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mari wakes up, the room still blanketed in darkness, rubbing sleepily eyes, sits up with a jolt, blue eyes instantly alert as realizes that today is The day. The day of the FC Ceremony of her Master and the beautiful Lady Dahna is here at last. Jumps up quickly grabbing brief silk that had been thrown on the floor and slips over tousled hair, allowing the skimpy covering to glide across voluptuous hips, running tapered fingers quickly through golden locks as hurries out

reaching the kitchen, cries of happiness escape ruby lips, seeing kizzi, the kitchen slave, already hard at work tending the fire in the hearth, a rosy glow sweeping around the room, first light of dawn peeking through the windows, a new day beginning. mari reaches for 2 bowls and a jug of water then goes to the store room bringing out some stale sa tarna bread left over from the previous night. Together, they sit, eat breakfast and talk about what preparations are needed, having found a piece of rence paper and quill from Master's study, commences to scribble some notes

kizzi to finish the fire and light the oven, mari to start on the roasted bosk and sa tarna bread and prepare the tur-pah, says no need to go to the village as all the food, wine and drinks were delivered yesterday and everything listed as present and correct, need kizzy to check with Master Perky if the bosk and wagon can be brought round to the kitchen door to load the food and drinks for delivery to the Herlit, "right lets get started"

just at that moment, zana appears in the doorway saying Mistress Aneesha sent her to help with the chores, we run to hug zana, who looks a bit started. "Right" says zana, "what do you want zana to start with first?" mari looks at her list and says, "you and kizzi finish with the fire and oven, mari will do the joint and bread first, then the tur-pah"

mari goes into the store room, finds the canister of sa tarna flour and returns to the counter, takes a bowl and measures several cups of flour, adding salt and enough water to bind, with nimble fingers begins to mix the dough, thinking to herself so much to do!! grins and carries on kneading thinking what a good job she put her old silk on as looks down seeing it covered in flour. Small hands pull the dough into equal parts and shape into round flat pieces, scoring the bread into 8 segments, leaves to one side as waits for the oven to heat up, quickly wiping hands from sticky dough

needs to prepare the tur-pah which should have been left marinating overnight but it's so early mari thinks it will be ok. Goes into the store room and returns heavy laden with tur-pah and onions and begins to peel, cutting the tur-pah into small pieces and slicing the onions, tears streaming down tender cheeks as she does, reaches for a pot, adds a few pinches of salt and goes to the hearth, pouring hot water into the pan, adding the tur-pah and leaves to simmer, returning back to the table mixes the onion, garlic vinegar, salt peppercorns, water and oil into another pan, returns back to the hearth, leaving this also to simmer, wiping tender brow thinking phew this kitchen is heating up!!

mari makes her way to the cold room, tugging on the heavy door, heaving it open, rushes in feeling a cold whisper upon smooth skin as a cloud of white escapes vermilion lips, hurries to the large bosk joint, takes in slender arms, tiny body nearly buckling under the weight, carries it carefully back to the kitchen, kicking the door shut with long lithe limb, placing the joint on the counter. Shouts to kizzi to get the oven heated whilst drizzles oil, salt and pepper to season, over the meat, placing it in the biggest roasting dish she can find. Struggles over to the oven, asks kizzi to take one side as both girls lower to slide the dish into the hot oven, the heat instantly inflaming delicate face as soft cheeks burn

mari hugs kizzi saying gently, "it is going well, plenty of time yet, the sun has barely risen, let's see what else is to be done". Both sit huddled together checking down the list, mari takes the quill from behind her ear and ticks off the chores already done, "stuffed mushrooms and vulo puffs now kizzi". Hearing a noise at the door, they look up to see helga, the bonds maid from the Prancing Larl, grinning she says "Master Plartis has sent helga to help seeing as Master Aiken is such a good customer". mari and kizzi jump for joy thinking helga is the perfect person to check the drinks and ale while they attend to the food.

