Kavala hated this. She hated all of it. This was the part where she became chattel instead of a real person. Tasi was on display too, which made it even harder. She'd come to the tower feeling like she was under an archer's outstretched and notched bow. If she didn't report, then they'd come to find her and that'd be even worse. So she stood there, and with gritted teeth carefully handed her child over to the healer for inspection.
Next came the saddlebag of coin. She would have had enough money to fully pay off Sanctuary if she hadn't had to pay the Cerulean to help find Ragnor's family. But this she hadn't minded. They sold horses, both adults and foals that well made up the difference. In fact, she liked to think she'd helped Ragnor from her foal money, not from Sanctuary's salary altogether with her healing and training. And if the Akalaks had any questions, Kavala kept excellent records. Her horses, in fact, she owned outright, so any profits on their sales belonged to her and her alone.
"I brought three thousand and one hundred Mizas. Between unexpected emergencies, employee salaries, and the operation expenses of Sanctuary, it didn't quite come to thirty-one hundred, but we had a great crop of foals this year, and I sold most of them off that I didn't want to keep for my breeding program. It was just enough. Things will be tight for a while, but next season we should be keeping the full profit and I'll be able to hire more folks, and possibly even keep more horses. In two seasons time, we'll be fully operating in the black with a tidy profit without these payments." She said thoughtfully, relieved when he pulled the book forward and there was no more red ink in it against her name. She'd heard stories that sometimes the Akalak Council would tack on debt just to keep a person in the region, things like security or education, training or even transportation. But Kavala had deliberately operated as independently as she could so that she could indeed.
Kavala watched the Akalak's eyes. He was a cold bastard, or at least his darker half was. She knew stories - they'd all been told them - how he'd personally hunted women down who had run after his decisions. In fact, there was a whole floor in the tower devoted to 'detainees' who were flight risks. Their patron's visited them there, though it was nothing more than purposeful rape. Kavala, if she cooperated, would have freedom that most Nakivak's didn't have. And she would have the illusion of free will. But the truth was that in two seasons time she'd have to lay down with whomever wanted her contract and break her vows to Hatot and Radris, loose her Cheva mark, and any semblance of the illusionary life she'd built around herself. Kavala's azure gaze went cold at the Akalak's words. Most women were rested a single season, ninety days, but he was generously giving her half a year.
Was it a reward? Kavala wasn't certain.
"How many children do I have to have for Riverfall? Two? Four? Is there anything but age that can remove this status? Do you know how hard it is for us? Do you understand that sometimes we come to care for the men who have our contract and get us with children? And your whole society teaches them once the duty is done, they need to walk away? I can understand you indebt Konti, but humans? How can you even let your fellow men go through so many deaths? It damages them. It even damages their children. Konti are stronger, Tuvos, and many would come to volunteer to help you. Go talk to Mura. Do a trade. Send some of your young men there, ask them to bring some of their young women here. Don't force anything on them, but young people will do what comes naturally and it will be successful. I promise. It doesn't have to be like this. I know I was dead anyhow, where I was. I know they made me a whore. But this is worse than that. You are educated, honorable, thinking men. They were beasts." Kavala said softly, tears rising in her eyes. She wouldn't cry though. He wasn't worthy of her tears.
"Hatot and Radris haven't even met Tasifal. I sent him a message when the child was born, but he's not even come to see him once. What do I tell him when hes older? Do I even get to keep him? Hatot said he signed papers so I could keep the child in my possession, but rules for Nakivak's are different than rules for Akalaks. So too is the law." There was a quiet rage in her voice.
"I love him, and still he doesn't come. I have his cheva mark, and once you give my contract to someone else, it will disappear because I broke my vow. Doesn't that mean anything? I don't want to break my vows, Tuvos. It had to mean something, because we made an Akontak together."Even as she made her argument, the child was returned and laid into a cradle so that the healer could impersonally inspect Kavala's body and find her fit. She hated the woman's touch, though the healer was gentle and compassionate, and hated too that Tuvos stayed for that part as well.
Then the gold bracelet that Hatot and Radris had so carefully constructed was cut off her wrist - for there was no way to remove it otherwise - and the other one affixed on - soldered shut and permanent. Kavala hated it immediately. With the gold, she belonged to someone and no one else had the right to look. With the silver, every one had the right to look and know that they could have her - willing or not - by just asking for her. And once that happened, she'd better be willing or else there were other ways, darker ways, that the Nakivak never talked about. She'd seen those ways though. Small rooms, only a single breeding bed, iron on the windows and door. They kept women there that were unstable due to mental trauma, unwilling, so they could be made use of rather than thrown away or allowed to die.
Oh, she'd breed for them. But next time she wouldn't let someone lure her in with a heart. When her rest was over, she'd go to the Cerulean or someone equally hard so there was no risk of caring, no feelings of abandonment, no wondering what was wrong with her that Hatot and Radris couldn't at least drop by and see Tasi. There was a quiet rage in her, one that was building. One child should have been enough. One Akontak, and they didn't want to let her go now? Instinctively she knew it would have been the same had it been an Akalak or Konti child. She'd had an easy birth, being in good shape, and they wouldn't let her go until she was too old. Kavala knew this instinctively. Over and over again she'd be put with men, forced to bear their children, and would never have the choice to do what she really wanted to do, if she was absolutely honest with herself.
Kavala wanted love. It was one of the reasons she had disliked Kashik so much when the woman had chased down and married her brother. Kashik had Vanator to care for her, take the pressure off, and he was a worthy man to chase after and ride side by side with through life. Under this system, Kavala had no right to pick someone for herself.
She had no right to fall in love and be there for just one person. Each time it would end, either the Akalak damaged and turning away or them being ripped away by an expired contract and a child that then had only one parent to raise it. Each time another would come in place of the one she'd began to care for. And the truth was she cared too much for them and even gave too much of herself to them to even be in this position. Nakivaks should be hard, healthy, and emotionally detached. Kavala was invested - deeply - and needing more than they were willing to give. And in her experience, they didn't return the love. They didn't know how. They couldn't.
Rage grew in her. It even surprised her how much it grew in her. She contained it while he gave his speech. She contained it while he afixed the silver back on her wrist. She even contained it when he dismissed her. But as she was walking out, and just before he disappeared, she could hold her tongue no more.
"No. I won't be seeing you in two seasons. When its time, just send them to Sanctuary. I'll do my duty, but I won't be your trained dog that will jump through all the hoops you assign for me. I have a child to care for and a facility to manage. I won't come back to this tower, Oathmaster. I won't be your slave. I won't subject myself to these inspections and pokings and prodding. I'm a healer, probably better than she is. I'll honor the debt I owe Riverfall and keep myself healthy. But no more of this. Its humiliating and unnecessary. Just send someone when a person comes forth interested after its time. I'll whore for him there, not here. I never want to see this place again, and I shouldn't have too." With that, she marched out - if Tuvos would let her - head stuck in the air and all the pride she could muster as a tired new mother, infant son clutched in her hands.