The Golden Lotus

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce The Golden Lotus a novella of homoerotic fantasy by L.E. Bryce

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Phaze 6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222 This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. eBook ISBN 1-59426-759-5 The Golden Lotus © 2007 by L.E. Bryce All rights reserved under the International and PanAmerican Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Cover art © 2007 by Debi Lewis Edited by Kathryn Lively Phaze is an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC. www.Phaze.com

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Also by L.E. Bryce Dead to the World My Sun and Stars Ki'iri Becoming

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Chapter One

This one has not the balls to suffer in silence. Rahmad gazed down at his kneeling captive. He will seize any offer I make, as long as he can crawl back to his mother's skirts and perfumed palace. "You may have me in chains," the young man said, lifting his chin proudly, "but you have not won." Stepping forward, the High Prince let his leather-clad fingers caress his captive's cheek before roughly cupping his chin in his palm, wrenching the young man's head to one side so that he faced the plain below. "Look well, Prince Senesret. My forces have taken the field, and even now my troops are pushing the remnants of your father's army back beyond the borders of Juva. You may deny it all you wish, but in the end it is my deeds, not your words, that matter." "Your victory is but temporary." Rahmad smiled and let his hand fall, though the temptation to backhand the young man remained. From the moment the Juvan prince was captured, he had expected some show of defiance from the youth. Senesret did not disappoint. Smudged kohl gave his eyes a wild look, his wig hung askew, and gore spattered his gilt armor; the blood had come from the bodyguards who had kept him from the worst fighting, and who ultimately fell defending his chariot. He is merely a boy pretending to be a general, Rahmad thought contemptuously. Senesret had not even bloodied his sword, nor had he the decency to take his own life rather 6 | Page

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce than be captured. On the plain below the gates of Atrija, where the dead and wounded were still being tallied, six hundred Juvan prisoners awaited the conqueror's pleasure. Given his own losses, and the inconvenience of mustering an army and marching across the desert in the blistering heat, Rahmad had little reason to be merciful. It was unfortunate that the Juvan kings, enemies for more than eight generations, had forgotten their opponent's lineage. Rahmad's dynasty was not the weak one that had ruled Tajhaan for two hundred years and brought it to the brink of ruin, but was descended from a line of vigorous desert chieftains. With this victory, Rahmad became a conqueror in the eyes of his people, earning him the right to add the honorific dharu to his patronymic, and guaranteeing that the Juvans would now pay heed when he warned them not to cross his borders. "I think not," he replied. Letting his lips curl into a predatory smile, he added, "Of course, you realize I could strike your head off and mount it on a pike as I have done with your fallen soldiers. But in light of your obvious youth and inexperience, I am prepared to be reasonable. You will return to Tajhaan with me as a hostage—" "I would rather die than set foot in your filthy—" This time, Rahmad silenced his captive with a swift backhand across the face. Senesret recoiled, tasted the blood from his cut lip, and grew silent. "Let me remind you again who is the victor and who is the prisoner," growled Rahmad. "Your incompetence has cost many worthy lives on both sides, so I do not think you are in 7 | Page

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce a position to bargain. However, since you so vehemently reject my hospitality, I am willing to return you unharmed to your father if you can provide me with a suitable substitute." Senesret smiled, blood staining his teeth scarlet. "If that is all, I have servants who will—" "I am not interested in menial laborers," said Rahmad, enjoying the prince's look of consternation. "You will provide me with someone of noble blood, young prince, willing to stand surety for your continued good behavior." In truth, he almost hoped that no one would vouch for the prince, and that Senesret would be forced to participate in his captor's triumphal procession before ending his days in Tajhaan, well-treated but in the humiliating position of royal hostage. However, experience taught Rahmad that sooner or later his captive would plot against him, forcing him to execute the young man, and that sending him home would avert much trouble later. **** Senesret was not pleased by his actions, he knew it. Of course, the prince had said nothing when he stood forth and volunteered to take his master's place as a royal hostage, but in the narrowing of Senesret's eyes and the set of his jaw, Tametenofret knew he had done the wrong thing. Though a pleasure slave and high in the prince's affection, he could not presume above his station; the moment he spoke, he realized he had done so. However, it was too late to take back the offer, not when the enemy prince had already accepted and agreed to let

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Senesret go. All Tamet could do was hang his head and allow the Tajhaani guards to place the manacles on his wrists while his master was led from the room. For a long time, he stood unattended in the center of the room, perspiring from the heat and listening to the faint shuffling and scraping elsewhere in the chamber. Without looking, he knew that the guards were watching him, appraising him with lustful eyes, contemplating thoughts too filthy to be spoken aloud. He thanked the gods he had the foresight to don his most concealing robe before the enemy swarmed his master's tent to capture him and the rest of the prince's household. We should never have come here, he thought, repeating it over and again in his mind until the words lost their very shape. Senesret would go home to his palace in Kebet, and Tamet would probably never see him again. They will execute me in his place, or worse. Drawing in a deep breath to still his trembling, Tamet tried to be brave, yet cursed himself for his false bravado. I wanted to please him, but all I have done is be a fool. Gods, we should never have come to this wretched place. Even though war with Tajhaan had been an accepted part of Juvan life for centuries, crossing the desert did not agree with Senesret. The prince, who disdained any activity more violent than a leisurely hunt, had no military ambitions, and privately fumed over his father's decision to send him to Tajhaan with an army. "Let my brothers play at being soldiers," he said, "or my father, if he wants war that badly. He will take all the credit anyway." 9 | Page

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce "The king wishes to give you glory, my lord," Tamet said softly. "You have always been his favorite." Senesret made a noise in his throat. "I am hardly his heir, and fighting is such a tiresome business." Hot and dusty, without any of the customary luxuries, the desert was no place for a pampered prince or a pleasure slave, but neither had a choice. The king was adamant that Senesret prove himself in battle, and Tamet could only obey when the prince refused to leave him behind. "If I must go," Senesret grumbled, "I will have some enjoyment. And you can watch me smite the enemy and celebrate with me afterward. You would like it that, yes?" "Yes, my lord." Tamet dropped his gaze seductively and gave the response he knew his master wished to hear, but in truth he had no more desire to see a battle than the prince. No matter what tales the camp singers told of the glories of war, it could not match the reality of the carnage: men and beasts suffering hideous wounds, the dust and gore and vomit, and the pathos of hardened soldiers sobbing like children for their mothers as they died. Tamet kept a brave face throughout, and held his tongue when Senesret spewed his breakfast at the horror, when all he truly wanted to do was curl into a tiny ball and sob until the nightmare passed. Many of the eunuchs in the royal tent, soft creatures who knew only comfort and intrigue, lamented when the battle began to turn, and filled the encampment with their wailing until Senesret snapped at them to be silent. The ordeal might have been bearable had the prince remained, yet at nearly the last moment he mustered some 10 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce hidden reserve of courage and insisted on going out to meet the enemy. "My deed will inspire the soldiers," he said. Had Senesret sought his opinion, and had he been tactless enough to give it, Tamet could have told him that it was too late; the battle was lost. When the prince called for his armor, Tamet fell on his face with all the protests of a loyal concubine, in this case heartfelt, yet obeyed when Senesret ordered him to his feet. "It will be over soon, little lotus," he said, kissing Tamet on the cheek. "Now give me my sword." And when it ended, Tamet was not surprised. All his life he had known that Tajhaani warriors were savage creatures, so when the fighting spilled past the battlefield he hid inside the royal tent with the eunuchs, tried to shut out the screams of the dying and wounded outside, and debated the wisdom of taking poison. Surely Senesret would fall on his sword rather than be captured, and Tamet knew the prince would not want his beloved companion to survive to suffer capture and defilement. You should have drunk the poison, he thought, now when it was too late. For all their protests of love and loyalty, none of the captured officers or eunuchs had offered to take Senesret's place. At the time, overwhelmed by relief to see his master alive and unhurt, Tamet had not questioned it, but had simply fallen to his knees and begged for the chance to be of service. Finally, Senesret entered the room. Washed and dressed in fresh clothes, he seemed in a better mood, even affectionate as he laid his hands on Tamet's shoulders and kissed his 11 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce forehead. "Why did you offer yourself?" he asked, speaking softly so the guards could not hear. "They would not have dared hurt me, and I have no wish to give you up." For the second time that afternoon, Tamet dropped to his knees and kissed the hem of Senesret's garment. "Forgive me, master, but there was no one else who would offer. I did not want you to remain a prisoner." His answer seemed to appease Senesret, who raised him to his feet and kissed him again. "Do not fear. You may be a slave, but you are of noble birth and you are mine. These savages will not dare harm you. When I return to Juva, I will speak to my father and he will send for you." Tamet cast his gaze to the floor so he would not have to endure the heartache of watching his master leave the room. For all he knew, it might be the last time they ever saw each other. Once the prince left, a servant came and led Tamet to a room furnished with a table and cot. Disappointment knotted in his throat. As a royal hostage, he had been promised every comfort and consideration, yet this was nothing like the beautiful painted chambers in which he and Senesret's other pleasure slaves spent their days. A narrow window provided light and a view of the streets and tenements below. As a city, Atrija blended into the desert that lay beyond its high walls, and offered nothing of beauty. Even now, the severed heads of Juva's fallen soldiers spiked its gates, and blood drenched the sands beneath its walls. Tamet shut his eyes against the memory of being led with the other captives through the ranks of carnage, past corpses and 12 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce men who would soon become corpses. I do not belong here, he thought. Senesret would disapprove of his tears, so Tamet held back until the servant left, and then sobbed into the rough pillow until he was too spent to do more than lie quietly on the floor and study his surroundings. In a corner, he recognized the basket that held his things, and a basin of water and fresh linen on the table had been left for washing. Beyond that he was lost, not knowing if the Tajhaani prince expected him to provide pleasure or not. You may be a slave, but you are of noble birth and you are mine. Senesret's words provided some comfort, as long as he did not dwell on what savages the Tajhaani were. For all Tamet knew, the rules of decency did not apply in this wild, unfriendly place. The servant who came at sunset with his meal told him nothing beyond ordering him to eat, wash the smeared kohl from his face, and change his clothes for something more presentable. His questions went unanswered, the serving woman pretending she did not understand the language except to chide him about his choice of raiment and cosmetics. "Little Juvan savage," she said, pointing to the kohl with which he outlined his eyes. "Not so much, and not this." With her fingernail, as if fearing contamination, the woman flicked his wide beaded collar and motioned to his fine linen kilt and wig. "You dress decent for the High Prince, not half-naked." She made him remove his wig, wipe away the kohl until only a fine line under his eyes remained, and directed him to 13 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce put on the most concealing garment he owned, the same rumpled linen robe he had worn all day. His collar, a lovely turquoise and jasper thing given to him by Senesret, was sacrificed in favor of a plain silver cuff bracelet. Once dressed to the woman's satisfaction, if not his own, Tamet followed a guard downstairs to a spacious candlelit room furnished with tables and couches. Servers moved in and out with food and wine, but when Tamet looked for the servant with the requisite basket of flower garlands, he saw nothing. The guard steered him toward an empty couch, stopping him with a hand on his shoulder before he could sit. "My lord, your guest is here," the man said. Lifting his eyes, Tamet recognized the Tajhaani prince who had captured his master. The last time he had seen the man, the prince wore blood-spattered armor, not gold or rich fabrics, but the same ferocity shone in his eyes, the look of a man without mercy. As he paused over his wine cup, the prince appraised Tamet and nodded. "I am Rahmad ked Thajid Dharu, the High Prince of Tajhaan," he said in heavily accented Juvan. "These are my generals and courtiers. Sit down beside me and eat something, if you have not already done so." Tamet reclined on the couch as directed, but ate nothing. In outward form, there was little difference between the scene in this chamber and those in Senesret's tent during the desert crossing. Tamet had appeared to provide decoration while his master spoke to the king's generals. No one

