Zoe’s meagre morning catch needed supplementing with dried meat and apples to satisfy the hungry mouths breaking their fast. Dione then ensured they were ready for the gallop through the Spur Gap, instructing them in no uncertain terms to stay near the cliff faces and ride beside the scree. Arising at daybreak the early start allowed them to reach the Spur Gap early morning second bell. Dione reminded them once again and then the race began.

Her stallion corralled some of her sisters into a tighter formation and they passed through Spur Gap cleanly, quickly as possible without incident or interruption. Reaching the Farm before dusk Dione rode ahead to prepare the Farmer for the number of surprise visitors requiring hosting in his barn. Dione assure him, to his relief they carried their own supplies to prepare their own meals.

The excess armour and weapons remained in the barn to join the existing hoard. The assassins appreciated the stockpile, inspecting much of the equipment, although choosing none.

Astera approached the Farmer at dusk to consider adopting the girl child with them into his family. He agreed to sleep on the decision overnight and decide in the morning.

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They formed up in the morning, Hagne and Korinna to ride in as pair of Single Seers seeking service with Charis the Young and later in the day Zosime and Alexis to follow the same plan. Both pairs were instructed to stable their horses in the Daughters of the Duchess’ Stable and wait.

Niobe, Ismene and Agape returned through the New Gate first, the Gate Captain recognising them and expressing his relief at their return, gone many days, with Death Season looming a single month away. The three young ladies hurried to the House.

Ismene rejoiced upon stepping through the elder’s Door, returning to home and her treasured duties. She surprised herself, her family’s lavishly appointed Manor House with abundant servants, a distant memory she no longer considered her home. This makeshift Leatherworker’s Shop transformed into the House of the Daughters of the Duchess, her home and if she did her job well, ensured everyone survived the next week, the next month and the next Season. Briefly hugging Clymene, she beelined to the Ground Floor Store Room first gathering a stylus and parchment to stocktake. Ismene needing to know if they were going to starve during Death Season or not, depending upon the supplies consumed during her absence!

Agape greeted Clymene next and then snuck off to the Kitchen trying to make herself small, like a servant, present and ignored, idly preparing a meal for the sisters about to arrive, a slow cooking, gently boiling stew they could partake of at their leisure.

Clymene greeted Niobe welcoming her home with an embrace, which Niobe didn’t readily release. Ismene and Agape about their own business leaving Clymene and Niobe to themselves.

Alone together, Niobe on her toes reaches up to cup the back of Clymene’s bald head with her hands and kiss her fully and thankfully, their matching rosebud lips crushing together.

“I wish to stand here embraced with you if I can Seer Sister, I am grateful for your belief and encouragement,” sent Niobe while exploring other areas of Clymene’s face and neck with butterfly kisses.

“If you wish to thank me fully, we have time, Ismene and Agape are occupied, the Coin Pair Sisters are beating each other up and the elder rescued the young twins from them taking them to wherever she disappears to.”

“I am feeling dirty … perhaps the baths?”

They smiled affectionately at each other as they broke their embrace and Clymene allowed Niobe to drag her to the Baths.

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The Farmer greeted Alcmene as she began saddling her horse, the young girl on one side, one of his many daughters on his other.

“She will be no trouble and my daughter will have a new playmate her age.”

“I am grateful, Charis has agreed, if you require some coin for food for her, perhaps one or two weapons sold from the barn would be acceptable,’ said Alcmene.

“It shouldn’t come to that but thank your young Mistress.”

Alcmene mounted and with a nod, rode to join Dione and Zoe as they trotted through the farm’s gate.

Alcmene, Dione and Zoe joined the trail from Oxrest and merged with the throng of travellers hurrying to the village at the foot of Hillperch. Leaving most behind they rode through the New Gate late in the afternoon, meeting the four assassins in the Stables, grooming their horses as well as their sister’s horses who arrived earlier. Alcmene contacted Clymene and Niobe to announce their arrival, confirming four extra beds, ready and available for their Assassin Sisters.

The group strolling to the House raised a few eyebrows, Alcmene, bald and dressed in her Seer Robe, surrounded by four, Single Seers, in their Seer Robes. The five escorted, by Dione out front, once a member of the Ladies Three and a Trapper Girl trailing behind.

