Disclaimer: I don't own any of the David Eddings characters that I put in
here. I own Samedi and Jules and Mildred and Chissa (You will find out
about her later). Don't steal, its uncouth.
AN: Thank you to my reviewer Sarah. In your next review please explain the "joke" that I supposedly got to me. I'm hoping updates will be less sporadic, but I don't write until I actually feel I can put out a good story. All right here's the story . . .
Belgarath came in with a full tankard and a plate stacked high with bread and cheese. He sat down in a comfortable armchair and took a large gulp of ale.
"Are ya'll ready for me to begin again?"
"Yes!"
*Back to the past*
Jules and Samedi slowly walked up the steps. The other girls had been sent to bed, but they had the privilege to stay up late. They had taken the time to talk everything out.
"The girls are going to be worse than ever you know. At least today it was only a battle between the eyes, but we are always going to have to keep a look out," stated Jules matter-of-factly.
"Yes, I know. I wouldn't put it past the girls to do something to us. Sometimes I just wish I was sitting at home listening to my mother yell at me," Samedi said sadly.
"Me too. But we are in this together. If only they hadn't given us a maid."
Jules glanced quickly at the lone figure in the corner waiting for somebody to tell her what do. It was a sorry sight.
The maid's name was Chissa. She had long, flowing blonde hair and a supple face. Her bright, gray eyes showed a wisdom far beyond her years. If it hadn't been for her many years as a maid she would have been perceived as quite young. The service had taken quite a lot from her. She was just a little taller than Jules. Jules only stood a few inches above Samedi.
Little did Samedi and Jules know, the maid was more attentive than they first had thought. She was paying very close attention to the conversation, feeling both girls out for who they truly were.
"Yes, it would have been better without her, but she may be useful. She can keep the other girls off of our backs," Samedi said sensibly.
Jules leaned her head close to her friends and whispered," I bet she's just here to find out what we are doing."
'Which isn't incorrect,' thought Chissa.
"Who knows? But I guess we should keep an eye out on her and the girls. Maybe we should talk to her."
"Yeah. That's a good idea. Chissa?"
"Yes, Miss?" Chissa replied in a tone, which revealed nothing.
Jules glanced at Samedi because she didn't know what to say.
Samedi helped Jules out by saying," Maybe you could join us and leave the corner. We'd like to talk to you."
"Alright. I have some thing to discuss too."
Chissa shuffled over and sat down on a chair. She looked at Jules and Chissa expectantly.
"How about telling us about yourself," Jules supplied.
"Well, I was born in Nyissa. My mother was also a maiden. My father is the Chief Eunuch. I never really knew him. I also never tell many people that but I feel we need to be on the same level," she said seeing the shocked look on her charges faces.
"My mother taught me all about being a maid and I am really here to help you through your training. You two and all the other girls who look like the first handmaiden of Issa are very special. I have been sent here to protect and teach you.
"I am not here to be your "maid" as the other girls think. I would like them to stay in the dark on this matter. Alright?"
"Yes," both girls said in unison suddenly feeling that she was in charge and they would do what she told them not the other way around.
"I'm glad we have come to an understanding. It will make your stay here much more enjoyable. Well, as enjoyable as it can get. Tomorrow you will have private lessons with me. I will wake you up at 6:15. Be ready by 7:00. You will learn the basics of being Queen Salmissra."
With that Chissa got up bowed to Jules and Samedi and walked out the house to the servant quarters.
"I suppose we will e seeing less of the girls. I wonder what they will be doing?"
Jules and Samedi began to walk up the steps when they heard a hurried scurrying and a softly closing door.
They looked at each other wondering which girl had eavesdropped and who would they tell.
*Behind the door that closed*
Mildred sat in her bedroom thinking about all she had heard.
'Chissa is not a maid but a teacher. She is also very high born, her father being a Chief Eunuch,' thought Mildred.
Mildred decided to tell the girls tomorrow, hoping they would have a better solution to the "Chissa Problem."
Mildred tried to go to sleep but one question kept coming to her mind.
"I wonder what the other girls will be doing."
*Back to the present*
"Ah! Don't stop there Belgarath!! It was getting good!" yelled Nikki.