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce addressed him, nor would he have understood if they had, and he could not fathom why his presence was required. Perhaps he did not understand Tajhaani beyond a few words, but Tamet could read body language and inflection well enough to know when he became the topic of conversation. Once or twice, he heard his master's name, delivered in a dismissive tone that made his cheeks burn. These savages, he thought. They tell me I am their guest, and yet they insult me. At least it is not my prince who has to endure these things. At the end of the evening, the men rose, kissed each other on the cheeks in some coarse desert ritual, and left the chamber; only the servants and the High Prince remained. Tamet tensed, awaiting his own dismissal, or worse, a command to follow the man into his bedchamber. When the prince signaled, he had no choice but to obey. Lowering his eyes, he followed Rahmad down a corridor into a room lit by a pair of suspended brass oil lamps. Cushions strewed a bed draped in dark silk and animal pelts, while under his sandaled feet Tamet felt the gypsum stucco floor give way to a thick carpet. A servant helped the prince remove his sword belt and brocade outer robe. Another brought water and linens for washing. "You did not eat anything this evening," said Rahmad, holding out his arms for his attendants. "Are you not well?" "I ate before," answered Tamet. Before his servant could touch his inner, pleated robe, Rahmad waved both men from his presence. "But not very 15 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce much," he said. "The woman who brought you your meal says you do not care for our food. Do you think we will poison you?" The High Prince punctuated his question with a laugh that left Tamet unsure how to respond. Before he could frame a reply, Tamet saw the other man move toward the bed and gesture to him. "You will become accustomed to our food, as well as our customs," said Rahmad. "Now then, it is pleasant evening, and you are far from home. I do not think you would wish to sleep alone tonight." Tamet stared at him. I belong to Senesret. He cannot do this without permission. "Sir, I-I am your guest." Rahmad lay down among the cushions. "Yes, you are my guest. While you are here, you will have every comfort, and no other will lay a hand on you. But you are also an akesh, and your master has relinquished you to me to serve in his place. Did he not explain this to you?" "I do not understand," said Tamet. "What is an akesh?" "An akesh is a pleasure slave." Your master has relinquished you to me to serve in his place. In those simple words, Tamet pictured a scene so grotesque he could scarcely believe it. "Senesret is a prince, sir, not a—" Rahmad drew his lips into a thin smile that indicated his diminishing patience. The Tajhaani ruler was not a young man, nor a particularly handsome one despite his formidable presence. "I may do as I please with the captives I take in war," he said. "Had your master posed a genuine threat, I would have kept him, and taken my pleasure of him before 16 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce killing him. But he is nothing more than a boy pretending to be a soldier, so I sent him back to his father. "However, I will not kill you, or use you badly, because you are blameless and offered yourself with honorable intentions. Despite what you may think, we Tajhaani are not complete savages. You will walk in my triumph with the other prisoners, but when they are executed you will be spared." Perhaps his words were meant to be comforting, yet the coldness with which they were uttered had the opposite effect. Tamet shuddered, wishing more than ever that he could take back the bravado that had placed him in this situation. Neither Senesret nor anyone else had mentioned what his role was to be, but then no one had explained what the role of hostage entailed beyond remaining in Tajhaan while everyone else went home. Now Tamet realized that he had also volunteered to be put on public display, and to serve as this foreign prince's plaything in Senesret's place. He felt queasy enough to want to sit down, but he dared not do so without first receiving permission, and he was not about to ask. "My master will not be pleased to have another touch his property." "I see there is much you do not understand about this matter," said Rahmad. "Since Prince Senesret chose to give me a slave rather than a free man, you are my property until I release you or he sends another in your place." His eyes narrowing with impatience, he patted the coverlet in front of him. "Now come here. I wish to see what manner of bargain I

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce have made, or if I need to send men into the desert to fetch back your master's head." That might have been a joke, or not. Tamet did not know what to think as he warily climbed onto the bed. As Rahmad touched two fingers to the pulse in his neck, sliding them down his collarbone to push his robe off his shoulders, Tamet concentrated on breathing, and tried to appear interested in the High Prince's conversation. "It is fortunate you did not make yourself up in the Juvan style," said Rahmad. "I do not care for tastelessly painted eyes or ostentatious jewelry, or the coarse wigs your people favor. While you are with me, you will grow your hair, or else I will think I am bedding a priest. Now tell me, what is your name? Your master did not see fit to tell me." Tamet tried to ignore the fingers idly tracing the line of his collarbone. Only Senesret should be touching him like this. "My name is Tametenofret, sir." Rahmad's eyes widened with surprise. "Why do your people always insist on giving yourselves such long and grandiose names? Yours is far too long for my taste." Once again, he touched Tamet's neck, turning his hand so his knuckles brushed Tamet's cheek. "Let us see now. Tamet means lotus, and nefret is beautiful. In Tajhaan, beautiful lotus is Tanarharit, but that is a woman's name. I will call you Tanariq instead. It means golden lotus." Only a slave's new master had the right to change a name, and Tamet did not regard Rahmad as anything more than a usurper. I do not like it. I will not answer to it. Even as he contemplated this subtle rebellion, Tamet knew he had no 18 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce choice, just as he had no choice about the hands removing his robe or the mouth fastening on his to slide a hot tongue past his lips. Senesret, with his plump, bow-shaped mouth, rarely kissed his concubines. Rather, he preferred to lie back and have his lover stroke and suck and ride his cock. Rahmad, on the other hand, took the lead, bearing Tamet down onto the cushions beside him. He refused to let Tamet return his caresses, to do the work for which a pleasure slave was trained, save to respond to his kisses. As on the battlefield, in bed the prince asserted himself like a conqueror, rolling Tamet onto his belly and mounting him from behind once he was ready. Afterward, Tamet reflected that it might have been worse. From tales whispered in dark corners by other concubines, he knew that some men could be animals in bed. Rahmad might have beaten him to enhance his pleasure, or entered him unprepared, yet he showed more consideration than Tamet expected. His lovemaking, while not gentle, was not brutal either. Only at the peak of his excitement did Rahmad become rough, gripping Tamet's hips, squeezing his buttocks as his cock vigorously pumped in and out. "Perhaps I should send men after your boy prince anyway," he growled, "so I can tell him that I have been in Juva this night." Tamet bit back tears of frustration and humiliation at this insult. Oh, master, he thought, do not leave me too long with this creature! I shall die if you forget me.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Still moving inside him, Rahmad bent to kiss his cheek and saw his tears. "You cry now because you fear me and want him," he said, "but you will see. You will see." **** Gods, I have behaved like a drunken boor, and done too much, too quickly, thought Rahmad. For once, Senesret surprised him, and when the exchange was complete he had found not a nobleman but a lovely and exotic akesh awaiting him as his hostage. So the prince cannot find a single free man to stand surety for him, he thought. I am surprised the slave even offered. Clearly, Senesret had not urged the young man to do it, for his reaction was one of intense displeasure. This Rahmad could understand, as the akesh obviously had good breeding along with ample beauty. It was enough to complicate matters, and fire a man's loins. Even then, Rahmad might have held back. The young man was a hostage, not a plaything to be taken without consideration. Flush with the day's victory, exhausted from battle and negotiations with the defeated Juvans, and having drunk too much of the local date wine, he wanted a partner and was too lazy and impatient to make a formal request of the lord of Atrija. That foolish prince chose to give me a slave.. I do not have to ask his permission to make love to an akesh freely given. Rahmad had meant only to look at Tanariq, exchange a few words with him, and send him untouched back to his quarters. Seduction would have come later, after the triumph

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce in the safety of Tajhaan, where time, luxury, and gentle treatment might prevail. From the moment the young man drew back from him, he knew it was wrong, and too soon, but by then it was too late. Tanariq was beside him, half-naked and delectable—and not at all prepared to be taken. The royal akeshi always oiled themselves to ease the way, in case Rahmad's own hasty preparations were not quite enough. That night, they had not been. He had no desire to repulse a lover, or cause pain, yet in his eagerness he realized he had done both. Now, sober and abashed, Rahmad realized that the young man, loyal to his master, was homesick and afraid of what awaited him in Tajhaan. One afternoon, as they rested in the worst of the afternoon heat, he sent for the eunuch into whose care Tanariq had been given and delicately inquired about the young man's health. "I realize that the desert is no place for an akesh," he said. "Tell me, how has our hostage fared since leaving Atrija?" The eunuch mopped his brow with a silken cloth that had seen better use. "He is despondent, my lord, and uncomfortable in the heat, of course, but it will pass. I assure you, he will give no trouble." "Is he in any other discomfort?" "Not that I have noticed, my lord." While the information was useful, it was not what Rahmad truly wished to know. Had the man been one of the harem eunuchs, he would have been far more observant. Yet, as the High Prince had not brought any of his akeshi along on 21 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce campaign, the arrangements made for Tanariq were not entirely suitable. That will change, thought Rahmad. Once we reach Tajhaan, he will have all he needs, and he will see that we are not such savages as he believes. Several more days, however, remained before they would reach that destination, and Rahmad grew increasingly uncomfortable at the thought of his hostage languishing on the back of a camel with only an incompetent eunuch for company. That night, when they stopped to make camp in the oasis of Saifa, Rahmad would invite Tanariq to his tent for a good meal and bath in his copper tub; the latter was a luxury the young man would not be able to enjoy elsewhere in the camp. Afterward, Rahmad would be gentle, offering wine cooled in the oasis spring and such delicacies as could be had in the middle of the desert. His words would be kinder than they had been that disastrous night, his touch more considerate, and perhaps it would not be too late to undo what damage his haste had already done.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Chapter Two