Alcmene embraced her twin sister, crashing into her as she entered the elder’s room, Niobe in toe saving Clymene by bracing her from behind. Dione joined to form a four-sister hug. Niobe waved to Zoe and the Assassins, encouraging them to join in. Zoe accepted immediately, Zosime followed although embracing Alcmene specifically laying her head between Alcmene’s shoulder blades. The other three assassins remained back drawing their own conclusions and considering their future.

The assassin’s deliberations disrupted when the elder and the carpenter twins entered the elder’s room from the street. The twins pushed passed them and leapt on the pile causing it to collapse!

“Young fools, what if you injured one of them!” shouted the elder.

The pile unfolded with bodies, arms and legs splayed in every direction, the laughter deafening.

The elder scrutinised the three assassins and nodded.

“Fortunately, at least three are present with more sense, please help the fools up, I doubt my old bones will be up to the task.”

The elder a face they didn’t expect and not sure how or where she fit into the Daughters, although lacking any reason why not, they assisted and quickly those in the pile were upright and sharing individual embraces. Clymene, Alcmene and Niobe making the effort to embrace and welcome the three assassins regardless of their protests.

“Zoe please show our new Sisters to the White Room. Their bunks are prepared. Then perhaps a bath if they wish to wash the trail dirt from themselves, spare robes are on their bunks.”

“Yes, Seer Sister Clymene.”

Thais and Alexa left the House, awkward in the presence of the new Initiates, mature, hulking and reserved.

“We will visit the Master Carpenter and if needed resume our trade tomorrow, now everyone is back.”

The four assassins followed Zoe and once away, the sisters gathered around the elder’s table, tea prepared ready to drink courtesy of the elder’s initiative.

“Who is in charge, while Charis and Astera are away?” Dione said, with enthusiasm and directness.

“Not you young one!” said the elder, with a hint of derision.

“Why not? I protected those with me, scouted, guided everyone through the Spur Gap safely …” Dione’s words hung in the air until Alcmene responded.

“Helice informs me, during Helice’s and Astera’s absent, the Seer of the House, Clymene is in charge.”

“Helice? Clymene? How can I confirm, I’m not a Seer who could check!”

Dione’s challenge of an accepted truth stunned the three Seer Sisters seated around the table.

“Dione,” the elder tried to restrain herself, “if they were lying to you, all would know upon Charis’ return, they then shamed and probably expelled from the Daughters.”

As Dione opened her mouth to respond, the elder continued, to prevent her saying words she could later regret.

“It also stands to reason Dione, as the most proficient rider, mounted on a stallion with endless stamina you could assist Charis, being faster than any others presently in this House, therefore you could be on mission and absent.”

Dione’ mouth set a hard line and pondered the elder’s words instead of challenging them to the relief of the Seer Sisters who were still recovering from the weight of the initial accusation.

“Don’t reveal her words to Charis as she is young and keen, not ambitious or disloyal, agreed?” sent Clymene.

“Agreed sister, although Dione needs watching, she is … forthright and doubting … is probably the best way I can describe her now,” sent Alcmene.

“Maybe she is her Stallion’s twin?” sent Niobe.

“While I sense the humour in your comment sister, we need to investigate how the sun bathing of her Silver Ring affects her connection with her Stallion now,” sent Clymene.

Alcmene, Niobe and Helice agreed as one. Clymene then broke the silence.

“Ismene returned and immediately commenced a stocktake, I hope those of us who stayed behind haven’t consumed more than our due!”

“I will check with her later, we need to make sure enough feed is stored for the horses,” added Dione.

Clymene acknowledged Dione with a nod. Dione unaffected by her own outburst or the elder bringing her back into line.

“We need to sell at least one or two suits of armour for coin now as we don’t want to sell them all in one month and devalue them,” offered Alcmene.

“Who would best negotiate …”

Clymene didn’t finish as they nominated Ismene unanimously. Quartermaster, former Noble and coin counter, no Daughter better suited.

“Well, easy then. We need to lead the assassin sisters to their foretold future, to rediscover their Seer Skill. Seduction?” suggested Clymene.

“They are chaste, if they react poorly, we will lose them, and they are trained body and mind to kill, if they chose violence instead of their oath. Zosime is probably the key, we need to develop her Seer Skill and then demonstrate her success to the Assassins,” offered Niobe, gathering signs of appreciation from her peers around the table.

