And perhaps someone here practiced it.
And perhaps that someone knew what the f**k was going on with me.
And, if I knew what that was, then maybe I could figure out what I should do.
“Dahksahna Circe,” Bain muttered and I belatedly noticed that he’d tensed at my side.
I came to myself, looked up at him then looked where his eyes were aimed.
The Eunuch was headed our way and his eyes were on me.
“Tee lapay lee Xacme,”* Bain said under his breath to me.
I looked back up at Bain and before he rearranged his features, I saw distaste in them.
Oh man.
“Kah Dahksahna,” The Eunuch murmured, bowing his head as he stopped before me.
Hmm. He called me “kah Dahksahna”. Most everyone called me “rahna Dahksahna” or “rahna Dahksahna hahla” or “Dahksahna Circe” if they knew me pretty well.
No one simply called me their queen.
How weird.
“Poyah,” I greeted and his head came up, his face masked.
Oh man.
“I am The Eunuch,” he stated and I blinked.
“You know Eng… I mean, Valearian?” I asked.
“I speak the language of the Vale,” he answered, lifting his chin a bit.
He spoke English. Very weird. Why didn’t Lahn use this guy as an interpreter?
“Well, um… cool, uh, that’s great, I mean. Lovely to, uh… finally meet you,” I stammered. “Uh, what’s your name?”
He stared at me. Then he repeated, “I am The Eunuch.”
“Uh… okay, I’ve um… heard that but…” Yikes! “I was asking your name.”
“My name?” he asked back.
“Yes, the one you were given at birth,” I told him.
His face, already masked, closed down.
“That name was taken with my manhood, kah Dahksahna,” he informed me coldly.
Okay, there were a lot of uncomfortable conversations a person had to have in their life. When they broke up with someone, for one. When they f**ked up and had to admit they were wrong, for another. But talking to a dude who had his balls cut off about his balls being cut off beat them all.
I held his eyes. Then I said softly, “Right, but you are still that man no matter that that atrocity happened to you so… I’d like to know your name.”
At this point, Bain said something that sounded like he was asking, “What does your queen require of you?” but I wasn’t sure.
“Kah trooyha,” my name, The Eunuch answered (there it was, I was right about Bain’s question).
“Uvoo tee luh zah,” give it to her, Bain ordered firmly and impatiently.
The Eunuch looked hard at Bain for a brief second then turned to me. “Karrim, my queen,” he answered on another slight head bow.
“Shahsha,” I said softly.
He stared at me a second and then said, “You will beg my pardon; I have had many things to do. The Hunt, the selection, the ride, I have been too busy to present myself to my queen. I am giving you my apologies.”
“There’s no need, I understand.” I threw an arm out to indicate the busy Daxshee at the same time I gave him a smile. “Your responsibilities are vast. Anyone can see that.”
Another obsequious head bow and a muttered, “Shahsha.” His eyes slid to Bain and back to me so fast it was almost like I was seeing things before he went on. “I am asking you if you are managing well with tahna Dax.”
I tipped my head to the side. “Sorry?”
His eyes pointedly went to my cheekbone, now, I would suspect, without any discoloration and then back to me. “You and tahna Dax, I have the hope that all is well in your cham.”
A tingle slid up my spine before I said, “Everything is fine.” Then, because I wanted Bain in on this conversation, I said in Korwahk, hoping I got it right, “Jak lapay yahka.” All is well.
“Jak lapay yahka? Zut tela?” Bain asked and I looked up at him.
“Kay loot kah Dax,” I answered his question of, All is well? With what? then I looked at The Eunuch. “Kah Lahn lapay uh… busy gahn we are, um, coping well, uh, ta lapay yahka. Fahnahsan.”**
The obsequious bow from The Eunuch again then, “Dohno, kah Dahksahna, very dohno,” he was obviously avoiding Bain’s eyes and, perhaps, the unhappy vibe Bain was emanating and it was clear he wanted to seriously avoid it and I knew this when he said with another mini-head-bow, “I will leave you to your… wanderings. Goyah, kah Dahksahna,” a bow without any eye contact to Bain and a muttered, “Goyah, Tunakan.”***
Then he hurried away.
It could be said I didn’t like how that went and when Bain touched my arm to move us forward again I knew by his continued unhappy vibe he didn’t either.
Then he spoke in Korwahk and used easy words so I could understand. “I do not like that man.”
Uh-oh.
Then he went on to warn, “Be cautious, Dahksahna Circe.”
I pretty much got that.
“Okay,” I whispered.
At that point, an almighty scream pierced the air, so hideous it sent ice shards tearing through my veins.
Instantly, one of Bain’s arms lifted high, his hand going behind his neck where he smoothly and swiftly unsheathed his sword while the other arm went around my waist and he pulled me to him, inching back even as people all around were running to a cham three tents down.
Bain barked a question at someone who was running the other direction, got an answer and the man spoke so fast, the only words I could make out where “Dortak” and “zak bahsah”, his wife.
Oh shit.
Then another scream split the air.
Oh shit!
Bain’s body went solid at the answer and then he tried to pull me back but I planted my feet and twisted my neck to look up at him.
In Korwahk, I did my best to shout, “We need to go to her!”
“Me, kah rahna Dahksahna,” he denied.
“Bain! We need to go to her!” He kept pulling me back so I screeched, “Nahna Dahksahna tahnoo tee!” Your Queen commands it!
He stared me in the eyes for a heartbeat, clearly read something then muttered, “Tooyay kay.”
Diandra had told me what “tooyo” meant and it didn’t have a literal translation but the description made it sound like it meant “fuck” which meant Bain just muttered, “fuck me” which would have been funny any other time but obviously not then.
Then he let me go but took my hand, kept his sword unsheathed and we jogged to the tent. He shouted orders at the people surrounding it, they turned, saw me, parted and then we got to the front of the cham and I beheld a nightmare.