Built on three hills surrounding a manmade lake, Tajhaan's lime-washed buildings gleamed white against the olive groves, wheat and barley fields, and meandering river that cut a thin, fertile line through the desert. Blue-tiled domes and hanging gardens lent color to the city, but Tamet could not relax enough to appreciate their beauty. From behind the latticed screen of his room, all he could see of the Tajhaani capital was a portion of the broad avenue known as the Street of Processions, where the populace was already gathering to cheer the High Prince's triumph. "You have nothing to fear," said Hunero, the chief eunuch who had come from the palace to prepare him for the procession. "My lord has already given his word about this. Guards will accompany you, and we will dress you so the crowd knows you are no ordinary prisoner. You will come to no harm, and your pride will soon recover." The eunuch need not have spoken at all. Tamet had known before leaving Atrija that today he would not be physically abused or executed, but the prospect of his public humiliation sat heavily in his belly until he felt almost too sick to get out of bed. Hunero gave him a knowing smile and instructed the servants to lay out a light breakfast of flat bread, mashed chickpeas, and diluted wine. Other servants prepared a bath with scented oil, lavishing upon Tamet the same care they might offer a prince. Certainly the garments and jewels they

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce brought were finer than anything he owned: pleated white silk over a sleeveless shift that flowed around his limbs like liquid gold, gilded sandals, and jewelry set with precious stones. A slave painted his eyes in the Juvan style, and set upon his head a wig as glossy and fine as any Senesret might wear. When the servants were done, Tamet let Hunero take him by the arm and lead him to the looking glass. "Ah, truly, Tanariq, you look like a prince," said the eunuch. Only once before had such care been taken with his appearance, and that was on the day the king had presented him to Senesret. On that evening, newly arrived in the palace from the finishing school where elite pleasure slaves learned their art, Tamet had not known what to expect, had known nothing about his prospective owner except that he was one of the king's many sons, but Senesret had been kind, thanking his father and publicly kissing Tamet on the cheek before taking his hand and leading him away like a brother. Their first night together, while awkward, had not been unpleasant, and Tamet soon grew to enjoy life as a pampered concubine in Senesret's household. The memory threatened to bring fresh tears to his eyes and ruin the slave's careful painting, so Tamet did his best to smile and put on the brave face he knew Senesret would have wanted. "My name is Tametenofret," he insisted. Hunero frowned. "I understand your reluctance to accept our customs, but you are no longer in Juva and it is the High Prince's pleasure that you be called Tanariq. It is as close as 24 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce your name as we can approximate, so you should look upon it as an honor rather than an insult. Now walk a bit in the sandals before you go down, to get used to them. It is three miles from the outermost gate to the palace, and you will have to go on foot the entire way." Despite the circumstances which brought them together, Tamet found Hunero a better companion than the nervous eunuch who had accompanied him from Atrija. When he was able to relax and not dwell on his coming ordeal, for the first time he began to believe that his lot might actually be bearable. Downstairs, Tamet was confronted by two guards in ceremonial armor. One held out a pair of gleaming manacles. Unable to speak Juvan, the man gestured to Tamet's wrists and grunted something unintelligible before finally appealing to Hunero. "Tanariq," said Hunero, "these men will accompany you as you walk behind the High Prince's chariot. They say it is time to put the chains on you. It will only be the wrists, and these are not heavy, only for show." As the guard fastened the manacles around his wrists, Tamet glanced away, studying the archway, the ground, even the servants moving in and out of the courtyard with their burdens—anything to avoid looking at the chains—until he met the eyes of a man he recognized as an officer who had been seized with Senesret. Dressed in his battered armor, his dark skin gray with exhaustion, the lieutenant stooped under the weight of his iron collar. More chains linked his wrists and ankles. 25 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce The man, whose name Tamet could not recall, held his gaze for a moment, long enough to nod his acknowledgement, before looking away. Behind him, also in chains, stood other prisoners, common soldiers and officers who would walk in the triumph and die when it was over. "You will not go with them, Tanariq. Do not trouble yourself with their fate, as it will only make you unhappy, and make this afternoon more difficult to bear," said Hunero, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Come this way now." In a second courtyard, officers and noblemen in festive raiment milled about, socializing while barking orders at the grooms assigned to handle their horses. As the eunuch led him into the courtyard, Tamet heard as well as felt the collective pause. Quickly, he lowered his eyes and hurried after Hunero, not seeing the chariot before him until he was nearly upon it. Not even Senesret rode in such a splendid vehicle, its light frame leafed in gold until it gleamed like the sun. Thick crimson tassels danced from the bridles of the matched white horses that would pull it. "You will walk three paces behind," said Hunero. "Your guards will walk alongside you to keep you in step." Tamet stared at the floor of the chariot, padded with a small rug. "I will not be chained to it?" Hunero gave a small laugh. "You are not a criminal. No, it is as Rajif told you: the chains are merely for show. The people wish to see that Juva has been conquered, and so we will show them."

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce But Juva has not been conquered; its armies have only been driven back across the border. Nevertheless, when he would have corrected the eunuch, Tamet bit back his words, for it was not only Hunero who failed to make the distinction. Rahmad had uttered the same words in bed: Tonight I have conquered Juva, and tasted its sweetness. Tamet could not erase from his mind that first night, or the two others he had spent with the prince in his tent as they crossed the desert from Atrija to Tajhaan, not when Rahmad alternately repelled and fascinated him. The High Prince had apologized for his rough behavior in Atrija, yet even without words, Tamet would have understood that Rahmad meant to be gentle. Those two nights in the desert had been spent in conversation, sharing food and caresses, not sex, but Tamet could not swallow his apprehension or the fresh pain of homesickness long enough to find intimacy with the prince anything other than an ordeal. At last, the High Prince came out, resplendent in gilt and leather armor, with a crimson cloak flaring behind him. As he approached, Tamet lowered his eyes and did not raise them even when Rahmad gave him leave. He felt the prince's jeweled fingers graze his cheek. "Tanariq, you make a better-looking prince than the one I let go," murmured Rahmad. "We shall see each other again soon, and you will find that meeting more pleasant than this." Then he was gone, climbing into the back of his chariot beside the driver and shade bearer, and Tamet trembled, both at the unexpected compliment and in anticipation of the ordeal to come. 27 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce The two guards took their places alongside him, and Hunero bent to whisper some last words of advice in his ear. "I know you are afraid, but you must lift your head when you walk. Look at the horizon or even the High Prince's back, but do not look at the ground. The crowd wishes to see your courage, and you must show it to them no matter how frightened you are." "I thought they wished to mock me." "They will do that with the others," said Hunero. "To their eyes, you are a young nobleman who has taken Prince Senesret's place, so they expect you to act the part. Show no fear, and they will be gentle with you." For late summer, the day was not as hot as it might have been. Because the street was paved, Tamet did not have to endure choking clouds of dust, but the flagstones felt hard under his feet and the procession moved at an agonizingly slow pace to provide the crowd with ample opportunity to view their prince and the spoils he had brought back with him. Tamet concentrated on walking, keeping the correct pace while breathing steadily to maintain his courage. He heeded Hunero's advice and looked straight ahead, focusing on Rahmad's broad back, gilt-edged red cloak, and nothing else. His choice, however, led to other, less soothing thoughts, for the prince's touch and words suggested he would not sleep alone that night. Tamet clenched his teeth and willed himself to think instead about the foot massage Hunero had promised him at the end of his ordeal. 28 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Where he had not expected such comfort, his two guards provided a reassuring presence that helped block out the jeers from the rear of the procession. Even though the noise was not meant for him, he cringed to hear it. Perhaps to keep him from turning his head, Hunero had already described the scene being played out behind him: the other prisoners, herded en masse, had to endure a barrage of insults and garbage from the crowd that only ceased when the procession entered a large central plaza. The chariot stopped before an imposing building with red pillars. As the High Prince stepped out, Tamet felt one of the guards touch his shoulder and lightly prod him in the direction of the other prisoners, who were being corralled into neat rows before the steps and beaten about the shoulders and legs until they fell to their knees. The crowd roared in appreciation. At a signal, Tamet dropped down as gracefully as his chains and flowing robe would allow and knelt on the hard pavement in front of the others. As the guard withdrew to the side, Tamet sensed another man take position behind him; from the periphery of his vision, he saw it was an executioner holding a garrote. Tamet swallowed, trying very hard not to show his growing fear. He swore he would not kill me. A royal hostage is not supposed to be executed like this. Then again, the Tajhaani were known liars and savages, and the High Prince had no reason to keep a mere pleasure slave alive once his lust was sated.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce When the garrote slipped around his neck, he wanted to bolt, to cry out that he was to be spared, but forced himself to remain silent and kneeling. Closing his eyes, he tried to forget all the grisly details about strangulation that he had ever heard and let his only thought be dying bravely. At least this way my prince will not have to worry about buying me back, and I will not have to think about going to that man's bed again. A shadow fell across him. "Tanariq," said a voice. Rahmad stood before him, his hand outstretched, beckoning. Oh, gods, he means to let me live. He is not yet done with me. A more defiant man might have refused and insisted on death, but Tamet forgot his disappointment in his relief at hearing the foreign name he considered so uncouth. He seized the prince's hand as swiftly as propriety allowed, felt the garrote withdraw and his chains fall free when a guard unlocked them. Though his sore knees protested, he let Rahmad draw him to his feet and lead him out of the plaza, up the stairs that led into the shadows between the red pillars. "Do not look behind you, Tanariq," Rahmad said gently. "There will only be pain if you do." Tamet had no need to be told, for in the howling applause of the crowd behind him he knew what horror he would have seen. ****

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce The rhythmic patter of rain outside and the soft glow of the brass oil lamps soothed a mind worn by too many concerns, lulling the High Prince toward thoughts of pleasure. His wives, having enjoyed his attentions the last three nights, did not enter Rahmad's mind as he mulled over possible partners, for though all were beautiful and obedient, he did not wish to endure the ceremony that always attended him whenever he entered the harem. Fathering children should not require such fanfare, not when he had already sired half a dozen sons and as many daughters. I do not desire a woman tonight. This eliminated two akeshi from his mental list, leaving him with three names. Saril makes too much noise in bed, Penthé is not quite what I desire tonight, and the eunuchs tell me that Jahan is unwell. Rahmad sighed and gazed over the quilted edge of the divan to the latticework screen, through which he could smell the rain falling in his private garden. Perhaps I shall have to take a woman after all. A fourth name then came to mind. With a smile, Rahmad remembered that he had not called upon the young man since the evening of his triumph, and then, mindful of Tanariq's strained nerves, had given him a place of honor among his guests but had not touched him. A hostage has the honor of his host's company. He has been left alone long enough, and he has yet to learn that I mean him no harm. Summoning a eunuch, he gave the man instructions and sent him to the akeshi quarters. Other servants moved in and out of the room, bringing wine and scented water, while Rahmad lounged on the divan, picking over the delicacies on 31 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce the tray before him, and waited for the vizier of the bedchamber to appear with the partner he had requested. Tanariq entered, wearing a robe of pleated amber silk that flowed like honey against his body, and the simple gold necklace that Rahmad had given to him after the triumph. At a signal, he came forward and knelt at the edge of the carpet as the vizier and servants withdrew. The door closed, leaving prince and bed slave alone in the dimly lit room. "You look well," said Rahmad, speaking Juvan. Now that his hair had begun to grow out, Tanariq's appearance had improved from when he first arrived. Hunero also reported that he did as he was told and caused no trouble. "Come and sit beside me. I have not seen you in some time." Tanariq climbed onto the divan, but did not raise his eyes until given permission. "What is your pleasure, sir?" he asked softly. Whether he realized it or not, under the graceful gestures and words, his reluctance still showed. Rahmad picked up a goblet of chilled wine one of the servants had left and offered it to Tanariq, who politely refused. "It occurred to me that I have never asked what talents you possess. My other akeshi dance and play music. Do they do such things in your land?" "Yes, but you would not like our songs or dances," replied Tanariq. "Have you ever heard me say so?" Tanariq dropped his gaze again. "No, sir, but you have never asked me to do anything but demonstrate the arts of love."

