“She bores easily.”
Nathor’s warning had stayed with him. Under stress in the torture chamber. Twisted into impossible positions for her sexual taunts.
“And when she says, she’s disappointed …..”
Nathor had shrugged. Indicating nothing anyone could do then.
She’d got her eager burly guards to bind Ka-Lan’s arms into some kind of yoke. At first he had just taken it as some new trick she was trying on him. But then those words came back to haunt him. The look on her face. The gloating way the guards shoved him around.
Nathor’s caution sent a shiver down his backbone.
“ …. then you start to sweat,” he’d warned.
“Then you’re on the way out. She’s done with you …….”
Once Ka-Lan had asked the old retainer about the men who had gone before him.
“You said the nights in the cellars . they did for one of them …….?”
What had happened to them? He had every reason to be curious.
“After they had disappointed …..?”
Nathor nodded. Matter-of-fact.
“Every one of them has “disappointed”. Or better put ….., the Mistress has got bored ……”
Ka-Lan sensed he was heading fast that way. The Mistress’ spitefulness .. her treatments of him .. every day more malicious. He steeled himself for a moment. Reluctant to ask the vital question.
“And then ….? What became of them?”
Nathor’s two hands were put together.
“Disappoint and you disappear.”
Then his hands gently exploded upwards.
“In a puff of smoke.”
Ka-Lan wondered. He wouldn’t put it passed her to kill him off. Not for one moment thinking she’d take the easy route. He could imagine her castrating him. And settling down with swine and cheese .. watching him bleed out. Deaf to the pleadings. Sucking up her victim’s horror and despair like life’s blood. She’d be up to that.
But he also sensed she’d like to drag it out. Pay her back for disappointment with a lifetime of regrets. Sent down into the mines. Slowly choking on dust. Sweating blood, worked into the dirt. Until a tunnel caved in and released him from a miserable life.
Nothing for it …… Ka-Lan had to get away …….
Her thugs put him in the yoke. And it WAS some new trick .. of sorts. Some new mental stress she was exacting on his young strong being. A trick that echoed to those doom-laden words.
“You disappoint ……”