An hour later she’d been bathed, dressed in a flowing dark blue dress, flown in a land ship, and taken up an elevator to a penthouse. As the slick doors soundlessly opened the slave master shoved her forward. She tried to gain her steps but her bad leg slide out from her. A cry echoed against the glass and steel entry way as deformed leg twisted under her.
Two Alaget males reached down and pulled her up. One lifted her into his massive arms and the other opened the door. “Suell, she’s here.” The man’s voice rumbled against her side.
He stepped from a door still wearing the black suit from earlier. “They took their time. Why are you carrying her?” Those gray eyes started to take on a red tinge.
“Slave master shoved her. Her body isn’t strong on the right side.” He motioned to her disfigured body. “You said to make sure we reduced her discomforts.”
Suell gave a tight nod the red fading. “Neela, when do you want to start your training? Would you ready for it tonight, or would tomorrow be better.”
She blinked several times. “I don’t understand. Are you giving me a choice? You brought me, High Lord Suell. You may do whatever you want.”
He ran the shockingly blue hand through the mass of white. “I brought your services. In that I had no choice, but I will not treat you like filth. Anyone who does so is merely someone covering their inadequacies.” Those gray eyes looked into hers for the first time. “We need to talk. Are you hungry?”
Neela felt herself almost annoyed at him. Truly, she was grateful to not be a mere chattel, to be beaten when convenient. But, she had already resolved herself to that life. It seemed she needed to realign her thinking once again. “No, High Lord Suell, I am fine.”
Suell grunted. “Put her in office, I’ll be there shortly.”
The man strode forward her legs swinging as they made it down the corridor to another set of doors. He opened the second one to a sprawling office decorated with potted plants. The bright blues, greens, yellows, and oranges told her they were probably from Knilt-on, Woellian home world. He settled her into the heavily cushioned lounge across from the desk. “Don’t get up. He’ll be annoyed you didn’t listen to him when gets in here.” The man left her.
Neela felt relief. She didn’t know where she stood with these people. Never before had she’d been this nervous. She expected to be a slave, but now she wasn’t sure what she was.
Suell walked into her peripheral vision and passed her to sit in the large wood and cloth office chair. “I’m sure you have questions.”
She suspected this was an opening, but she didn’t know the protocol. Instead, she bent her head, waiting.
He let out a loud, heavy sigh. “Ask your questions, please. Stop standing on ceremony. I have no patience for it.”
“Well,” She paused, and swallowed hard. “Are you a half-breed? I mean, I know Woellian fight slavery constantly.”
His whole body flinched. “Yes, I am. I’m also an eiaa. So, I don’t share their views on things.”
“Eiaa, doesn’t that mean stupid, worthless idiot.” Neela pale brow wrinkled up in puzzlement.
He shook his head. “Only to an Alaget. In Wol it is the rank of someone who can’t connect to the mind of the leader females. If you can’t connect you aren’t a Woellian. As far as they’re concerned.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She felt bad that he wasn’t a full one race or the other. And, on top of that he was some reject.
He shrugged, “An old wound.”
“Why did you want me? You could have hired the services of any guild doctor. And, you wouldn’t have to swallow the cost of training me either.” Neela had no illusions that she was anything special.
“All that is true,” Suell waved a hand out. “However, my noble house often goes on long engagements assisting my grandmother who is the ambassador to Amon. No guild doctors were willing to be removed off world for any long period of time. And, Woellian doctors tend to treat flesh wounds too casually and often to lead to unnecessary deaths with my Alaget employees. And, in all honestly if I train, and pay you a modest salary it works out to very close to what I’d pay for a guild doctor. I have one on staff due to the militant nature of our work.”
The news was rather startling. The Nobles’ organizations, regardless of what type, didn’t do anything off world usually. The political situations had to be watched closely. One never knew when an ally or enemy would go for the throat. One of the reasons she feared for her brother.
Suell tapped a data pad a few times. “It seems you can be scheduled for training sometime tomorrow.”
“Why wouldn’t you make me infertile?” The question forced its way out of her. Neela wanted to ask, but had been very afraid.