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce So he thinks I am a desert savage who is only capable of fucking him senseless. We will see about that. Rahmad was grateful that Tanariq was much older than the prepubescent akeshi the Juvans seemed to prefer. Taking him as such would have been like bedding one of his own sons, and thus too indecent a thought to contemplate. "Ah, but that is not true," he said, laughing. "I have only lain with you once. The other times, I merely wished to enjoy your company. I am certain you have other talents, and you should not assume to know what pleases me. Here in Tajhaan, a prince's akeshi always come from the ranks of the nobility, from families who offer their younger sons to prestigious schools, or meet misfortune at the hands of their rivals. I am sure it is similar with akeshi in Juva as well, and that you also come from a good family, since I made it clear to Prince Senesret that I would not take a peasant or menial laborer in his place." When Tanariq clasped his hands tightly in his lap and looked away, Rahmad realized he had broached a delicate subject, though at the moment he could not determine if it was the mention of his family or Senesret that caused his reaction. "My parents were wellborn," murmured Tanariq, "but I left them a long time ago and could not tell you anything more. I had good training, and was fortunate to have a kind master." "Your master was a boy," said Rahmad. "He could not possibly have pleased you." "That does not matter. I am there for his pleasure." "No, you are here for mine." 33 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Tanariq's lips parted as though he would speak, but no sound came out. His embarrassment was a palpable thing, and for a moment Rahmad felt pity for him. "If you wish to say something," he said, "speak to me in Tajhaani. A hostage should honor his host by learning the language, even if he is a slave. I know you have been taking lessons." To emphasize his point, Rahmad switched back to his own tongue. "As for your former master, Senesret is a boy. I witnessed enough of his ineptness on the battlefield and his foolish pride as my captive to know how spoiled he is. He cannot possibly know anything about sex beyond pleasing himself. A lovely youth like you needs a man to make love to him." Tanariq's face and neck reddened with a delectable blush, though Rahmad knew his reaction was unintentional. Akeshi were too well schooled to display such emotion. "Sir, I will say no ill of him," he answered, stumbling over the Tajhaani words. Rahmad nodded. "You think my conversation is impertinent, even crude. Of course, I do not expect a wellbred akesh to tell tales about his other partners even if they are my enemies, but it is clear that you still pine for him. Was he your first? You can answer that question." "Yes, sir," said Tanariq, swallowing hard. "I was a gift from the king." "I thought as much. Menmose has good taste, if not always good judgment." Leaning forward, Rahmad slid his arms around Tanariq's waist. "You pull away from me still,"

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce he murmured, dusting his lips over the young man's cheek. "Do you think I will be rough with you?" "You are—" "Do not honey your words, Tanariq. Here in the desert, we honor the truth and shun the lie." Rahmad kissed him soundly, letting him feel the heat of his tongue before continuing, "My wives and other akeshi enjoy my lovemaking, so I know I am not a complete brute in bed. If I were not your enemy, you would enjoy it also. You still might, perhaps. I was too hasty that first time. I should have waited." Drawing his hands up Tanariq's arms, lingering over the smooth flesh, he found the ivory clasps that closed the young man's garment and undid them. As his mouth trailed kisses down the column of Tanariq's throat, he drew the silk away so he might touch the warm skin underneath. "Lie back," he said. Now naked to the waist, Tanariq did as he was told and lay back among the cushions. "You do not want me on my belly?" Later, thought Rahmad, when you beg me for it. "I did not summon you here so I could rut upon you and send you away. We have all night to make love." Tanariq looked up in confusion. "I thought you wanted pleasure from me, sir." "And I am going to have it." Rahmad stretched out alongside him. With one hand, he brushed Tanariq's hip, pushing the silk down his thighs until it pooled at the edge of the divan. "But first I am going to touch you, and keep touching you until you cry out with desire."

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Now Tanariq wore only a tiny loincloth and the golden collar. In the flush that crept along his throat and breast, he clearly knew that he was naked and was abashed. Rahmad found it a curious response for an akesh, yet all the more proof that Senesret had no idea how to seduce a beautiful slave. "After tonight," he said, leaning in for a kiss, "you will not pull away from me again." With this, Rahmad deepened the kiss, savoring the heat of Tanariq's mouth while caressing the young man's back and buttocks. When he is not so afraid of me, I will have him show me what else they taught him in Juva. For now, his caresses achieved the desired effect as Tanariq gradually began to relax in his arms. As he nuzzled the curve of Tanariq's throat, Rahmad moved his right hand along his partner's waist and up his chest until he found the nipple he sought. He rubbed it with his thumb, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure until he heard Tanariq gasp. "Ah, so you like this. Did Senesret do this with you, or am I the first?" he asked. Tanariq did not speak, and Rahmad did not press him, knowing he would have an answer soon enough. Stopping only to kiss the hollow of Tanariq's throat, Rahmad let his tongue paint lazy circles around one nipple, something he liked to do with his virgin brides, who had no idea that such a pleasure even existed until he showed them. He slowly narrowed the circle, sucking and flicking the taut bud with the tip of his tongue, and was rewarded with a moan. A hand

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce tentatively touched his hair, cupping the back of his head to draw him closer. "Sir, you are taking so much trouble with me," said Tanariq. "You must let me do something for you." "I am doing precisely what I wish to do, as it pleases me. All that is required is for you to lie there and enjoy being fucked." In truth, Rahmad was hard enough to take him then, but he had given his word to lavish attention on his lover, and he was not yet done. He licked and sucked the other nipple erect before sitting up to remove his robe. Tanariq sprawled across the cushions, his eyes half-closed, his nipples hard and glistening with moisture; it was a delectable sight. Letting his gaze move from Tanariq's parted lips down his body, Rahmad took in the little scrap of fabric covering his lover's thighs. It was barely enough for decency, and through the white silk he could see the outline of an erect cock. The sight brought a smile to his lips. Let him protest my touching him for propriety's sake, he thought, but in bed it is a different matter. With just the tip of his forefinger, he grazed the cock through the silk barrier, just enough to make Tanariq gasp. "Do you like this?" As Tanariq nodded, Rahmad found the ties that held his loincloth in place, undid them, and peeled the silk from his thighs ever so slowly to reveal the treasure hidden within. From some source he could not now recall, he had heard that Juvans circumcised their boys, and in the slender cock that bobbed up before him, he saw that it was true.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Almost at once, Tanariq reached between his thighs with a hand that told Rahmad that he was accustomed to having to provide his own pleasure in bed. Rahmad grasped his wrist, stopping him. "I did not give you permission to touch yourself," he said. Beside the divan, the servants had left a finger bowl of oil along with the water and linens. As he kissed Tanariq into submission, Rahmad reached across to moisten two fingers. "Spread your legs for me," he said, slipping his tongue once again into Tanariq's mouth. With his fingers, Rahmad stroked the soft, inner flesh of the young man's thighs, avoiding Tanariq's erect cock as he sought out the sensitive skin behind his balls. His fingertips moved back and forth across Tanariq's perineum, reaching for his entrance and making him squirm. A boy like Senesret knows nothing of such pleasures. The thought that he was the first made Rahmad smile into the kiss he shared with Tanariq as he carefully inserted a finger, breaching the ring of muscle to delve into the tight heat beyond. On each of his three wedding nights, Rahmad had done something similar with his brides, toying with the wetness between their thighs, rubbing the pearls they had not even known they possessed, until they trembled in his arms. That women had such buttons of desire pleased him, but it surprised him to learn from his male concubines that men had them also, buried deep in their bodies. Tanariq writhed at the finger inside him, and began to ride it like a miniature cock until Rahmad stopped him. "Little lotus, you are forgetting who is the master here." He 38 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce withdrew his finger, sliding it along the hot length of Tanariq's cock to the tip, where he rubbed the slit as Tanariq moaned. "Do you want your pleasure now, or after I ride you? Both ways, you will enjoy it." "Do as you wish," gasped Tanariq. Rahmad laughed at his struggle to maintain self control. "No, it will be as you wish, but you will have to ask for it." "It does not matter, as long as I—" "As long as you what, my lotus?" asked Rahmad. He continued the light stimulation, stroking Tanariq's cock until he elicited a loud groan and the answer he sought. Tanariq panted and clutched at him. "Now," he cried, "do it now. Let me come, please." Laughing, Rahmad ceased the stimulation and kissed his cheek. "I appreciate your manners." But when Tanariq started to roll over onto his belly, Rahmad stopped him, positioning the young man on his side so he could continue to kiss and caress him as they made love. Right away, he saw Tanariq did not know how to maneuver in this position, and it was only after an awkward start that they achieved the rhythm Rahmad desired. For a moment, Rahmad wondered how Senesret rode his concubine. Only a man mounted from the top or rear, and the prince had not seemed the type to expend the effort. Then again, perhaps his couch was the only place where he knew how to display his mastery. Such men who dominated their women and slaves in the bedchamber were often cowards on the battlefield, and not much good for anything else.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce But no, in the unrehearsed responses Tanariq gave, Rahmad saw that he was not accustomed to such intense lovemaking. Trapped between the body riding him from behind and the hand stroking him in front, the young man did not last long, moaning and spilling his seed the moment Rahmad gave him permission. Rahmad held him close as he shuddered, but the hot muscles clenching around his cock quickly drove him to his own climax. Groaning, he nuzzled Tanariq's neck, panting against the young man's warm, moist skin, and dropped soft kisses along his throat and shoulder as he felt his breath return. Afterward, he reached for the linens and bathed his lover with the jasmine scented water left by the servants. Clearly puzzled by the gesture, Tanariq lifted his hand to take the cloth and do what he assumed was his duty, but Rahmad merely smiled and shook his head. After his passion was sated, he did not mind extending his attention to a partner who pleased him. "You are very kind," said Tanariq, "but you should not take so much care. My master will soon send for me, and then I will have to leave you." Rahmad tossed the linen aside and lay down beside Tanariq, lightly brushing his cheek with his knuckles. "You have deserved a little spoiling," he said, "but as for the other, we will discuss the matter when the time comes." From the very moment he had seen the hostage who would take Senesret's place, he had known his enemy was a man without honor, for no Tajhaani prince ever would have 40 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce allowed another man to look upon his concubines, much less touch them. He will not send for you, and when you understand, you will curse him, not knowing how kind the gods have been to you. What Rahmad knew, however, he had not the heart to say aloud, and so he let the matter pass.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Chapter Three

