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Abraxes
May the gods and goddesses of our people bless the readers, especially
those I love.
My name was Abraxes, and I was a slave. Despite this, the gods blessed me
beyond all measure, and I will die as a member of the nobility. For my
children, and their children, I wish to record what happened, so they may
know how that happened, and thank the gods and goddesses who brought such
joy into my life. The account I must relate is strange, stranger than any
other I have heard of, but I swear by all our gods and goddesses that it
is the truth.
I must first recount how I became a slave. My father had become indebted
to a moneylender named Adiano. Our whole family was threatened with
slavery. Desperate, my father took me and my twin sister Aleda to a rival
of Adiano's, a nobleman named Argyro.
He offered both of us to Argyro, My sister as a bride, and me as a
servant, in exchange for the cancelling of the debt. Lest someone reading
this think less of my father, he had done what he could to save us both.
If we had fallen into the hands of Adiano, we would have suffered abuse
and quite possibly rape.
Being male would have not protected me, as I was often regarded as being
too pretty for a boy.
On top of that, my father had gotten an oath from Argyro that we would be
treated well, and that he would not sell us to anyone without getting the
same promise of protection from them.
My new master soon proved a man of his word, and he allowed me to
continue my studies in reading, writing, and mathematics, and I was
permitted to see my sister often.
My sister had only begun her female cycle the year before, and had been
frightened of him at first, despite his promise, but after we had been in
his household for a few months, she was able to assure me that Argyro was
treating her very well, teaching her all the skills she needed to be a
nobleman's wife, and she also said to me that the man was a gentle and
generous lover.
Within a year of our arrival, we both had settled nicely. Despite my
youth, I was already being regarded as the most important servant, and my
sister was glowing as she was expecting her first child.
Then, my master was summoned to the palace of the king of our city, in
celebration of a birthday of his son, the prince. It was a sign on how
far I had risen in his eyes that he had me come with him.
The prince turned out to be the same age as myself, and more than once
during our visit, I caught him looking at me in a way I had become
familiar with.
Because I seemed somewhere between male and female, many people saw me as
exotic, desirable. And these people included members of both sexes. But
due to the high standing of my master, most were content with just
looking. But for the first time, I was in the presence of someone who
could take me, if he truly wished, and I was unsure how to respond.
I was not the only one who noticed, for after a great deal of wine had
been consumed, the king said "It is a pity your servant is a boy. If he
were a woman, she would be a perfect bride for the prince"
"He wants my servant, he can have him" my master slurred.
So that is how I came to be the personal servant of the prince.
At first I was very frightened. I had no recourse if the prince chose to
use me, unless I favoured dieing. But, to my relief, he demanded nothing
other than I talk with him on the subjects that I had become well versed
in.
Regardless, I only really relaxed when a year later a bride was found for
him, and it was clear from the first that the marriage was more than one
of convenience. In fact, the two of them were very much smitten with each
other, and I no longer feared losing my virginity against my will.
Soon, she gave birth to a daughter, and despite the fact that the house
would have preferred a male heir, the simple fact that the prince's wife
had been able to get pregnant so quickly and had been able to bring the
child to term without difficulty was regarded as a good omen.
Sadly, the joy in the house was short-lived, for before the baby was a
year old, the king died, and we all went into mourning, especially the
prince. But he had duties to perform, and soon had taken the crown for
himself and began his own reign.
Those were busy times for me, for he had me performing many duties,
including scribe, accountant, and personal servant to the new king. My
appearance caused much confusion to visitors who came to the palace, a
fact that the king seemed to delight in. In fact he commanded me to make
myself look as feminine as possible when I served his guests, but to
reveal my true sex on command.
Dear children, do not judge him too harshly for this, as I believed there
was a different motive than the one he gave in public. He was a man who
noticed things others missed, and I am sure he also knew such clothes
pleased me, and by making it seem that it was a punishment, he removed
any chance that I would be held guilty for my desires.
But then things changed. It started with a message from the other kings
of our people. It was, in fact a summons. To war.
