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Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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Captive Discipline
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Love? she wanted to shriek. I don't love him. How could I ever love someone who is looking forward to whipping me. Yet she kept her silence through the rest of Tadewidan's pronouncements, waiting apprehensively for the moment when Shalimerie would give her the paddle.
It came soon enough. As she stumbled through the so-called happiness song, she looked down and found it touching her palm. Closing her eyes, she held it, then turned to put it in Martel's right hand. Everyone paused as though expecting her to say something, and she wondered what on earth the other brides said at this time. But that's it, she thought as she fought the urge to laugh uncontrollably. I'm not on Earth.
After an awkward moment Martel stepped behind her. Tadewidan clasped her wrists, pulling her forward and downward so that her rear end jutted towards the audience. He held her tightly so that she couldn't move as she felt the cloth part down her back. Tears of embarrassment sprung into her eyes as she realized she was fully exposed…
"The paddle furthers the attributes of a happy marriage," the elder intoned. "This couple will christen it today in the name of those virtues. First we have—"
"Honesty," the audience intoned. CRACK! Janys jumped as much as Tadewidan's grasp would allow her as the wood connected with her buttocks. She winced as she felt the sting radiating out.
"Promptness," she heard, and another crack rang out. Now she was biting her lip. "Responsibility." This one caught her hard right above the thighs, and she gasped. "Faithfulness." As she tried to choke back a cry, she looked up. Tadewidan was smiling down at her as he witnessed her growing discomfort.
"Obedience." Martel put the full force of his arm into this last one, aimed directly in the middle. If the elder hadn't been supporting her, she would have pitched forward. He continued to hold her, nodding approvingly at the tears seeping down her face, while Kronitan recorded the state of her posterior for posterity.
When he finally released her she realized her clothing had been restored, though the skin rubbing against the tunic was now hot and sore. She was still reeling from the experience when Martel slipped an open band of metal around her wrist. Tadewidan lit a candle, then held the flame close to her hand. He's going to burn me? she screamed inside, her body readying itself to run, but he touched it carefully to the ends of the metals, then pinched them together to form a bracelet too small to fit over her hand. Turning to Martel, he did the same.
"These bracelets symbolize your union," Tadewidan continued. "If either of you removes it, the marriage has ended."
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Chapter 1
She was dressed long before the knock came, her eyes heavy from watching the two suns rise. "Janys Livingston," the voice boomed. "It is time to leave for your trial." Slowly she opened the door and let the two men into the narrow room where they had brought her the night before. Once more they clamped their hands onto her forearms as they steered her out into the public square.
Already the crowd was gathering to see how the Council of Elders would deal with an off-worlder who had broken their laws. As the guards marched her up the steps to the meeting hall, Ambassador Nadakov blocked their way with her stocky body. Cropped gray hair framed a face etched with fatigue. "I'm sorry, Janys, but the Protector has decided not to intervene. He says it would compromise his position on planet's rights."
"What do I do then?" Janys asked, trying to keep the panic from his voice as she was pulled past the ambassador.
The older woman shouted over the bobbing heads and arms. "Remember what we talked about last night. Defend yourself any way you can."
As she was propelled into the stone building, Janys desperately tried to come up with a plan. According to the Ambassador, her best chance was to plead ignorance or confusion. The problem was that everyone knew she was a trained sociologist familiar with their laws. All would believe Janys knew exactly what she was doing when she slipped out of the visitor's house after curfew and spied on the men's gathering.
"Say you're not guilty," the ambassador had directed. "This isn't the
first time an Institute researcher has run afoul of local customs. Even if I can't get the Protector's ear, the Interplanetary Court of Justice may do something to help an innocent young woman trapped in a punishment happy society. Just give me something to work with on appeal."
But as Janys approached the six elders who would decide her fate, she knew that Demetern justice rendered the concept of appeal moot. If Janys were convicted, she would be stripped of all belongings and transported to Kollent. Even natives found it difficult to survive for long in the desert colony. For off-worlders, the life expectancy was less than two Earth months.