Once he learned enough of the language to communicate his basic needs and engage in conversation, Tamet found Tajhaan a pleasant enough place. Large and lavishly appointed, the palace boasted gardens and an artificial lake not unlike the one beside which Senesret had his house, while the bazaar that occupied the plaza in the outermost court catered to refined tastes seeking silks, perfume, jewels and even exotic pets. The royal pleasure slaves, otherwise confined to their quarters, were permitted chaperoned excursions to the bazaar to purchase luxuries for themselves, but as a hostage Tamet was not allowed this privilege. Anything he needed, the harem eunuchs provided. The three young men with whom he shared the akeshi quarters took his confinement as a sign of royal displeasure. "He hardly calls you to his bed," said one, a youth with a deceptively sweet face. "It is no wonder. With your shorn head, you are not even pretty." Hunero chastised the akeshi for their lack of manners. "Tanariq is a royal hostage, not a plaything. Mind your tongues, all of you, lest I inform the High Prince that you are being troublesome and not fit for his bed." Tamet rarely spoke in his own defense. Although he had been Senesret's only bed slave, everyone knew that concubines and even wives died through rivalries and harem intrigues. Following such advice as his tutors gave seemed all the more prudent here in a foreign land.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce "Pay the others no mind," said Hunero, when they were alone. "They are jealous because you do not have to work for the comforts you receive. They are ignorant of what goes on outside these walls, and even here they are not as wise as they ought to be." "It would have been nice to be able to walk in the gardens, or sail on the lake," said Tamet. As the spring days lengthened and grew warmer, he would have accompanied Senesret as the prince went duck hunting in the marshlands near Kebet, hosted parties in his modest house, or sailed on the barge he often borrowed from his father. In Juva, a prince's concubines were not as sequestered as they were in Tajhaan, and Tamet had been able to come and go as he pleased. With fair weather beckoning, Tamet felt as stifled by the confines of the akeshi quarters as by the stagnant desert air. What is Senesret doing now? Does he ever think of me? he wondered, gazing at the latticed screens through which daylight streamed. Having few other pastimes, Tamet often spent his afternoons daydreaming of his life in Juva, clinging to his memories and hopes for an early release. Surely it would not be long before Senesret sent for him. In his mind, he played out scenarios that made him smile. Senesret would embrace and kiss him, whispering endearments to make up for the rough language and caresses Tamet had endured in the High Prince's bed. There would be gifts and flowers, feasts and praise, and for all eternity he would be remembered as the devoted concubine who saved his master from disgrace at the hands of the enemy. For now, 43 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce however, he had to endure, no matter how difficult he found it. Hunero smiled at his complaint, yet could offer little else. "The gardens here in the akeshi quarters are sufficient for exercise, and as for sailing on the lake, not even the High Prince's wives accompany him on his barge, on the rare occasions when he uses it." Tamet trusted the eunuch enough to ask for the small things he wanted, including dishes not served in Tajhaan, yet never told him that his visits to the High Prince sometimes involved sex. Had his responses to Rahmad's caresses not embarrassed him, had he not been so wanton and thus disloyal to Senesret, he might have confided in Hunero. The eunuch's friendship was one of the few comforts which made life in Tajhaan pleasant. I am nothing better than a whore. Aghast by low he had fallen, in the privacy of his chamber Tamet covered his eyes and wept quietly, for in his shame he realized he was not entirely sorry for enjoying Rahmad's touch. Even now, his treachery continued. Once he spent his grief, Tamet could not help but replay those nights of lovemaking in his imagination, fingering himself and stroking his cock as though Rahmad was in the room with him. Closing his eyes to heighten the fantasy, he wondered why Senesret never touched him like that. The High Prince should not spend so much effort trying to please me, he thought. Still rubbing his cock, increasing the tempo as he built toward his climax, Tamet let his other hand

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce slide up his bare chest to play with his nipples. It will be so much harder now to go home. No matter what Rahmad might say, the prince was playing some perverse game with him, toying with his affections through his skillful caresses. Tamet bit down on his lower lip to stifle his groans as he came. Game or not, whenever Rahmad took him in his arms, he did not protest. He returned his lover's kisses with equal ardor, cried out with desire when taken, and demurred only once, when the High Prince slid a heavy golden bracelet onto his wrist. "Golden lotuses, for one as beautiful as they," said Rahmad, smiling. Tamet touched the floating lotuses engraved in the gold. Senesret had sometimes given him jewels and other trinkets, but no other had ever been permitted to do so. "It is beautiful, sir, but I cannot take it with me when I go." Rahmad gave him a strange look that might have been a sign of displeasure, but a moment later laughed and instructed him to keep the gift. "You have not yet been called back to Juva. I see no reason to withhold a present because of it. Is there anything else you desire?" I want to go outside. I want to believe I am still in Juva, or free, if only for a few hours. "No, sir. I have all I need." Tamet wore the armlet when the eunuchs escorted him back to his quarters, where the other akeshi saw it. Right away, they narrowed their eyes at this proof of the High Prince's favor, and Jahan, the innocent-looking beauty who mocked him for being neglected, was obliged to change tactics. 45 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce "You will have to tell us what you do with him to earn such pretty trinkets," he said, half sneering. "You Juvans must know some strange sex tricks." As Tamet held his tongue against this crude teasing, Saril, a lissome youth with huge, dark eyes, sidled up to him. "Perhaps you would let me borrow the bracelet?" Early on, Hunero had warned him against such games, so Tamet knew that if he complied and Rahmad later saw Saril wearing the bracelet, not only would Saril own the ornament, but the prince would assume that Tamet had scorned his gift. When Saril inquired, Tamet had a ready answer for him. "You already have so many beautiful jewels that this is poor in comparison," he said. "I could only lend this to you if you would lend me that lovely turquoise necklace he gave you, but I know you would never part with anything you received from the prince." After this, the akeshi left him alone on the subject of the bracelet, but they did not warm toward him. Once again, this provided a sharp contrast to Juva, where he had made many friends among the other concubines at court. Everyone in Tajhaan, from the wives to the pleasure slaves to some of the eunuchs themselves, seemed to be at odds with each other. In his quiet moments, Tamet tried not to dwell on how much happier he would be if he could live alone, for Hunero had already made it clear that he must stay where he was. "If you were not an akesh," said the eunuch, "it would be different, but since you are both a pleasure slave and a royal hostage, this is truly the safest place for you."

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Judging from the tone of the intrigue that surrounded him, Tamet hardly thought so. He knew there were royal pleasure slaves who enjoyed a privileged status and dwelt apart, but he dared not presume to ask favors of the High Prince when it was already hard enough to receive gifts from him. **** "Can you read, Tanariq?" Tanariq frowned as he knelt on the carpet at Rahmad's feet. "Only a little, sir, but not in Tajhaani," he replied. From the little inlaid table beside him, Rahmad picked up a sheet of papyrus. "This letter is written in your tongue," he said. "You are wellborn. Were you not taught how to read or write?" The young man shook his head. "I was only a boy when I was sold, no more than seven or eight, so I did not have much schooling," he answered. "I did not know you could read Juvan, sir." Rahmad made no reply, for he knew that engaging in small talk would only make what he had to say more difficult to bear. "I do not typically discuss politics with akeshi, but you are also a royal hostage and this concerns you, so I am making an exception. I have written to your king about several matters, including a peace treaty between our two peoples. In my last letter, I mentioned your name and told Menmose how admirably you have behaved." Tanariq bowed deeply. "Thank you, sir, but I do not deserve such a compliment."

