A Note of Reply; The Trouble With Six; The Great Theater
originally posted January 18, 2007
A few days prior, I received a note from a free woman, a Lady of the Caste of Bakers. She requested the privilege of serving the patrons of the theater the night The Fall of Agamedes debuts in Ar. I sent the blonde girl off in her direction with a note of reply, informing her that she is free to pursue an interview with me on any night this hand. I have not heard from her as yet. Presumably, the sight of a barbarian slut serving as message courier did not offend the woman's sensibilities. As a rule, I like Bakers. They bake things.
The Six Girl is pushing the limits of her discipline yet again, ignoring curfews, purposely trying to remain 'unseen' in an attempt to garner attention, even if it is of the undesired sort. She continues to return with the money, however, but I suspect her next ploy will be to lessen her productivity. After that, I suspect she will attempt further subversion of her discipline. It is unfortunate that she has chosen to act out at this time, but she will be dealt with when my schedule permits the opportunity to deal with such trivialities. She is used to manipulating men and having her way. I witnessed it before she became a house slave at Samsara many years ago, a convenience for the residents and guests, a sul peeler and laundress. I see it on occasion with her customers. The behavior, when tolerated, makes her an effective and profitable whore. When it is not tolerated, she earns a drubbing or a minor humiliation at the expense of the fellow who understands precisely what she is attempting to do. She attempts, once again, to manipulate me. 'Look at me. Punish me. Notice me. Beat me.' All in good time. On my schedule.
The actors seem to be in fine spirits of late. They seem to tolerate one another and have something of a begrudging respect, however slight, between them. They will ascend the greatest stage of our world at the end of this hand, acting in a play that earned acclaim at the very foot of the Black Sardar. Each, the itinerant actor and traveling story teller, have already earned the respect of the world beyond the walls of their respective home cities, Torcadino and Brundisium. At the end of this hand, they will realize they walked with Giants. The Great Theater of Pentilicus Tallux is no Vennan playhouse, no Turian Amphitheater. Nothing on fat Lurius' Isle of Vart Guano approaches the grandeur of this stage. Neither Port Kar nor Thentis, Ko-ro-ba nor Tor can match those many storiedwalls. When the final curtain descends, when they take their bow, their names will always be remembered.
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