“A Single Seer with Seer Skill sits with us,” Dione pointed across the table at Niobe, “why don’t we demonstrate with Niobe, to the four of them?”

“Demonstrate in front of them sister,” sent Helice to Alcmene.

“Zosime is close to reawakening and we could coach her, train her in front of our Assassin Sisters and then demonstrate, even a single word sent, a powerful demonstration,” pondered Alcmene, aloud.

“Then we are decided Seer Sisters?” asked Dione.

“Yes, I will relay our plan to Helice and we should probably ensure no other Initiates are invited to join with Death Season approaching, we may make Ismene’s task impossible if we do.” Clymene watched her three sisters leave, communicated to Helice and then waited.

“You were right to proceed with caution, the assassins are mature women, trained to a finger width of their lives and they slink like cats unconsciously, second nature. They were dangerous when our enemy and no less dangerous now oath sworn, and you are about to challenge truths they still hold dear. Their entire Temple lives!” said the elder.

“The Mistress has assigned this task to me and I will not fail her, although I won’t tempt fate and act stupid either. Zosime is the key though as Niobe wisely pointed out and we need to ensure her education is fruitful and results in success first time.”

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Charis pushed her sisters and the Seer until beyond dusk, the tradition of encamping before dusk imposed due to lack of light, the Borrow Stones alleviating the restriction.

“We will camp, the darkness completely obscures the trail,” announced Charis, for the Seer’s benefit.

“Didn’t night fall a bell ago?” the Seer shouted into the night not sure where Charis now rode.

“My eyes are sensitive to the Judge’s piercings in the night sky,” lied Charis.

While they chatted Helice started a fire beside the trail and with the firelight cast, the travellers spread out their camp rolls nearby.

“How did you collect the wood quickly in the dark of night?”

Helice laying in her camp roll, faced the Seer and spoke her well-practiced response.

“During our brief rests I collected ample fire wood and having lit many fires in the past, I am proficient in stacking the wood and striking a flint with my eyes closed.”

“Well, so disappointing, I mistook your dallying behind for checking to detect if we were being followed and became reassured due to it.”

“We’re always observant, particularly when collecting firewood, so your assurance isn’t misplaced. All is well, sleep. At dawn we ride,” commanded Charis.

Charis exhaled as the Seer bolted upright at the waist.

“You set no night watch! Miserable end, slain in our sleep!” said the Seer, reacting dramatically.

“We are exhausted, out rode any following and not encountered any ahead of us, the trail has no other travellers, sleep Seer Elpis, all is well.” Charis placed alerts around the camp in the dark under the pretence of finding a place to urinate and trusted in them.

+++

Charis allowed the sisters to break their fast on cold iron rations and water. After surveying the land around their camp, Charis confirmed to her relief they camped well beyond the Lonely Keep side of the trail turnoff to Clayvale. Everyone knew it existed, no one spoke of the village and the single person she knew, possibly from there, a happy go lucky youth. A youth now slain due to her inability to at least act brave when he needed her to.

“Are you well Mistress?” enquired Astera.

“Recalling my former life, returning always … a burden.”

Astera briefly hugged her and continued packing her horse in preparation.

They arrived at the Lonely Keep after dusk and Charis decided the Inn would shelter them tonight. Surprisingly, with no food or other valuables held inside, Charis found the Inn in the same condition as they left the building except for additional dust. Helice stirred the fireplace to life and with the light provided they ‘camped’ in the Main Room. Charis placed alerts in any case.

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As the House occupants broke their fast Alcmene, Clymene and Niobe prepared their meal. In celebration they prepared several roast chickens in the oven with apples and pears as sides. The frequently released roasted chicken aroma from the ovens designed to attract hungry risers to the Kitchen.

Thais and Alexa broke their fast at dawn and bolted now able to return to the Master Carpenter. As expected, the assassins consumed their meal together at a shared table. The coin pairs likewise. Dione, Zoe, Ismene and Agape formed a final quartet.

Ismene asked Kyra and Nysa to escort her while she fetched a suit of armour from the farm to hawk about town. Dirce and Drosis resumed training. Zoe and Agape requested permission to hunt outside the town walls and while concerned, Clymene agreed as Dione volunteered to find them after caring for the horses at the stable.