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce At any other time, Rahmad would have indulged his modest reply by smiling and making a friendly jest, but the matter was too grave for such things. "Unfortunately," he said, "Menmose cannot recall the hostage who took his son's place. When I reminded him, he wrote back and stated that at this moment he has no plans to bring you back to Juva." The color visibly drained from Tanariq's face. "I do not belong to the king, sir, but to Senesret. I know he will want me back." Such was the young man's conviction, that Rahmad set the papyrus aside and reached down to stroke his cheek. "Tanariq," he said, "I see no reason to honey my words, because it will not soften the blow. My ambassador to Juva tells me that Senesret has already taken a new akesh. Even though he was defeated, his father gave him many gifts on his return. Among them was a new boy. You may be loyal to him, but he has forgotten you." Tanariq stared at the letter. Moisture shone in his eyes, and his lower lip began to quiver. "It was the king who gave him the boy," he said. "It means nothing." "Menmose may have given the gift, but Senesret did not refuse as any honorable man would have done under such circumstances," said Rahmad. "In fact, I am told he is quite pleased with the boy." "That cannot be true." Rahmad watched him for a moment, nodding in sympathy at the young man's attempts to maintain his composure. "I have told you more than once that the men of the desert do not tell falsehoods," he said. "I have no reason to tell you 48 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce tales, or cause you pain. Neither Menmose nor Senesret have any intention of sending for you. If you wish, I will read verbatim what they have said." Tanariq shook his head fiercely. "You are only saying this because you want me to stay." "Why should I need to lie to you when there are far easier ways to ensure you remain at my side?" asked Rahmad. "Had I wished, I could have simply bought you from Senesret, but I knew from the beginning that that would not be necessary. I knew he would not be man enough to reclaim you, but that he would simply follow the easier path and forget you." "He has not forgotten me." At any other time, Rahmad would have reprimanded Tanariq for his lack of propriety, but he could see the young man's heart was clearly breaking; manners meant nothing in the face of such grief. "It is a terrible thing to give your love and loyalty to one who does not deserve it," he said. "From the moment I saw him, and then you, I knew what would happen. He is a spoiled child, not a man, and when he asked for a volunteer, his other followers knew all too well how their sacrifice would be repaid. That is why you were the only one who offered to take his place. Why his father let him lead an army, I do not know. Perhaps Menmose wished to make a man of him, but if that was his intention, he has failed." Rising from his seat, he bent down, took Tanariq by the shoulders, and raised him to his feet to take him in his arms like a child. "It is all right to grieve, even to weep," he said. "I will not think less of you for it. You have been loyal to him, 49 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce and brave, where lesser servants would have cowered in fear. Such courage and loyalty should be honored, not cast aside." "How could he do such a thing?" Rahmad stroked his hair. "Because he is a coward and a fool," he answered. "Forget him, and serve those who know your worth." His eyes damp with tears that smudged his kohl, Tanariq drew back. "You want me to stay here?" "I should not have to explain that in Tajhaan, we treat hostages with great honor." Rahmad ignored the dark smudges on his gold-shot tunic, but bent forward to kiss Tanariq's forehead. "You are no longer a hostage, of course, but you are still my guest, and I will not have you treated thus." **** Heavy with grief, Tamet lay on his bed, surrounded by the lovely furnishings and things the High Prince had given him, and wept silently for the master who did not want him. There would be no embraces or kisses, no feasts or praise. Senesret had a new boy, and no thought for the one he had left behind. How could I have been so stupid, offering myself for him? Tamet pressed his hand to his mouth to try to contain his sobs, but in the end the effort proved too much, and he wept unabashedly. How could the gods let him do such a thing, and let me suffer? The akeshi and eunuchs let him be, but toward evening Hunero came to visit him in his room.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce "You do not want your supper?" The eunuch studied the untouched tray, then sat down on the edge of the bed beside Tamet. "I know you are unhappy, but truly, you must admit that it is better this way. Now you will be able to stay here with a prince who knows how to honor those who are loyal." Tamet stared at the flickering shadows above his head. Hunero had brought a lamp, which was now the only source of light in the room. "You do not understand. He asks me to stay, yet he knows I am not loyal to him." "That does not matter," said Hunero. "In fact, it is a good thing. Had you betrayed your master, the High Prince would have thought poorly of you and never given you such beautiful gifts, or treated you with such kindness. Now you are his by default. In time, you will forget your pain and learn to love him. It will not be so bad." Tamet shifted onto his side, resting his cheek on the pillow. Upon returning to his chamber, and ashamed at how he had ruined Rahmad's expensive garment, he had scrubbed the streaked kohl from his face. "What did I do to displease my master that he would leave me like this? I was always obedient and cheerful, the way he wanted me to be." Hunero stroked his hand. "I know the High Prince has explained this to you, but I will tell you again. Senesret is a spoiled and immature boy who does not deserve to have such a loyal servant. You did not do anything wrong, Tanariq, and the High Prince knows that. Of course, you do not think so now, but you are much better staying here with him." Another eunuch came in with a sleeping draught, which Hunero pressed upon him, along with a few morsels of flat 51 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce bread and hummus to settle his stomach. Even with the potion, Tamet slept poorly, and spent the following day dazed and miserable, curled up in a corner of the common room with one of the harem cats on his lap as he stared at the wall. The other akeshi, left him alone; when they did address him, their manners were subdued, as if they had been warned not to bother him, and threatened with dire consequences if they disobeyed. At sunset, just as Hunero persuaded him to take a little supper, a messenger arrived with a summons. "The High Prince wishes you to attend him," said the eunuch, "but he has also specified that you are to wear Juvan garments and be prepared to attend visitors." "Why does he want to see me?" mumbled Tamet. Hunero chided him. "It is not your place to ask, and you have little enough time to prepare as it is." Tamet ate a little to soothe his nerves, and let the servants bathe him and dress him in the pleated gold robe and jeweled collar he had worn for the triumph. Hunero slid the lotus bracelet onto his wrist as he sat still for the slave painting his eyes, yet because his hair had grown to the point where his short curls could be styled into a becoming fashion he did not wear a wig. "One last thing," said Hunero. "I have instructions that you are not to speak to anyone unless the High Prince directs you to do so. Do not ask me why. It is not my place to ask questions, only to pass on the master's orders." Senesret often hosted suppers or other entertainments to which Tamet had been invited, yet never under such 52 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce restrictions. Beyond his growing apprehension, thoughts of his wayward master brought renewed pain, however, and Tamet tried to push them from his mind as he followed his eunuch-chaperone out of his akesh quarters. To his surprise and consternation, the eunuch did not lead him to the High Prince's private apartments, but one level below. Heavy glass lamps illuminated a chamber furnished with lavish couches around a table set for a banquet. Tamet saw the prince, resplendent in gold and white brocade, on one of the couches, talking to several men. Most guests were Tajhaani nobles, but among them Tamet was surprised to see three richly dressed Juvans. One turned and saw him standing in the doorway, yet looked away again without acknowledging him. Mystified and hurt by the slight, Tamet did not know what to do or say until his chaperone directed him to the couch next to the High Prince. Rahmad paused in his conversation long enough to meet his eyes and nod his approval before turning back to his guests. Tamet, taking his place on the silk couch, gazed at the platters of food on the table before him. At first, he had hated Tajhaani dishes, but as he grew accustomed to a diet without pork he discovered new favorites, enough to be tempted now by some of the delicacies in front of him. Other guests helped themselves freely, yet they were not slaves, and neither Hunero nor his chaperone had instructed him in the matter. He did not even know if he might drink the wine a servant offered him.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce As a slave, he could not presume to interrupt Rahmad's conversation, so he gestured to his chaperone, discreetly stationed in one corner, and asked what he should do. "Eat and drink but sparingly," whispered the eunuch, "and call no attention to yourself." Tamet did as advised, sampling morsels from various dishes and grateful that Hunero had made him eat something beforehand. He did his best to look interested in the conversation around him, especially when the Juvans spoke, and tried to fathom why Rahmad wanted him present when everyone so thoroughly ignored him. Perhaps he will want me to dance, but that thought died when sword-swallowing acrobats appeared to amuse the guests. An old man in motley desert robes followed with a pair of monkeys dressed in male and female costume that performed tricks. Even Tamet laughed at their antics and comical expressions; it was not until later that he remembered how Senesret liked the creatures. These people have never asked me to dance before, he reflected, and it does not seem to be that sort of party. Once, Senesret had hosted an entertainment where lower-class pleasure slaves came to amuse the guests, yet Tamet had seen very little of the ensuing orgy before his master instructed him to withdraw to the bedchamber; when Senesret finally made his appearance, he had been too drunk to do more than collapse facedown on the bed. Do not think about him. With the Juvan dignitaries in the room, it proved a difficult task.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Toward the end of the evening, after the dessert and entertainment, Tamet was surprised when the High Prince turned to him. "Rest assured that I have not forgotten you," said Rahmad. "These men are nobles from Menmose's court in Kebet. Khatre is the king's newly appointed ambassador to Tajhaan." Rahmad motioned to a middle-aged man who wore a leopard skin draped over one shoulder of his robe like a priest, which he might well have been; high priests often rose to positions of authority at court, and a few had even become king. Tamet nodded to him, but, knowing he did not have permission to speak, said nothing. Rahmad continued, "My lords, I have been remiss in not introducing you to this charming young man. Tametenofret is the hostage who stands surety for Prince Senesret's continued good behavior, and since his arrival he has done much credit to his people and his lord." While the ambassador nodded, his apparent bewilderment told Tamet that he knew nothing of the situation. How could you not have heard anything after my master returned home? That Senesret had said nothing to anyone seemed inconceivable, yet the more he heard and observed the more Tamet realized that the High Prince had not been lying to him. It truly was so. Khatre glanced in his direction. "Forgive me, but Tametenofret is a name a nobleman would give his concubine or pet cat. It does not seem fitting to a royal hostage." Tamet swallowed at the subtle insult, even when Rahmad corrected the man. "Yes, you are correct, Lord Khatre. The 55 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce young man was Prince Senesret's most devoted servant and, it seems, the only one willing to take his place after his unfortunate defeat at Atrija. I have mentioned him to Menmose in my correspondence. When you return to Juva, you must do me the favor of communicating my compliments to the court, as I am sure the royal family is most concerned about this young man's wellbeing." Tamet, scarcely aware of the barb in Rahmad's words, felt his heart sink when Khatre's expression remained blank. Despair threatened to choke him when he heard the ambassador's response. "I will have to consult the prince on this matter, as it seems I have not been informed," said Khatre. Not once did he look at the hostage who was the subject of their conversation, indicating that his words were for the High Prince alone. Tamet bowed his head in shame, wishing that Rahmad had never summoned him. At the end of the evening, Tamet obeyed when Rahmad ordered him to follow, and prayed the High Prince would not desire anything more of him tonight than his company. After such humiliation, he knew he would not be able to still his trembling enough to perform in bed. Once in his apartments, Rahmad brusquely dismissed the servants who hovered around him. When the last man left, closing the door behind him, he turned to Tamet. "You see now that I did not lie to you. Khatre should have known the circumstances of Senesret's capture and return, yet apparently he has been told nothing about you."

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Tamet could not look at him, could not focus his gaze anywhere but his own feet. "You made me sit there, sir, and listen to him, and—" "And I humiliated you, is that it?" Tamet felt the weight of Rahmad's hands on his shoulders; it took all his self control not to throw himself sobbing like a child into the prince's arms. "It would seem Khatre and the other ambassadors have been far more embarrassed by the oversight than you." "Sir, you could have mentioned it to them without my being present." Rahmad nodded. "You are right, I should not have done this to you, yet I had my reasons. Hunero told me how listless and unhappy you have been today, so it would have been better to leave you alone, but you still had doubts, you still questioned my sincerity. Now you know for certain that Senesret has forgotten you, and that I have not lied to you for my own gain. If you wish to weep, or even curse me, you may do so. There is no one else to hear you." Tamet shook his head. Though rage and grief coiled tightly within him, and he knew it was his right, he could not respond; such scenes had been bred out of him. "I know not what to do. I wish—" "What do you wish, Tanariq?" "It is a terrible thing," he replied, swallowing past the knot in his throat. "I should not even think it." "But you do think it," said Rahmad, "and I do not blame you."

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Whether he would or no, Tamet felt himself pulled into a tight embrace. Closing his eyes, he held back his tears as buried his face against Rahmad's breast. A moment later, the prince gently tilted his head back to stare into his face. "Why do you not weep?" "I do not want to ruin your clothes, sir." Snatching up a linen cloth from the table beside them, Rahmad draped it over one shoulder so it fell across his expensive raiment. "I know you will cry when you return to your quarters," he said, "but for once I wish you would not be so formal with me. It is difficult enough with my wives and children, they are as much strangers to me as you are. Had my eldest son lived, he would have been close to your age." "That is not something I am used to hearing from a master," murmured Tamet. "Nor is it anything I would say to an akesh," said Rahmad, stroking his hair. "The last thing I wish is to picture my sons when bedding you, but this is not about lovemaking. There is more to me than that, and I should hope that by now you will have realized that." Moved either by his soft, persuasive tone, or unable to contain his emotion any longer, Tamet finally let the tears come. A long, low sob escaped his throat, and he flung himself into Rahmad's arms, heedless of all else but his anguish and the man holding him. It did not matter that the man was a prince who had paraded and kept him as a hostage, a war captive, or bedded him too roughly that first night. It did not matter that he was a nobly-born concubine, bred since childhood to perform gracefully and shield his 58 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce emotions. All that mattered was the moment, and his own release. "The worst is over," Rahmad murmured into his hair. "After tonight, you need not think about it anymore." **** Hunero sat down on the stool beside him. "I can see you feel no better than you did before." Even after returning to his own room, Tamet continued to grieve. Rahmad had let him go with some reluctance, but he had not wanted to stay the night in the royal bedchamber under such circumstances. What is to happen to me now that I cannot go home? How long will the prince keep me before he tires of me? "I wish to be alone." "You say that, but I do not think it is so," replied Hunero. Lacking the strength to insist, Tamet shrugged. In truth, he welcomed the eunuch's presence, for otherwise his doubts and despair, coupled with the dark silence of his room, would give him no peace. "Was Senesret your first?" asked the eunuch. "Why do you ask?" "Because it is always different with the first," said Hunero. "No matter how vain or cruel or selfish he is, you cannot forget him. Yes, I see you looking at me, thinking what does that half-man know about love? The castrator's knife only cut me between the thighs, not here." He placed a hand over his heart. "Everyone knows how hateful and scheming eunuchs are, but they forget that sometimes we do fall in love.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Perhaps someday I will tell you about my first, though now I do not think you wish to hear the sordid tale." Tamet rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, smearing what paint remained. "Was it long ago?" "Oh, yes, and he was beautiful and cruel. Here, wash your face properly, or the other akeshi will take you for one of their pet monkeys." Hunero offered him a damp linen cloth, helping him wipe away the kohl he missed. "It still hurts, you know."

