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“The main thing that struck me, though, was that most of the war maids who most admire the Voice and Councilor Saretha are careful to emphasize that the Mayor and the rest of the Council are ’doing their best,’ or ’well-intentioned, but mistaken.’ Unlike the Voice, of course. I’ve seen that before, too. Not personally, but I did pay attention to my history lessons, Dame Kaeritha. I think this is an attempt to undermine the authority of the people who are supposed to be governing Kalatha. And I think the Voice is either actively involved in it herself, for some reason, or else that some third party is using her, as well.”
“I see.” Kaeritha contemplated Leeana for several more moments, then shrugged. “Is there anything else?” she asked.
“Well,” Leeana said, and looked away again. She seemed uncomfortable for some reason, almost a bit flustered. “There’s the fact that the ones I’m worried about seem to be actively recruiting from among the younger war maids. I think that’s one reason I’ve heard so much about it in the relatively short time I’ve been here. The fact that I used to be Father’s daughter—still am, really, until my probationary period is over—might make me more valuable in their eyes, and they might figure I’d be young and new enough to be easily impressed and convinced.
“And,” she turned to look back at Kaeritha, “some of the other things they’ve been saying about the Voice make me … uncomfortable.”
“Like what?” Kaeritha asked.
“It’s just … well, I suppose —” A faint flush of color brushed Leeana’s cheeks. “I never expected to hear someone suggesting that a Voice of Lillinara would be so … promiscuous.”
“Promiscuous?” Kaeritha fought successfully not to grin, but Leeana’s blush darkened anyway.
“I’m not all that i
“Yes, Leeana,” Kaeritha said, her tone just a bit contrite. “I do know what you mean.”
“Well,” Leeana went on in a slightly mollified voice, “what bothers me, I guess, is that the people who seem so fond of the Voice’s political views are also talking about how ’liberated’ her views are on … other things.”
“Leeana,” Kaeritha said carefully, “Lillinara doesn’t require celibacy of any of Her Voices. Some of them take individual vows of celibacy when they decide they have a vocation to serve Her, but that’s different. A personal decision to free them from other needs and desires in order to concentrate solely on Her. And there’s actually some disagreement as to whether or not She really approves of it even then. In fact, her High Voices can’t be virgins. She is the Goddess of Women, you know—all women, not just the patron of maidens—and She feels that Her church—and Her priestesses—need to have experienced the things they’re going to be counseling Her worshipers about.”
“Really?” Leeana considered that for several seconds, her expression intent, then nodded. “That makes sense,” she pronounced with the definitiveness of the young.
“I’m glad you approve,” Kaeritha murmured, and the girl blushed again. Then she gri
“On the other hand,” Kaeritha continued, “it sounded to me like you were talking about something you feel goes a bit far even bearing that in mind.”
“Well, yes,” Leeana agreed, but her expression remained thoughtful, and she cocked her head at Kaeritha. “Can I ask you a question, Dame Kaeritha?”
“Of course you may,” Kaeritha said, but the girl hesitated a moment, despite the reassurance.
“I was wondering,” she said finally, slowly, “about how the other gods feel about that.” She looked away, gazing out over the training salle’s grounds. “For example, you’re a champion of Tomanak. How does He feel about it?”
“About celibacy?” Kaeritha chuckled. “Let’s just say that as the God of Justice, He wouldn’t exactly think it was ’just’ to require His followers to forswear something that fundamental to the mortal condition. Like Lillinara, He expects us not to be casual about it, and He expects us to recognize and meet any responsibilities which might arise out of it. But all of the Gods of Light celebrate life, Leeana, and I can’t think of anything much more ’life-affirming’ than the embracing of a loving, shared physical relationship.”
“Really?” There was something about that single word which made Kaeritha wonder exactly what the girl was thinking. But then Leeana shook herself, and turned back towards her.
“That makes sense, too,” she said. “But it doesn’t sound like what the people who worry me are saying, either.”
“What do you mean?” Kaeritha asked intently.
“The loving and sharing part seems to get left out a lot,” Leeana said simply. “And so does the bit about responsibility.” Kaeritha frowned, but she didn’t interrupt, and the young woman continued. “There were a couple of other parts that surprised me a little, just at first. They shouldn’t have, but I guess that despite everything, I’ve got a lot more ’conventional’ leftovers in my attitudes then I realized I did. I mean, the war maids are a community of women who’ve chosen not to live in a society run by men. Under the circumstances, I should have been surprised if many of them hadn’t chosen other women as their partners, not the other way around.
“But even if that surprised me, at first, it didn’t take me long to understand it. And what bothered me, Dame Kaeritha, wasn’t who someone chose to fall in love with. It was the way these particular war maids were talking about what the Voice thought about the proper ’freedom’ when it comes to choosing lovers, whether they’re men or women.”
She didn’t seem a bit flustered by her subject matter now, Kaeritha noted. It was as if her concentration on explaining what she meant had banished such mundane concerns.
“Why?”
“Because the sort of commitment and responsibility you’re talking about doesn’t seem very important to them. They talk about it as if it were, well, only physical. As if it’s all about selfish pleasure, or just a momentary fling. Like … like the other person doesn’t really matter, or isn’t really real. Just a convenience. I’m not naive enough to think there aren’t a lot of people in the world who feel that way anyway, Dame Kaeritha. But these women were laughing—almost snickering—about it, like they knew what they were suggesting was wrong and that only made it better, somehow. Some of them actually look forward to hurting someone else—using sex as a weapon to ’get even’ for everything men have ever done to women. And every time I heard one of them saying something like that, I thought about all of the people who already believe all war maids think that way.”
Kaeritha frowned, and her thoughts were grim. It was possible Leeana was overreacting to a few chance words. As the girl had said, she was the product of a Sothoii upbringing herself. Perhaps not quite as conventional as most, but even an ’unconventional’ Sothoii rearing was bound to leave a few footprints.
Yet Kaeritha didn’t think that was the case. Not only was Leeana keenly intelligent and observant, but the situation she described fitted only too well into the pattern Kaeritha had begun to discern. Or that she was afraid she had, at any rate.
“Do you think I’m imagining things?” Leeana asked, once again almost as if she could read Kaeritha’s mind, and the knight shook her head.
“No. I’m certain you’re not imagining things, Leeana. It’s possible you’re reading more into what you’ve heard than was actually intended, but I don’t believe you’ve imagined anything.”