"Here!" Janys felt cool fingers shove something into her hand. She clutched it as the guards maneuvered her into the open area in front of the dark-garbed figures. To her side stood a boy whose freckles stood out on a face from which all other color had disappeared. A moment later, a balding man led in a woman wearing a dark blue tunic trimmed with silver jewels. She had her chin up, but her legs were shaking so severely that the gems seemed to be dancing.
The men released Janys and drew back. The elders were huddled together in conference, and at the moment, no one seemed to be looking at her. Surreptitiously, she unfolded the crumpled paper and read:
"You do not have to go to Kollent. I have worked out another choice. But first you must admit you have broken our laws and ask for punishment. There is no place on Demeter for those who refuse discipline. "
It was signed Shalimerie. Twisting slightly, Janys scanned the crowd until she glimpsed the dark hair pulled back into the three signature combs. Next to the woman was her husband Kronitin. Beside him Janys caught a glimpse of sun-bleached hair that could only be Martel, Kronitin's brother and her unwitting accomplice. Her stomach heaved as she realized that if she did things the Ambassador's way, she'd have to accuse Martel of entrapment, although they both knew that wasn't true.
Finally a brown-bearded man who looked too young to be labeled an elder called for order. "I, Tadewidan, will be presiding over the hearings today," he announced. "We will dispense of the two shorter matters first. I call the case of Vilding."
The boy stepped forward, his hands scrabbling at the front of his well-worn tunic. Tadewidan looked at him sternly. "You have been accused by those at the marketplace of stealing a rudanko pastry from Mistress Milner. Do you take responsibility for that action?"
"I so admit and I offer my body for correction," the boy replied rapidly, looking down at the floor.
"Then I will ask your parents what they wish to impose," the elder continued.
Immediately a man and woman stepped forward, flanking the accused. The woman patted the boy's his shoulder while the father addressed the council. "I will see to it that he is soundly switched. In addition, for the next two decedons, he will be barred from having any type of dessert or treat."
The rest of the elders nodded. "That is acceptable to us," Tadewidan told them. "But how says Mistress Milner?"
A ruddy faced woman stepped up, wiping her hands on her tunic. "Well, I don't know about the 'no dessert' part, because that cuts down on my business," she laughed. "But the switching is what I'd suggest myself if it were my boy."
"Then it will be done," Tadewidan proclaimed as the parents led the child away, his rear end twitching slightly as he were already anticipating the spanking. "Now for the case of Mistress Plettigan." The woman in the jeweled tunic moved forward, her face flushing with embarrassment.
The elder looked at her coldly. "You have been accused by Mistress Donawirt of conducting yourself in an unseemly manner before her husband. Mistress Donawirt further states that when she brought this matter to the attention of your husband, Master Leonid, you denied the conduct, although it occurred at a music gathering before many witnesses. Before this Council, do you now accept responsibility for your action?"
"I so admit," she replied softly, turning even redder. "And I offer my body for correction."
"That is as it should be," Tadewidan said approvingly. "Now your husband will tell us what punishment he intends to administer."
The balding man put his pudgy arms on the woman's shoulders. "For six decedons, she will be barred from attending any music gatherings in which Mistress Donawirt or her husband are in attendance. In addition, I will strap her buttocks and thighs harder than ever before until I am completely certain she will never again even think of offending any marriage vows."
The woman gave a little cry as the council contemplated the offer. "That is acceptable to us," Tadewidan began, "but how says Mistress Donawirt?"
A rat-faced woman in a dowdy gray tunic scampered up. "That would have been acceptable as a private matter when I first went to Master Leonid," she told the council. "But when Mistress Plettigan denied what she had done, I had no choice but to come here. I have now lost a morning of work and been wrongfully called a liar. I request public justice."
"We understand your position completely," Tadewidan murmured as he glanced at the rest of the elders. "Mistress Plettigan, you will receive your whipping today in the square. Master Leonid, we will expect you to take care of this matter as soon as we adjourn so that Mistress Donawirt does not lose any more time from work." As her husband led her away, Janys could tell the woman was already crying.