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Chapter Four

A warm spring afternoon, and a secular rest day, offered Rahmad leisure from petitioners and the law courts. Earlier, he had visited his children and their mothers in the harem garden, and took his daily exercise by his private lake. Now he wanted an hour or two of lazy lovemaking. On such occasions, he would have his female concubines pleasure him, but, remembering that Tanariq still required reassurance, he summoned the young man to his side instead. When Tanariq arrived and made the ritual prostration, Rahmad smiled, extending his hand. "Did you think I had forgotten you?" "I do not know what you thought, sir." Rahmad stroked his cheek, then his hair, playfully wrapping a dark curl around his finger. "I did not wish to distress you further, but Hunero tells me you believe that I will somehow cast you out into the street. Now, little lotus, do not pout like that. You know he keeps no secrets from me, and that he is as concerned for your welfare as I am." Tanariq dropped his gaze. "I am no longer your hostage, sir. You do not have to keep me." "Has it occurred to you that I might wish to keep you?" asked Rahmad. "Juva's ambassadors have not enlightened me on what happens when akeshi are too old or tiresome to serve, but here in Tajhaan we reward faithful service with a suitable pension and position elsewhere. You have no reason to be concerned."

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Although he nodded, Tanariq clearly remained troubled. "Why do you wish to keep me, sir? I am a Juvan, after all." After nearly six months, this was not the reply Rahmad expected from him. "Would I have bedded you had I found your people repulsive? I bear no prejudice against you or your people, and took no particular joy in my victory at Atrija. I wish to keep you because your company pleases me, that is all," he answered. "Now, smile and put aside these fears and shadows, and let us enjoy ourselves this afternoon." "What is your pleasure, sir?" "Show me what you used to do with Senesret," he said. Tanariq recoiled at the request. "Why do you wish to see such a thing?" Rahmad frowned. "Are you questioning my desires now?" Pressing his hands over his heart, Tanariq bowed low. "No, sir, but I would not presume to do such things with you. You would not like it." "You speak as though he has unnatural desires. Does he prefer to be whipped, or blindfolded, or to have your cock inside him?" Given Senesret's indolent nature, all three were possible. "If it is so, you have only to tell me and we will go no farther." "It is none of those things, sir," replied Tanariq. "Still, it would not be to your liking." "Oh, and what do you think I would like?" asked Rahmad. Even with the humor evident in his voice, the young man hesitated. Though Senesret had dishonored his loyalty and abandoned him in favor of another concubine, Rahmad could see that Tanariq still could not quite bring himself to betray 62 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce his former master. "It is all right," he said. "You are not being malicious or disloyal, merely showing me what Senesret enjoys." "It is not so much that, sir," said Tanariq. "You like to be the master, you see, but if I did as you wanted, you would not do anything at all." Rahmad laughed. "Is that all? He simply likes to lie there and let you do all the work?" Nodding, Tanariq blushed. "Yes, sir, that is all." Rahmad let his hand slide down Tanariq's arm, caressing the smooth skin, until he came to the lotus bracelet; Hunero told him that the young man never took it off, and the knowledge pleased him. "It is a warm day, and I work very hard. Sometimes I enjoy being lazy. Come, kiss me, and I promise I will not make you do all the work—just most of it." Still uncertain, Tanariq placed a hand on his chest and urged him back among the cushions. "Lie there, sir," he said. A moment later, he leaned down for a kiss, which Rahmad eagerly gave him, slipping his tongue between soft lips. As the kiss grew more heated, he let one hand twine in the young man's fragrant curls while the other slid down Tanariq's shoulder to find the hem of his sleeveless linen robe. His hand rode up the garment, exploring Tanariq's thighs until he found the swell of a firm buttock. Wanting to finger the delights hidden within, to hear his lover moan as he caressed the flesh around the tight opening, he started to undo the brief loincloth, only to have Tanariq pull back from the kiss and stop him.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce "Do not tell me that you Juvans do not take off their clothes to make love when you walk around half-naked the rest of the time," said Rahmad. "Of course we do, sir." Tanariq's lips were plump and moist from kissing, a delectable sight that made Rahmad's cock twitch under his linen kilt. "It is only that he does not remove my clothes." Rahmad frowned. "I am not as lazy as he is. I expect to enjoy your body in full. I want your clothes off, and soon." Tanariq bit his lower lip. "Of course, sir." Drawing back, he climbed off the divan and did something so startling that Rahmad nearly bolted upright when he realized what it was. Tanariq began with the closure of his robe, undoing it and peeling the garment off with agonizing slowness. No word existed in Tajhaani for the act; the nearest Rahmad could find was a term that meant the lifting of a virgin bride's veil on her wedding night. But Tanariq was no virgin; his sly smile said he knew exactly what he was doing, his swaying body, hands that danced along his sides, and fingers that pinched his nipples into firmness inviting Rahmad to seize him, tear off the rest of his clothing and devour him. Whatever they call this in Juva, thought Rahmad, I must have him teach the others, and any other love-games he knows. Even without the music he knew Tanariq would normally have used as accompaniment, the dance drove him into a frenzy of desire.

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce Once Tanariq was naked and teasing him with glimpses of his round buttocks, Rahmad lost all patience. "Come here," he growled, "before I fuck you where you stand." Tanariq tumbled into his lap, where Rahmad pulled him close. They kissed with open mouths, wetly twining tongues. "So Senesret likes this, yes?" "Not so much kissing, sir," said Tanariq, "but he enjoys watching me undress." Rahmad rolled his eyes. "Then he is even lazier than I thought. Show me what else he enjoys, unless his custom is to drop off to sleep after you are naked. You already have me hard, so I mean to see this through." Again, Tanariq gently pushed him back among the cushions and kissed him again, starting with his lips and jaw and working his way down his throat to his nipples. It was not often that Rahmad took this pleasure from his akeshi, but now he placed a hand on the back of Tanariq's head to encourage him as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive buds. Of all the akeshi, Penthé had the most skilled mouth, or so Rahmad believed until the moment Tanariq drew back his foreskin and took his cock between eager lips. Within that enveloping mouth, Tanariq's tongue continued to exert pressure, grazing the underside of his cock, sliding up to the crown to suck on it like a child with a sweet. Rahmad shifted, shoving another cushion behind his head so he could watch his cock moving in and out of that wet mouth; the sight aroused him almost to the point of climax. As he caught his breath, with his left hand he gripped the 65 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce base of his cock to hold it steady for his partner, while with his right he reached over to moisten his index finger in the little bowl of oil left by the servants, then ordered Tanariq to turn around. "I want to watch your ass," he said. But that was not all he wished to do, for as the young man obliged, and continued to lick and suck him, Rahmad inserted his finger into the depths between his lover's buttocks, slowly pushing it and out until Tanariq moaned around his cock. "No, sir," gasped Tanariq, pulling his mouth away with an audible slurp. "He does not do that." "But I do," answered Rahmad. "Now unless Senesret enjoys coming in your mouth, or he can come more than once in a night, which I doubt, you had better stop. I want to see how he goes inside you." Part of Rahmad's pleasure was to watch his cock entering his partner, to see it moving in and out as he thrust, but with Tanariq straddling him, it was impossible. Gripping Tanariq's hips, he pushed upward, trying to build a rhythm, but Tanariq shook his head to that and the fingers that circled his nipples as he moved. Rahmad growled in frustration. This is intolerable! "Does he do nothing at all?" As he answered, Tanariq continued to move up and down, clenching his muscles around Rahmad's cock in a way that made the prince groan. "Sometimes," he gasped. "I told you, he likes to watch." So saying, he closed his eyes and, keeping one hand flat against Rahmad's thigh to steady himself, he licked two 66 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce fingers of the other and began pinching his nipples. Rahmad felt the young man's cock slap against his belly and reached for it, fisting the hot erection, rubbing his thumb along the crown as he watched Tanariq's lips part and his head fall back in pleasure. Once again, not caring what Senesret did in bed, he gripped Tanariq's hip with his left hand and began to thrust. "Sir, he does not—" "I do not care. You are no longer with him. You are with me, and I am going to fuck you, and fuck you hard." As Rahmad reached orgasm, he bit back the profanity that rose to his lips, gasped, and ordered Tanariq to come. "Let me feel you," he growled. A moment later, Tanariq bucked and cried out, and Rahmad felt warm droplets spurt past his thumb to land on his belly. Rahmad rode out the spasms until his cock went limp and his body with it. As Tanariq slumped against his chest, he reached up to caress a damp thigh, a shoulder, hardly noticing the wetness between their bodies. His lips grazed the hair that fell against his cheek, and he knew he should say something about Senesret's lack of virility, but decided to hold his tongue. Now that he had satisfied his curiosity and had his pleasure, it did not matter. The faithless prince no longer had any part to play in their world. **** Because it had changed hands so many times in the last two hundred years, the city of Akkil was a rich amalgamation of Juvan and Tajhaani culture. In the wharves, markets, and