"You will just have to wait until I refill my tankard."
AN: How do you like it?
AN: Thank you to my reviewer Sarah. In your next review please explain the "joke" that I supposedly got to me. I'm hoping updates will be less sporadic, but I don't write until I actually feel I can put out a good story. All right here's the story . . .
Belgarath came in with a full tankard and a plate stacked high with bread and cheese. He sat down in a comfortable armchair and took a large gulp of ale.
"Are ya'll ready for me to begin again?"
"Yes!"
*Back to the past*
Jules and Samedi slowly walked up the steps. The other girls had been sent to bed, but they had the privilege to stay up late. They had taken the time to talk everything out.
"The girls are going to be worse than ever you know. At least today it was only a battle between the eyes, but we are always going to have to keep a look out," stated Jules matter-of-factly.
"Yes, I know. I wouldn't put it past the girls to do something to us. Sometimes I just wish I was sitting at home listening to my mother yell at me," Samedi said sadly.
"Me too. But we are in this together. If only they hadn't given us a maid."
Jules glanced quickly at the lone figure in the corner waiting for somebody to tell her what do. It was a sorry sight.
The maid's name was Chissa. She had long, flowing blonde hair and a supple face. Her bright, gray eyes showed a wisdom far beyond her years. If it hadn't been for her many years as a maid she would have been perceived as quite young. The service had taken quite a lot from her. She was just a little taller than Jules. Jules only stood a few inches above Samedi.
Little did Samedi and Jules know, the maid was more attentive than they first had thought. She was paying very close attention to the conversation, feeling both girls out for who they truly were.
"Yes, it would have been better without her, but she may be useful. She can keep the other girls off of our backs," Samedi said sensibly.
Jules leaned her head close to her friends and whispered," I bet she's just here to find out what we are doing."
'Which isn't incorrect,' thought Chissa.
"Who knows? But I guess we should keep an eye out on her and the girls. Maybe we should talk to her."
"Yeah. That's a good idea. Chissa?"
"Yes, Miss?" Chissa replied in a tone, which revealed nothing.
Jules glanced at Samedi because she didn't know what to say.
Samedi helped Jules out by saying," Maybe you could join us and leave the corner. We'd like to talk to you."
"Alright. I have some thing to discuss too."
Chissa shuffled over and sat down on a chair. She looked at Jules and Chissa expectantly.
"How about telling us about yourself," Jules supplied.
"Well, I was born in Nyissa. My mother was also a maiden. My father is the Chief Eunuch. I never really knew him. I also never tell many people that but I feel we need to be on the same level," she said seeing the shocked look on her charges faces.
"My mother taught me all about being a maid and I am really here to help you through your training. You two and all the other girls who look like the first handmaiden of Issa are very special. I have been sent here to protect and teach you.
"I am not here to be your "maid" as the other girls think. I would like them to stay in the dark on this matter. Alright?"
"Yes," both girls said in unison suddenly feeling that she was in charge and they would do what she told them not the other way around.
"I'm glad we have come to an understanding. It will make your stay here much more enjoyable. Well, as enjoyable as it can get. Tomorrow you will have private lessons with me. I will wake you up at 6:15. Be ready by 7:00. You will learn the basics of being Queen Salmissra."
With that Chissa got up bowed to Jules and Samedi and walked out the house to the servant quarters.
"I suppose we will e seeing less of the girls. I wonder what they will be doing?"
Jules and Samedi began to walk up the steps when they heard a hurried scurrying and a softly closing door.
They looked at each other wondering which girl had eavesdropped and who would they tell.
*Behind the door that closed*
Mildred sat in her bedroom thinking about all she had heard.
'Chissa is not a maid but a teacher. She is also very high born, her father being a Chief Eunuch,' thought Mildred.
Mildred decided to tell the girls tomorrow, hoping they would have a better solution to the "Chissa Problem."
Mildred tried to go to sleep but one question kept coming to her mind.
"I wonder what the other girls will be doing."
*Back to the present*
"Ah! Don't stop there Belgarath!! It was getting good!" yelled Nikki.
"You will just have to wait until I refill my tankard."
AN: How do you like it?