Once most of the Daughters finished breaking their fast, a hush settled over the kitchen. The newest Initiates remained at their table in quiet conversation. Clymene relieved, the assassins included Zosime at their table, maybe they still trusted her, begrudgingly it seemed as they probably considered her a ‘loose’ woman. Her Seer Sisters agreeing now is the time.

Niobe strolled over to their table and upon her approach their conversation stopped.

“Is there a task for us sister?” asked Hagne, her lip piercing distracting Niobe for a moment.

“For Zosime yes, although I invite you to observe and witness,” the three assassins began to push their chairs back, their intention clear, their assumption false, “as I teach her to reach for her Seer Skill.”

Clymene enjoyed their sudden pause and interest, hope, their eyes shone for a moment. Every Seer thought Seer loss meant the end, you lost your twin and forever forbidden to fulfil your life purpose to Saph. Alcmene didn’t send to her twin, she clasped her hand, excited and hopeful.

“Why am I selected, why not my assassin sisters?”

Niobe picked up curiosity, possibly. She decided there wasn’t any hostility, encouraged she continued.

“You, due to circumstances, for example the Mistress’ healing, are more open and able to, erm accept and embrace the training.”

Zosime cast her eyes quickly over her assassin sisters and to her relief discerned no hate.

“How to start?” Zosime asked shyly, bravely.

“We need contact,” Niobe shook her head as Zosime untied her Seer Robe, “which is best, head to head and more comfortable if we lay down opposite each other, the tops of our heads together.”

Clymene spied the three assassins, a satisfaction across their faces. They were expecting something else entirely, as did Zosime, although she entertained the alternative willingly, perhaps eagerly? The Seers discussed the “technique”. They wanted to deviate from Temple teachings, while substituting a credible alternative. They needed to include touching since as a conduit it facilitated the Seer connection, the touching needed to avoid any possible sexual interpretations.

Alcmene laid out two camp bed rolls, carefully prepared for this moment in the Kitchen as they didn’t want any pause or delay. She then invited Zosime and Niobe to lay on the bed rolls, the top of their heads touching.

“When I rediscovered my Seer Skill it was at night, I suggest you close your eyes and return to your peaceful place, follow your Temple Training and signal when achieved,” requested Niobe softly.

“Yes, I continued to attain my peaceful place to console myself of my loss and to prepare before missions,” Zosime responded quickly. Zosime didn’t intend to reveal any information, surprising herself when she did, trying to comprehend why. Nerves perhaps.

“Form your link, without your twin there will be an untethered flailing sensation, lost and unguided and at this moment unfortunately normal. Stay strong sister!”

Clymene noticed as did everyone else the tears forming and flowing down Zosime’s cheeks. Without suffering Twin loss Clymene couldn’t appreciate the deep-down loss. Helice flashed a brief bitter sentiment occasionally and Clymene instantly, selfishly filtered their contact to avoid it.

“Yes.” A single word laced with emotion a potent reminder of her years of suffering.

“With your link formed, imagine and push out from your mind, recall your Seer training and visualise, seek beyond.” Clymene struggled to find the right words, every Seer pair invented their own descriptions around their Seer Skill, the Temple tried to develop a common language, with known descriptions and meanings. Success assured of course if all Seers could connect and compare, alas connections existed between Seer Twins and no further.

“I can’t escape my mind without my Seer Twin, our blood link, our familiar path to travel, you ask the impossible …”

“Your belief in impossible is preventing your possible. When you orgasmed you found many Seers, how is what you did then impossible now?” Niobe bore witness, as everyone else in the room did, as Zosime glowed deep red, her face, her neck and her chest and possibly lower her light brown skin camouflaging the strongest of it.

“I was possessed by an urge, the Mistress, umm, even now, remembering, drives me to want her and when I couldn’t sate my carnal urges upon her I by necessity needed to find others.” Her admission repelling her assassin sisters as they shifted, squirming in their chairs.

“You found me, didn’t you? Find me again, search for me beyond your mind, through the bone of your skull and your raven black hair.”

Zosime’s brow knitted and her eyes squeezed tighter. Alcmene tried to conceal her concern, Seer Skill wasn’t a physical manifestation, it required the application of your mind, how was the Single Seer trained? Would this defective training ruin their plans?

“Niobe, she is contorting her face, instruct her to apply her mind, her imagination and her will.”

Alcmene’s contact interrupted Niobe, her proficiency still developing, although no harm done as Zosime struggled on.