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce tenements that surrounded the harbor, the two peoples had always lived peacefully alongside each other, while in the orchards, fields, and olive groves beyond the city walls, the rhythms of planting and harvesting remained indifferent to the fighting that had sometimes reddened its earth with blood. And now the war is over. Tamet tried to emulate the joy and relief Rahmad had shown when giving him the news, yet aside from those few horrific hours on the plains below Atrija, the conflict had never really been part of his world. You fool, he thought later. It is because of the war that you are here, and not in Kebet with Senesret. How little he knew of the world, that he could be so naïve and selfabsorbed. Very few memories remained of his family, yet he sensed that had he not been sold and trained as a concubine, he might have learned how to shoot a bow, wield a sword, and ride a chariot like other young men his age did. He might have gone to war as they did, and suffered the same fate: death on the battlefield or execution at the hands of an implacable enemy. Now you are only good for one thing, and it is not fighting, or reading and writing. No wonder Senesret had found him so easy to replace. Tamet felt an uncomfortable nostalgia at the Juvan motifs that decorated his chamber in the High Prince's summer palace, but did not presume to ask for different quarters. Weeks before, he had formally dropped the name Tametenofret for the one Rahmad had given him. Tanariq was no longer hateful to his ears. Like Tajhaan, it was rich with 68 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce possibilities, and when spoken by his lover in the heat of passion, it possessed a warm, erotic quality. With Rahmad's permission, he sold the jewels and other trinkets Senesret had given him, disregarding the prince's advice to keep those things. "I am pleased that you embrace my people and wish to make them your own," said Rahmad, "but you cannot change what you are. One day, you might wish you had kept a remembrance of home." Tamet did not correct him by saying that those things were mementoes of Senesret, not Juva. It did not matter; he wanted nothing more to do with either. For weeks, he had carried the sting of Senesret's betrayal with him, yet after the tears he decided on a calmer course; he would accept his lot, as Hunero and many others advised, and begin again, casting off all that bound him to his old life. It was the only way he could survive and not be consumed by bitterness. "I will buy something in Akkil, if you will permit me to visit the bazaar," he answered. Although his status as a royal hostage had been rescinded, he still did not possess the same privileges as the other akeshi and hesitated to ask. He did not want to seem too much in need of reassurance, and sensed that his questions gave that impression. Whatever he wished to buy or sell, he had to negotiate through Hunero or another eunuch. Rahmad withheld his permission. "When we return to Tajhaan and you are more acquainted with our customs, then you may venture out; there is no royal bazaar here, and you are not accustomed to leaving the palace. I will have the 69 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce city's merchants come to you with whatever you wish to barter or purchase, with one of my own stewards standing by to make certain they do not cheat you." Not long after, Tamet acquired his own steward, as well as a new rank, which Hunero had to explain to him. "An aktiri is the bed companion of a prince," said the eunuch. "You are still a slave, but you outrank the akeshi and may one day rise to a free courtesan or even higher. This is a great honor for you. While you remain in the royal household, you will receive a small allowance, which is why Parmenu has been appointed your steward. He is better equipped than I to instruct you in the protocols of your new station, and help you manage your funds." Why the High Prince elevated him, Tamet did not know, and deemed it rude to ask. It seemed an unnecessary gesture, for as an akesh, he already provided company and sexual gratification, and the Juvan emissaries who now frequented the court would not notice the subtle gradation in rank when no such class existed in their land. Hunero was able to tell him that as an aktiri, he could own property and worship in the temples from which he had previously been barred. Nonetheless, the gods of Tajhaan were not his gods, so the gesture remained meaningless until Akkil, where Tamet could worship the gods of his childhood: Ebu, the ibis-headed fertility goddess, and Aspu, the protector of men. Parmenu provided idols and incense, yet without instruction Tamet had to fumble through the rites as best as his memory allowed. Slaves paid lip service to the kingdom's 70 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce deities, but no especial care had ever been taken to ensure they prayed correctly, or at all. What little magic he recalled from boyhood evenings worshipping beside his parents at the family shrine was gone. That person belonged to Juva, and a past that did not match his present. Eventually, Tamet put the idols away and tried to forget the experiment. Without a priest's assistance, it would do no good, and he lacked sufficient motivation to arrange for private lessons. Meanwhile, there were other diversions. Rahmad took pleasure in making love to him in every room of his private suite, and asked him to demonstrate more of his art. Senesret did not enter into the request, which encouraged Tamet to comply without reservation. To the accompaniment of Juvan music, he danced the rendé, slowly stripping off his clothes and ornaments, teasing himself to orgasm as he noted the effect this had on his audience. That night, Rahmad's lovemaking was especially vigorous, and Tamet awoke the next morning with sore thighs. "If you teach this art to all the akeshi in my realm," Rahmad told him, "legions of grateful princes will make you a wealthy man." Tamet laughed at the suggestion. "There are those in Juva who are already teachers, and I am sure I am not the first to perform this dance in Tajhaan." "To my knowledge, you are," said Rahmad. "We have erotic dances here, but yours is unique. I do not know how your system works in Juva, but in Tajhaan the most valuable akeshi receive their training at exclusive finishing schools run 71 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce by former courtesans and akeshi, who teach the arts of music, dance, and pleasure. You could make a prosperous living bringing your arts to our people. It is something to consider." At that moment, Tamet's only thought was to remain with the High Prince for as long as possible. Even now, he did not think Rahmad handsome, at least not by Juvan standards, but his body was hard and fit from years of activity, and Tamet had grown accustomed to his beard until it was no longer noticeable. Senesret had been soft and indolent, sometimes capricious, whereas Rahmad had experience and wisdom. Tamet never forgot his capacity for ruthlessness, yet from his own observations as well as information gleaned from others, he knew this was not cruelty for cruelty's sake. Mercy and compassion to those who submitted, woe to those who did not: the essence of a prince of Tajhaan. Tamet did not consider it unfitting. Had he been forced to return to Senesret, Tamet knew the prince would never have been able to satisfy him again. Rahmad was right: sex was one thing, but he needed a man to make love to him. Now, knowing what he knew, Tamet did not think he could bear to look upon Senesret again, much less to allow the prince to touch him. Hunero reiterated Rahmad's advice. "Now that there is peace, princes and merchants are clamoring for the latest in Juvan styles," he said. "Such is the business opportunity that awaits you. In fact, if you kept your Juvan name, you might increase your profits." "I will think about it," replied Tamet. 72 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce "Do not dwell on it too long. The gods do not extend their favor forever." For now, Tamet enjoyed his summer days with Rahmad, making love, dining together in the cool fountain court, and helping the High Prince entertain nobles who came as visitors to the house. Several princes gazed at him in interest, as Hunero warned him they might do once they learned he was an aktiri, but with the eunuch's coaching politely rebuffed any offers to share his favors. One day, perhaps he would accept one or two of them as lovers; now, having barely accepted Rahmad as his master and bedmate, was too soon. One evening, as they lay on cushions beside an indoor pool, lightly touching each other and eating grapes from the prince's own vineyard, Rahmad broke the mood with unexpected news. "Tomorrow I will receive emissaries from Juva," he said. "Menmose apparently wishes to offer me one of his many daughters as a bride. My other wives will not like it, of course, but this marriage must be made for the sake of peace. If she is as agreeable as you, it may not be such a bad bargain." Tamet had never seen any of the Tajhaani royal women, and knew next to nothing about them except that they never went out; the royal court was strictly a man's world. "In our land, women do not wear the veil or remain secluded. The princess might not like it in Tajhaan." "I have made some concessions to Menmose on the subject, but I cannot bend all customs simply to please her. She will have to learn new ways," said Rahmad. After a moment, he spoke again, "There is a second matter, which 73 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce concerns you. When Khatre went home, he spoke publicly about our meeting. Now that word has spread through the Juvan court, Senesret has been criticized for his treatment of you." Tamet shrugged and reached for another grape. Senesret was the last thing he wished to think about on such a balmy, lovely night. "It does not trouble me so much anymore," he murmured. "That is not what I remember from the night you met the ambassador." "I know," he said, "but I have had time to think about it. Perhaps it is for the best." "Then you will not mind accompanying me when I meet the Juvans tomorrow." Stunned, not certain he had heard Rahmad correctly, Tamet sat up among the cushions. "Why do you wish me to be present? Has Senesret asked for my return?" he asked. "It always questions with you, little lotus," laughed Rahmad. "The ambassadors have asked to see you, but they have not said why and Senesret is not among them. It would not surprise me if he tried to save face by making the request. You need not worry. This is why I made you an aktiri." "I do not understand." Leaning forward, Rahmad took his face between his hands and kissed him. "What you were in Juva was an akesh, but because you are now of a higher rank with greater privileges, you have the right to speak on your own behalf. You can

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce refuse your former master, and publicly shame him by your refusal." Tamet grasped his meaning, but the knowledge did not lighten his heart. All he wanted was to put the memory of Senesret behind him, yet it seemed now he would not be able to. "Since he did not want me, I belong to you now, sir. You can sell me or give me away as you wish, but if I had my desire—" Rahmad laid a finger against his lips. "You do not have to tell me. I assure you, neither Menmose nor his son is in a position to demand your return. Whether the ambassadors will understand the difference between an akesh and an aktiri, I do not know, but I have already made it clear to them through my messengers that you are no longer a hostage in my house. If nothing else, they will realize that their prince's conduct has nullified our earlier arrangement." That night, Tamet did not sleep well, tossing and turning in his bed, turning over in his mind all that might happen. Political machinations were not for him, and his heart sank at the thought of being used as a pawn between these two princes. For the sake of peace, and regardless of what he says, the High Prince might have to send me back to Senesret, whether he wants to or no. I might refuse, but will anyone listen when I say I do not wish to go? Aktiri or not, I am still a slave. At last, still troubled, he dozed off until Parmenu awakened him at sunrise. After breakfast, Tamet placed himself in his steward's hands, allowing the man to choose his raiment and order the servants who bathed and dressed him. From among the many 75 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce rich garments that Tamet had received from the High Prince, Parmenu selected a startling combination of Tajhaani and Juvan finery: a pleated linen shift overlaid with a loose, goldspangled red silk robe. Over this went the golden torque that had been Rahmad's first gift, while the servant presented the gilded leather sandals Tamet had worn for the triumph. Once viewed in the mirror, the overall effect was not unappealing, leading Tamet to suspect that Parmenu had received his orders from the High Prince. When the attending vizier ushered him into the royal bedchamber, Rahmad's reaction confirmed this suspicion. With a broad grin, he touched the golden collar at Tamet's throat. "What a regal image you present." "It is not too much?" asked Tamet. "No, it is perfect." Sparing the servants only the most perfunctory glance, Rahmad ordered them all from the chamber. "No doubt you think I am an insatiable old goat who wants only to lie with you before going downstairs. There will be time for that later," he said. "I wished only to speak privately with you before we leave. I still see fear in your eyes." There will be time for that later. While the words suggested that he would remain in Tajhaan, Tamet could not be certain what to expect; he knew only how much he dreaded the thought of never lying with Rahmad or being held by him again. I cannot bear to be in the same room as Senesret, much less have him inside me. "I do not want to go with those men," he answered. 76 | P a g e

The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce "I have already told you that you can refuse," said Rahmad. "However, if it is any consolation, I will make it known that they are to abide by your wishes and leave the matter at that. I promise they will not take you. I will not permit it." Despite his misgivings, Tamet nodded. "I do not wish to cause trouble between you." Rahmad took a step forward and folded him in his arms. "If you understood how this game is played, you would not be so anxious. Certainly you have no reason to think you are being troublesome by refusing. Senesret has caused this incident, and he is the one who must save face, not you," he replied. "If necessary, I will soften the blow by offering him a Tajhaani akesh. The novelty will distract him and his father enough that they will forget you entirely." "You would do this for me?" asked Tamet. Even before he uttered the last word, he felt Rahmad's lips touch his cheek. "Yes, I would do this for you, little lotus. You are not still afraid, are you?" Turning his head, Tamet returned the kiss, and felt the brush of fingertips against his hand. He answered that tentative touch, twining his fingers around the prince's. "No," he whispered, smiling. "I am not afraid now."

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The Golden Lotus by L.E. Bryce About the Author L.E. Bryce was born in Los Angeles, California and has never lived anywhere else. She has a Masters in English Literature from California State University, Northridge, and currently works as an English teacher. Her Jewish mother, two dogs and passel of cats help her keep her sanity. She is a regular contributor to Forbidden Fruit Magazine, and is the author of Dead to the World, My Sun and Stars, Ki'iri, Snake Bite and Other Dark Homoerotic Fantasies and Those Pearls That Were His Eyes. She maintains a blog at granamyr.livejournal.com.

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