offspring, something deep in her heart she still wished for. Later, as the offspring the Goddess had blessed her with grew, her prayers had changed. She had begun to pray for the Goddess to provide them with females instead of herself.
Bowing her head, Isis thanked the Goddess for all the blessings she had bestowed on her males and asked for her assistance in helping Ull to find his way. Turning, she brushed several papers with her sleeve, scattering them across the floor.
Shaking her head, Isis dropped to her knees, gathering up the papers. As she was about to rise, she saw one that had slipped all the way under the desk. Crawling all the way under the desk, she finally reached the stray paper and began to back out. Thinking she was clear, Isis started to rise and hit the back of her head on the edge of the desk.
“Ouch!” She reached up to rub the small bump that was forming. When she did, her hand bumped a small vial out of its hiding spot under the desk. It rolled across the floor, stopping only when it ran into the newly placed rug.
Slowly, Isis reached up and blindly dropped the papers back on the desk. Her gaze never left the vial.
What was it?
Why was Oryon hiding it?
Still on her hands and knees, Isis cautiously crawled toward the vial as if it were as deadly as a wild termagant. She carefully picked it up between two fingers and heard a slight rattle from whatever was inside.
Hesitantly, she twisted off the top of the vial and poured whatever was inside into her waiting palm. Tablets… small blue tablets… Lifting one, she touched it to her tongue, then jerked back in shock.
Cohosh Gorm! An herb that when used in extremely small amounts could help stomach problems, in a tablet like this… Isis’ mind flew. She knew this for some reason… why… her mother… her mother had told her that concentrated cohosh gorm… Isis’ eyes widened in shock. Prevented conceiving!
Why did Oryon have this ?
Rising to her feet, Isis went to find out.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
“Get back on your comm, Jago!” Oryon ordered over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the darkening smoke. He had heard no alarm sounding, and that let him know the fire had not yet been discovered. “Contact Shen about the fire. Tell him we are en route and that I want the entire House secured, especially Isis.” Oryon wasn’t sure what he was sensing, but something was very wrong here, and he needed to make sure his Isis was safe.
“Yes, my Lord,” Jago grunted, pulling out his comm. He had always known that his Lord was a fit male, but he was at least twenty years older than Jago, and Jago was having trouble keeping up with him. As Shen answered Jago’s call, an explosion ripped through House Rigel, shattering windows.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
Kaspar smiled as he jogged up the rise. He had made it. He was free. No more would he have to serve a Lord that allowed a female to rule his House. Now he would be able to obtain a female. Cresting the rise, he skidded to a halt, for coming toward him at a dead run was Oryon himself, followed closely by Jago.
Realizing they had not yet seen him, Kaspar spun around and quickly retraced his steps back to House Rigel’s kitchen.
“I told you to get …” An explosion cut off the rest of Lajos words, shaking the walls of House Rigel. Pots and Pans rattled and plates fell from shelves.
Every male in the kitchen froze, their eyes flying to Lajos.
“Secure the kitchen!” Lajos immediately ordered. “Shut down everything ! Every stove! Every oven!”
“But the meal…” someone dared ask.
“Will wait!” Lajos spat out, his gaze spearing the male stupid enough to question him. He glanced back to Kaspar, expecting him to take control of the situation, and found him gone.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
“Here, Warrior Vali?” Jael asked stepping back from where they had set the chair.
“Yes. Thank you.” Walking over to the chair his mother had given him, Vali couldn’t
Bowing her head, Isis thanked the Goddess for all the blessings she had bestowed on her males and asked for her assistance in helping Ull to find his way. Turning, she brushed several papers with her sleeve, scattering them across the floor.
Shaking her head, Isis dropped to her knees, gathering up the papers. As she was about to rise, she saw one that had slipped all the way under the desk. Crawling all the way under the desk, she finally reached the stray paper and began to back out. Thinking she was clear, Isis started to rise and hit the back of her head on the edge of the desk.
“Ouch!” She reached up to rub the small bump that was forming. When she did, her hand bumped a small vial out of its hiding spot under the desk. It rolled across the floor, stopping only when it ran into the newly placed rug.
Slowly, Isis reached up and blindly dropped the papers back on the desk. Her gaze never left the vial.
What was it?
Why was Oryon hiding it?
Still on her hands and knees, Isis cautiously crawled toward the vial as if it were as deadly as a wild termagant. She carefully picked it up between two fingers and heard a slight rattle from whatever was inside.
Hesitantly, she twisted off the top of the vial and poured whatever was inside into her waiting palm. Tablets… small blue tablets… Lifting one, she touched it to her tongue, then jerked back in shock.
Cohosh Gorm! An herb that when used in extremely small amounts could help stomach problems, in a tablet like this… Isis’ mind flew. She knew this for some reason… why… her mother… her mother had told her that concentrated cohosh gorm… Isis’ eyes widened in shock. Prevented conceiving!
Why did Oryon have this ?
Rising to her feet, Isis went to find out.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
“Get back on your comm, Jago!” Oryon ordered over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the darkening smoke. He had heard no alarm sounding, and that let him know the fire had not yet been discovered. “Contact Shen about the fire. Tell him we are en route and that I want the entire House secured, especially Isis.” Oryon wasn’t sure what he was sensing, but something was very wrong here, and he needed to make sure his Isis was safe.
“Yes, my Lord,” Jago grunted, pulling out his comm. He had always known that his Lord was a fit male, but he was at least twenty years older than Jago, and Jago was having trouble keeping up with him. As Shen answered Jago’s call, an explosion ripped through House Rigel, shattering windows.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
Kaspar smiled as he jogged up the rise. He had made it. He was free. No more would he have to serve a Lord that allowed a female to rule his House. Now he would be able to obtain a female. Cresting the rise, he skidded to a halt, for coming toward him at a dead run was Oryon himself, followed closely by Jago.
Realizing they had not yet seen him, Kaspar spun around and quickly retraced his steps back to House Rigel’s kitchen.
“I told you to get …” An explosion cut off the rest of Lajos words, shaking the walls of House Rigel. Pots and Pans rattled and plates fell from shelves.
Every male in the kitchen froze, their eyes flying to Lajos.
“Secure the kitchen!” Lajos immediately ordered. “Shut down everything ! Every stove! Every oven!”
“But the meal…” someone dared ask.
“Will wait!” Lajos spat out, his gaze spearing the male stupid enough to question him. He glanced back to Kaspar, expecting him to take control of the situation, and found him gone.
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞
“Here, Warrior Vali?” Jael asked stepping back from where they had set the chair.
“Yes. Thank you.” Walking over to the chair his mother had given him, Vali couldn’t
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