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your head upon problems you can’t solve.”
    “I cannot just accept this!”
    “You came here to work,” Hanjek said, stepping forward. He was smaller than Kianto, but his stance made the younger man move back. “Work and take the coin they offered. You will be well rewarded for your service and your family will prosper. Do not make the mistake that we made when we attacked them. They are fierce enemies.”
    Kianto shook his head and pointed at the full casks piled in the nearest corner.
    “Stop producing hinjenjo then, at least. Don’t let them take memories away. You change lives out there, don’t you see?”
    “Yes, for their betterment. What they don’t know cannot bother them. And your life won’t be altered, so why worry?”
    “My life won’t? Why?”
    “Because all of us who serve in the mating game–-and that includes you and me and some more–-cannot drink it. It’s just not good for us, so they said. Maybe you…”
    He shrank visibly when three guards entered the room. Absorbed in their conversation, none of the men had heard them jump down. The Mawany guards were tall and broad with long limbs and small hips. Their hands had double the size of a medium sized tankard and stretched out for the young man.
    “Kianto, you have to come with us,” the first guard said. Though his words were uttered in a manhandled version of the Rahenian language, his hard hands on Kianto’s upper arm spoke clearly. Kianto struggled to no avail. The second guard took his other arm.
    “Stop the production!” he yelled as they dragged him out. “Try to get back to your homes! The Rahenians need you!”
    The last he saw was Hanjek’s compassionate face and his hand waving him goodbye.

Chapter Seven
    All of the way, Kianto expected to see Na Ris Nei and be the object of his fury once again. Instead, the guards dragged him at a marching pace through the corridor into an area of the palace he had not explored. The walls appeared thicker, the air smelled of old wood, sweet water and sweat, with an undercurrent of blood.
    The guards pulled him roughly onto a large slab of wood that was smoothed by long seasons of use and fastened his arms and legs. Kianto swallowed nervously. If Na Ris Nei did not appear, he hoped for Won Ta Ki to claim him back.
    “Where is Won Ta Ki?” he asked the guard, but the only answer was an unmelodic grunt and a thick wooden gag pressed between his teeth. The chastity device was taken away and from the ceiling, a machine was lowered to fit over his abdomen from hip to upper thigh. The machine made a low, humming sound and inside, Kianto felt his cock and balls surrounded by warm, soft objects which started to massage him. He raised his head to see the guards leave and Donego enter the room. The dark purple bruise was large enough to look like a second chin.
    “You have a hard punch,” Donego said quietly and pressed down Kianto’s head to fasten a ring across his brow. “And as you see, it was a mistake to knock me out.” He remained behind Kianto’s head to caress his cheek and chin. “I had hoped that you would be my mate for some time to come, but your stubbornness ruined it all.” He sighed. “You are by far more useful than you think and your service will truly be cherished. Yet, you lost your right to wander free. And, I admit it with regret, you will not take part in the mating game any longer. They have hired another young man to play with Sariti and Dianiki. Oh, I see, you wondered if Sariti was still here. Yes, she is. I talked to her and she behaves perfectly now. No playing around with any male out of sight of the Mawanies.”
    Kianto wanted to throttle him and it showed. Donego’s lips twitched to a pitiful smile.
    “Do you want to know why the Mawanies are so interested in our mating rituals? It is the excitement that spreads.” He waited to go on until Kianto squirmed with impatience. “Only then did they find out that the bodily fluids produced during the mating