“Zosime, relax your face, relax your body, they are irrelevant. Your mind is required nothing else, imagine the outcome, you are reaching outside of your mind, outside of your skull, and will it so.”

The facial struggle continued and then like cold water on a fire, ceased. Her face peaceful.

“I search, I search outside my mind!”

“Calm. Calm yourself, you are doing well.”

“Yes, Sister.”

“Seek me, you discovered me when you sent your orgasm to me, you blasted my loins and shattered my mind with your release of overwhelming pleasure, magnificent and I savoured every heartbeat it endured.”

“Sister I sense a darkness …”

“Wait … is the darkness shrinking?”

“Yes, Sister?” Zosime’s brow crinkled in confusion.

“You found me, join with me sister, join and become one, find me as your Seer Sister and savour our union.”

“Arrgh … “

“Can you hear me Zosime, Seer Sister?”

“Yes, Yes, Yes this is amazing. Why couldn’t you connect with me?” Zosime stopped breathing. Her elation overriding the base involuntary action, her loneliness over? Her loneliness over, she rolled the words over in her mind, trying to accept them as truth. Did this mean the Goddess Saph would be within her reach? Niobe is her twin now? Have they replaced their twin sisters? No, Zosime knew her twin loss, a deep grievous scar. What did this link mean though?

“I will answer if you ask with your voice, this is an education for some.”

Niobe’s request alarmed her, sensible though, what would her assassin sisters believe?

“Oh, yes, now your devious plan is revealed, clever.”

“Why couldn’t you contact with me Niobe Seer Sister?”

“You didn’t pleasure me, to release to you, therefore I couldn’t find you. Your Seer Twin possesses a blood link with you from birth. While no one is sure, when we orgasm and share, we return to our Seer Training and conditioning, we try to connect, unguided it blasts from us and if a Seer is pleasuring us, they will catch part of the blast and establish a familiarity. Our concern …”

“This is an ACT you memorised the words!” shouted Hagne, her chair kicked back as she sprung to her feet.

Clymene replied in soothing words, soft and suggestive. “Sister. Scribe with the stylus upon the parchment at the table next to you to write a message for Zosime to read. If they are Seer Skilled connected, Niobe will repeat your message word for word.”

Clymene stared Hagne in the eye, challenging her, inwardly the Seer’s stomach churned, realistically Hagne’s powerful frame capable of grievous injury to anyone in her way.

Alexis took up the stylus and wrote on the parchment, handing it to Zosime.

“Sister, a trick, a Magician’s cheap parlour trick, don’t encourage them!”

Alexis grimaced and caught Hagne, an open hand on each of Hagne’s shoulders, as she finished her denial.

“I lost my Seer Twin, been deceived by a false Watcher and trained to a false purpose instead of serving the Goddess. I need to confirm for myself if this is fake or true and I will test them until I am convinced one way or the other. I want release from my torment, my loss and I won’t allow your fear of possible salvation deter me!” Alexis’ face heated, rosy red cheeks on fair skin and both her hands now gripping daggers, swiftly drawn, unnoticed by those fixated upon her impassioned words.

“Sister sheathed your daggers,” asked Korinna, calmly, eyeing them watchfully.

Alexis snapped out of her heated state, quizzically registered the weapons in her hands and swiftly released them to their scabbards.

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to threaten. I will write a new message in case some sleight of hand happened during my distraction.” Alexis raised her eyebrows in askance.

“Certainly,” said Clymene.

The stylus scurrying across parchment the single eerie noise in the Kitchen and when done the parchment handed to Zosime.

“Don’t open your eyes yet Zosime, our connection is feeble, new, like a baby beginning to walk. Settle back into your peaceful place while maintaining our link.”

“Yes, sister I am there.”

“Place the parchment directly in your line of sight, you need to see it and nothing else when you open your eyes and you need to prepare your mind for the distraction of eyesight. For a reason lost in time the Temple teaches us to close our eyes, to improve our skill. I am sure when you practiced dagger skills you did a few hours training in the rain or mud to prepare you to fight when the weather isn’t always sunny and fair!”

“Yes, I see the parchment, the words are …”

Her fists crash into the floor on either side of her body, startling her sisters.

Niobe spoke an immediate response. “The connection is lost, no more no less, did your first strike with a dagger match your skill now? Time and practice, we can try again if you aren’t exhausted.”