whilst kizzi shows helga the cold room and store room, mari see's zana stretching to reach a large jar on the top shelf, balancing on the counter to reach it, she slips. mari rushes over as zana falls backwards into mari's lap, both girls giggling on the floor as zana bursts out laughing, lifting up the unbroken jar in her hands. Laughing, zana gets up and carefully places the jar on the table and stretches out a firm hand to pull mari up. Still grinning they continue with their chores. Taking a rep cloth, zana removes the two simmering pots from the hearth, leaving them to cool on the stone floor and once cooled, spoons the tur-pah into the jar and pours the sauce mixture over the top. Covering with a rep cloth, heaves the heavy jar towards the cold room, mari runs over to open the door as zana struggles inside, shouting "wow its cold here, don't know how helga can stay in here so long"

as mari needs to go into the cold room, grabs a cape from the hook and takes it in, wrapping around helga's frozen arms, she turns smiling gratefully. mari picks up the cooked vulo meat, vulo eggs and bosk cream cheese and carefully carries them through to the kitchen, leaving on the table to fetch the flour, butter and nuts from the store room. Sighs softly as she checks all the ingredients, a tendril of blond curl tickling blushed cheek, pushes it back to begin her task. With nimble fingers begins by mixing flour and salt and reaching for a piece of waxed rence paper sifts into a bowl, pours water from the nearby jug into a pan, adding butter, moves to the hearth to place by the flame for the water to heat and butter to melt. Whilst waiting for that, checks the bosk joint, turning it in the oven, the hot oil splashing delicate skin, rushes swiftly over to the sink and dips arm into the cold water, a sigh of relief as the burn is only slight, goes back to the hearth, takes a rep cloth and returns back to the table with the pan of now heated water and melted butter. Adds the flour and beats vigorously, then one at a time adds the unbeaten eggs, beating once more, slave heart pounding and hand aching with all the beating finally the mixture is ready, taking a teaspoon, drops tiny mixtures onto an already prepared baking sheet, lifting the sheet in willowy arms carries it to the oven, placing it on the shelf below the joint, remembering to check on it in half an ahn

kizzi returns from the cold room, chilled to the bone muttering, "don't know how long helga can stay in there without turning into a popsicle", smiles as the warmth seeps through slave flesh starts to dance around the kitchen, twirling round, tousled curls bouncing with movement, humming softly, thinking how well everything is going and how kind people have been offering to help, looks to mari busying herself, smiles thinking she had better get moving too. Hurrying to the store room takes a handful of mushrooms and returns to the counter, wiping any dirt away with a rep cloth, pulls the mushroom stalks and slices, places the mushroom cups onto a tray, takes a pan adds some butter and goes to hearth to melt, checking the pastry for mari as she waits, removes the pan and hurries back to the table, nimble fingers grate sa tarna bread left over from this morning and cheese into a bowl, pouring the melted butter into the mixture and stirs, adds a spoonful to each mushroom, lifts the tray in willowy arms and moves carefully over to the oven and replaces the pastry with the mushrooms, shouting to mari that the pastry is cooked

mari hugs kizzi as she had forgotten all about them, turns seeing zana come out of the cold room shivering, rubbing her arms. Says to kizzi and zana that they can start clearing the kitchen and washing all the dishes, thinking to herself most of the cooking is done now, only the cold foods to prepare. Takes a tray and begins to prepare the filling, shredding the vulo meat, chopping the nuts, slicing the grapes mixing all together, stirring in the cream cheese, salt and pepper to taste, reaches across for the now warm pasty puffs and carefully slices the tops part way across then adds the mixture and folds back the lid, goes to the cold room with the carefully prepared vulo puffs and leaves on the shelf to chill, says to the girls "warm enough now?" both nodding, a warm glow on rosy cheeks

looking round the kitchen, mari sits down to check the list “all the cooking done now except for the cold food, the joint is all but done and the stuffed mushrooms won't take but a few ehn more. Tarsk ham is already cooked in the cold room, just needs slicing, and the fresh oysters and fruit only need preparing and plating ready to go”. kizzi checks the mushrooms and removes from the oven, noticing the joint is done to perfection, "mari the joint is done, come help to take it out" Each taking rep cloths carefully remove the huge joint and slowly carry it over to the table, the delicious aroma making them yearn with hunger