There was a long pause before Tadewidan said heavily, "And now we have Janys Livingston, who is not a citizen of Demeter but nevertheless must answer to our laws. Do you understand why you have been brought before us today?"
Janys had been so caught up in the other stories that for a moment she had almost forgotten her own peril. "Yes," she replied, surprised how hard it was to form even that simple word with a mouth that was as dry as the Demetian sands.
The man's dark eyes stared implacably at her. "You have been charged with breaking the curfew and violating the confidentiality of the men's gathering. In addition, we have learned from the notes we confiscated that you have been gathering forbidden knowledge, apparently for the purpose of publishing it to others. Do you take responsibility for these actions?"
"I—" Janys choked out. If only she had a lawyer to deny the accusations on her behalf! But Demetian society had no use for anyone whose job was to help others avoid correction. How could she put herself at the mercy of these people who believed so strongly in corporal punishment?
"Continue," the elder ordered.
From the corner of her eye, she watched Shalimerie. The dark head was bobbing as though urging her on. Now her heart was pounding so loudly that she thought she would collapse. How could she depend on the ICJ to save her if they didn't even have the power to be in the room with her this moment? If she fought the charges, she would certainly be in Kollent by nightfall.
Were Shalimerie's words a trick? Although Janys couldn't think of a compelling reason why someone she barely knew would want to help her, by the same token she didn't know any reason why the woman should cause her harm. Maybe this was her only lifeline. And no matter what the ambassador had told her, it was Janys alone who was only a few words away from being sent to virtual death.
"I— I so admit," she said finally, the words awkwardly tumbling out of her mouth.
Everyone in the room relaxed audibly. "Very good," Tadewidan told her. "Perhaps you have learned more of our customs than we had thought. You will now continue."
What was the phrase she had just heard? "I give—no, I offer—my body for correction," she got out.
"Excellent." Suddenly Janys understood completely what Shalimerie had been trying to tell her. Obviously they had thought the off worlder was going to deny the charges, perhaps by accusing one of their own of complicity. Now although no one was smiling at her, she could feel a shift of opinion in her favor as Tadewidan and the others gazed at her with something resembling compassion.
"Janys Livingston," he continued. "You have admitted responsibility, and offered yourself for discipline. We do not commend you for this act, because it is what we expect of all those in our world, but we understand that you could have done differ
ently according to your customs. However now you have presented us with a dilemma."
He stroked his beard while two of the others chattered together. "If you were one of our people, this matter would be simple. You have heard us endorse sentences to be carried out by parents and spouses. But if punishment cannot be carried out within the society, as elders our only alternative is to remove the person from our community. So even if it is more severe than we would otherwise find appropriate, we have no choice but—"
"A moment, Elder Tadewidan." Shalimerie was rushing forward from the side of the meeting room. As two small girls scurried aside to let her pass, Janys saw to her chagrin that Martel was directly behind her.
"Mistress Shalimerie," Tadewidan began. "Interrupting a meeting is cause for—"
"Yes, I know," she broke in again. "Kronitin is back there with my bibalon, recording every rule I break. If you wish, he will tell you what price my backside will pay tonight for each violation." She smiled almost impishly, then looked graver. "But I have a solution to the dilemma of which you speak, and in the interests of justice, I believe the council should hear it."
Tadewidan's eyes circled the council. "Proceed then," he said after a moment…
"It is Martel who needs to speak," Shalimerie responded, quickly switching places with the big man.
Janys was struck by the difference in the man who had been her friend. The first day she had seen him at the document depository, she'd mistaken him for a farmer due to his wide shoulders, strong arms, and tanned skin. She had been very impressed with the easy command of his body, including the way he set off the white tunic worn by men of marrying age. Now it was bunched around his neck as though he couldn't bear to have the cloth touch his back, and he held his body stiffly as he addressed the elders.
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