Summer 75, 512 AV The heat of the day, soaked into the bricks of the courtyard over the course of many hours, now leached out to fill the evening air with a sultriness that rested on the cusp of uncomfortable. In a few more hours, it would have faded to a more pleasant feel against the skin. But for now, Azur could wish that Syna was not quite so generous with her summertime attentions to their desert city. He walked past the central fountain in no particular hurry. The few patrons that had arrived since sunset were already being entertained by several of his co-workers. There might yet be others, arriving after the temperature had dropped enough to make travel about the city more tolerable. Thus he was obliged to be where he would normally be on any given evening when he wasn’t working outside the House. The courtesans would typically stay quite close to the main ground level area where guests were initially greeted and preliminary entertainment was provided. This was a long room that ran the full length of one side of the House, and was open to the courtyard. Here music, often accompanied by singing or dancing, provided a soothing atmosphere for the pleasure of the patrons. Azur had been taking his turn in the line-up, playing the small harp in a skilled way. Then he had been told to go eat his dinner, while another took his place. Heading back after his light meal of bread and fruit and fish, he thought he would prefer to dance for a while, to avoid the drowsiness that sometimes came with digestion. Instead, as he entered the Room of Gems, Nurra gave him a summoning look and he crossed to her, where she stood speaking to another of his fellow courtesans. “I have to see to something, in my office,” his mistress intoned, her voice holding an edge of irritation. “Watch the gate for any customers. I’ll be back in just a few minutes. If anyone arrives, you know what to do.” Azur made her a polite nod. It was perfunctory. Generally speaking, Nurra treated him more like an irascible, but much loved, grandson than her property. But, when he was so inclined, Azur could show her the respect due her position over him. “Sure,” he replied, more casually. “I think I can handle it.” He then gave her a mischievous grin, much more like his typical self. But she was already moving away with the young woman by her side, and Azur turned his attention to the gate that kept the undesirables out and created the illusion that here was a pretty, secure, tranquil oasis in the midst of the grandiose squalor of Ahnatep. He considered wandering over to chat with Meret, but he decided against it, knowing that Nurra frowned upon any of them neglecting their primary roles of attentiveness. There were hours enough for socializing. Evenings, though, were a time for work. Seating himself on the top of the two low steps leading into the room beyond, Azur rested his elbows on his thighs, his forearms crossed loosely over his legs, waiting patiently to see if another customer might arrive. |