helga returns to the kitchen and hurries to the fire bending low to warm herself, turns to the girls saying "what a wonderful day this is going to be, the wine and kegs have been checked, everything is prepared, looks like there is enough food and drink to serve all of Gor" They giggle and hug each other, thanking helga for her help, waving to her as she departs. mari says to the two remaining slaves to carry on with the cold foods now and get the silver platters to lay out the food and once finished kizzi to go to Master Perky and have Him bring the wagon around to transport the food and drink

mari leaves the sweltering kitchen, enjoying the coolness in the hall as it caresses heated skin, runs tapered fingers down creased and dirty silks, grateful she hadn't put on her best one she was saving for the Ceremony, skips down the hall, curvaceous body dancing with joy, golden curls kissing shapely shoulders, peeks into each room ensuring that every one is clean and polished for Master's guests, the fragrance of flowers lingering throughout the House, thinking also how beautiful the Herlit is looking. It too, cleaned to perfection with flowers everywhere, with even the masts having flowers hanging down like a cascading waterfall of colour

returns back to the kitchen seeing kizzi has brought the massive ham joint out of the cold room and is carving the meat using a knife nearly as big has her!! laughing mari moves quickly to the cold room, taking a tray with her, pulling the door open, an instant blast of cold air covering smooth skin causing goosebumps, inhales sharply as hurries over to the fruit, selecting the apricots, melons, larma, ramberries, Ta-grapes and ka-la-na for the feast, grasping the heavy laden tray in dainty hands, closes the door with a swish of rounded hip and places on the table to prepare onto the platters, takes a small knife and slices one of the melons to accompany the spicy tarsk ham that kizzi has placed so lovingly on the platter, prepares the rest of the fruit and arranges it beautifully

kizzi washes the huge knife with great care in soapy suds, careful not to cut her hands, dries and starts to carve the fillet of bosk joint laying the slices onto another platter, whilst mari slices the sa tarna bread very thinly, so thin it looks like fine lace, and puts onto an elaborate patterned serving plate. Calls to zana, "we need to start taking the platters to the wagon, ask Master Perky to get a couple of guards to help him load the kegs, botas and bottles , the time is nearly upon us". The girls smile softly to each other thinking how beautiful today is turning out to be, slave hearts beating excitedly at thoughts of the forthcoming Ceremony

looking back at the list, mari ticks off the remaining things to do, "only the dessert, cheese and oysters now kizzi", she says. Moving around the kitchen, feeling the tensions float away, mari and kizzi go back and forth into the cold room, not even noticing the chill as with joyous hearts mari takes out the previously prepared trays of vulo puffs and stuffed mushrooms, delicately placing on the silver platters, and kizzi collects the oysters, left to the last to prepare, taking to the sink to wash the shells in cold water, going back into the cold room to collect the crushed ice that helga had so thoughtfully left in the cold room, returns and spreads ice on the platter with the oysters on top, slicing topsit to decorate around the shells

mari returns back into the cold room, leaving the door open cooling the heated kitchen, selects 2 large chunks of verr and bosk cheese and churned butter, shuts the cold room door with a kick of long toned limb, thinking it needs to be closed to keep the drinks chilled, places on the table reaching a sharp knife to cut the cheese into smaller pieces, adding to yet another platter, together with small bunches of Ta-grapes and ramberries, spoons the churned butter into a beautiful dish then hurries to the store room to find the fresh bread made early this morning, thinking 4 should be sufficient pulls apart the 8 segments of each bread adds to a large woven basket

finishing the oysters, kizzi dips hands in soapy suds to rid the fishy smell then hurries with delight to the store room thinking this is the best bit, the desserts!! mouth watering longingly as she recalls them being delivered freshly made from the bakery in village, looks wide eyed at the sugary delights, ramberry tarts, bosk cheesecake, verr cheesecake, and ramberry pie, dare she try a tiny taste? better not she thinks, and with tender care, carries each dessert back to the kitchen, resisting temptation, places each on exquisite patterned serving plates and with a sharp knife slices into individual portions, all preparations complete, the girls take the last of the platters and serving plates to the wagon where Master Perky is waiting with the wagon now stacked high with food and drink. A nod of approval and a smile from the usually strict face of Master Perky as he mounts the wagon, the girls watch as it moves off down towards the harbour...........time to party!