“You did enjoy exploring my body did you not? I sensed your appreciation for a particularly muscle-bound region?”

Niobe, shuddered, her loins responding to the memory, licking her lips to break the thought and return to purpose.

“Yes,” Niobe said, hoarsely.

“Again then, Alexis a new note please.” Clymene twigged, comparing Zosime’s dagger learning to her Seer Skill relearning provided her with confidence, the assassins were trained to repetitive perfection year after year. Where would such disciple lead to with Seer Skill training?

Zosime and Niobe Seer linked, Zosime opened her eyes and the link failed. When Niobe suggested they start again after a meal and a rest, Zosime refused. Two bells tolled, and many attempts failed and then sweet success. The link nearly failed again after reading the parchment, except Niobe called Zosime to relax, accept victory, calm.

The three assassins, attracted by Niobe and Zosime’s scream of success, returned to the main event, interested once again.

Alcmene, Clymene and Niobe spoke as one.

“It will take more than a simple magician parlour trick to convince Hagne!”

“Alcmene, yes Alcmene spied the note when Alexis handed it to Niobe!” Hagne accused, pointing her finger at each Seer in turn.

“Perhaps we erred with our display of Seer sharing. Zosime and Niobe break your link, on second thoughts try to maintain your link as you transfer to the Meeting Room. Alexis can write her note, show it to Zosime. Niobe will call us into the Training Room and we will repeat the written words together,” suggested Clymene, exhaling at the end of the speech.

Zosime and Niobe smiled eagerly relishing the challenge. They leant against each other Seer chatting, coordinating their efforts and taking small steps, embracing, joined at the hip, to reach the Meeting Room, Alexis assisting by opening the door. The ‘comforts’ of the room, causing her to pause before shaking it off and entering. The head joined pair found a comfortable section of fur lined floor to lay upon, with Niobe facing the door side to prevent any accidental viewing of the parchment. Hagne and Korinna followed shortly after and dubiously eyed the room also debating if they should enter it!

Alexis showed Zosime the next message and then laid it down out of sight of the doorway. With no prompting from either assassin, Alcmene and Clymene appeared at the Meeting Room door and as one with Niobe spoke.

“If this is successful, I will train my ass off to return as a Seer serving Saph!”

Hagne, Korinna and Alexis plonked back into the one of the lounges in the Training Room equal parts defeated, flabbergasted and covetous.

Clymene rushed the explanation taking advantage of their condition. “We currently hide two Single Seers, Niobe is one Seer you have met, the other is Helice. You Zosime, if you continue your training, our third. A concern troubled us, being long separated from your Seer Twin, we weren’t convinced your Seer Skill would surface again, although we suspect your assassin training techniques assisted, a possible explanation at least.”

The balancing of Seer separation with assassin training technique a desperate and timely find.

Clymene continued, convinced the assassins digested the meaning. “Single Seers to rediscover their Seer Skill, requires laying with their sisters sending and receiving their pleasure.”

There done, plain and simple the necessary actions and techniques. Their body language difficult to interpret, probably assassin training, although Hagne did stir uncomfortably on the lounge. Could easily be itchy bottom and mean nothing.

Clymene paused to allow her words to sink in as the promise would challenge their life view, one learnt; the Temple’s major taboo and the other innate; their personal sexual preference. Women typically laid with men, not another woman, although Charis’ theory of sexual repression in the Temples of Saph explained the acceptance of an alternative if the reward offered, life changing enough. With the assassins deep in thought, Clymene sent a message to Alcmene and Niobe, it was time for them to leave.

“We’ll leave you to confer with each other. Also, no pressure or expectation to disregard your beliefs or taboos to remain a Daughter of the Duchess, your assassin skills contribute beyond measure,” Clymene finished as she shut the door to the Meeting Room.

Clymene considered divulging more information and choose not to, sometimes more wasn’t helpful she decided. Such as a Seer’s belief, laying with a woman is a taboo, which could help in a reverse way. She suspected when the assassins first orgasmed, they would suffer embarrassment and wouldn’t scream and reveal their fallen, wanton weakness by breaking this sacred taboo, they should release using the single silent path available to them. Their dormant Seer Training calling upon their non-existence Seer link. After all, training is done to ensure when you are panicked your actions follow your training not the instinctive, fight, flight or freeze response. As a theory Clymene accepted reality would prove it either right, wrong or somewhere in between.