissed his cheek tenderly and he became aware of a heavy, exotic, intoxicating scent from her hair. How long had it been since he had enjoyed the company of a woman? After Teshka there had been a tavern girl in Ephirum, and then the comely seamstress who sewed his uniform and finally, the night before he sailed, the beautiful aristocratic wife of Lord Ibrahim, leader of the Eagle Legion, had come to his room - an unexpected illicit thrill. But since then many days had passed as he prepared his men for the coming campaign and sailed the long voyage from Ephirum to Cana.
Artur turned to Beshara and kissed her fully on the lips, placing a hand behind her head to provide purchase. The other he slipped between her legs at the knee, tracing it up her inner thigh. She shivered in excitement but broke her lips away and slapped her hand down on his before it could complete its course.
"Oh Artur! You please me! But first let us talk of the campaign ahead, and then we will be free to enjoy ourselves. Look, I have found a map showing the route to Casbur. The towns here, here and here are of a good size. We will be able to take slaves and transport them directly back to Cana where ships will be waiting."
Her hand drifted to his sex, gripping it through his clothing, checking his arousal. To her delight, she found him full and hard and, with the smallest movement of her fingers, she caused him to sigh out her name as he pressed his lips to her neck.
"It is settled then." she said. "Let us move to my bed!"
"It is not the shortest route," said Artur, moving his kisses to her bosom. "We must go by the Road of Lakes."
"Artur, what difference will a day or two make? Do not be so silly! And slow down! I want to be pleasured, not devoured!"
With a deep sigh Artur raised himself from her.
"Lady Beshara, you do not command the legions. We will go by the Road of Lakes and, furthermore, slaves are only to be taken from communities that resist us. This is the way of the Empire, is it not? Those that submit are under our protection. Now, may we continue?"
She gazed at him in fury, "No we may not! I am disappointed in you, Artur. This could have been an enjoyable adventure for both of us, but instead you choose to defy me at every opportunity. I was half joking before, Artur, but now I make it a promise; you will one day be my slave and I will then take as much pleasure from you as I choose and you will indeed suffer for me as much as I choose. Now get out of my tent!"
She stood and straightened her gown before raising an arm to point at the doorway.
Artur, rose, tipped his hat to her and left the tent.