The old king had made treaty with the other leaders, and now that
commitment was to be honoured, as my lord was told to make preparations
for battle, as part of a great league that had not been seen to that
time.
As was custom with our people, the king went to an oracle, and was told
that the only way to win the upcoming war was to find a great hero, who
was in disguise nearby.
So the king gathered his soldiers, and we headed to the place that the
oracle said the hero was supposed to be. He took me with him, and
surprisingly, he left his wife in charge, rather than appoint a man.
But his queen was well-loved, and she would have good advisors as well,
and so there was little objection.
Soon, we approaching the spot where we were supposed to go, and saw that
it was a small citadel dedicated to all the goddesses of our people. The
Protector of the citadel came out to meet us, and the king smiled, being
convinced that soon he would have the hero and we could be on our way.
The oracle had told the king that hero would be in the family of the
Protector, and it required little convincing on the king's part to get
the man to bring his family out to the courtyard.
Then the king's smile faded when he saw the family of the Protector.
Except for the Protector and his very young son, they were all girls.
"Are all these your daughters?"
"Not by blood, your majesty. It is one of my duties as Protector to take
in girls who have no families, or have been abandoned by them. They
become my daughters until they either find husbands or give vows to one
of the goddesses to remain virgins."
"And what about boys?"
"There is another citadel a day's travel southward that does the same for
boys that we do for girls"
After the king had dismissed them, he went to the oracle and came back
and said to me "The hero we seek is disguised as one of the daughters of
the Protector."
"And the oracle is sure of this?"
"Yes. I might have doubted, but my experience with watching you fool some
of my guests tells me that it is certainly possible."
"How will you learn which one it is?"
He smiled.
"I have an idea ..."
The next morning he sent his men out to find presents for the family of
the Protector. Soon, they had returned with dresses and shoes and
jewelery fit for the most noble of women.
I found myself staring at the finery with much sadness. I had rather
enjoyed my "performances" dressed in such clothes for the king's guests,
but on this mission I was made to look as much like a man as was
possible, for we were expecting to be in battle.
Then the king brought out a most unusual set of gifts.
"I had these prepared to give to the hero when we found him"
It was a complete set of armour, equal or even better than the kings own,
with a shield, and sword, all of the best make. The king then placed the
set in the piles of clothing and such that were to be presented to the
children of the Protector.
He summoned the Protector and his family, and told them that each of his
daughters could pick a gift from the pile as their own. Girl after girl
helped themselves to dresses, shoes and accessories. Then one girl
stepped forward, and without hesitating, picked the armour.
At that, the king stood up, and said "You are the hero we have been
looking for. Come with us, and help us achieve victory, and receive glory
thereby."
"Father, may I go?" she said to the Protector.
"Go. And have my blessings. May you succeed in all you do, my daughter."
That evening there was a great feast of celebration, but I had little joy
in my heart. The king said to me "I know when you are sad, my servant,
and I believe I know why. But I want to hear you say it."
I burst into tears, and said "That hero is a fool! She, he, had the best
of lives, and I would give all the wealth in the world to be a daughter
of the Protector, and yet she, he will give it up to act like a MAN."
"Do you truly desire to be the daughter of the Protector?" the king said
gently.
"Yes, my king. With all my heart. But I am yours, and I will serve you as
best as I am able."
"Then it will be so." he said, and my heart leaped within me.
He summoned the Protector once more, and said "I am off to war, and I am
taking your one daughter with me. To repay you for that, I am giving you
my servant to take her place. I give you my sternest command, that you
treat him as one of your daughters until and unless he chooses otherwise.
He has served me well, and this is his wish"
The Protector said "As you command, my king." he turned to me and stated,
"The life of a woman is not an easy one, not even for the daughters of a
Protector. But I give you my word that you will be treated no less than
any of my other daughters, if that is in fact what you wish."
"I thank you, my lord. I give you my word that I will not disappoint you
nor bring shame to your house, but will always act as your daughter."
"Then you may come into my house and be under my protection, daughter."
I fell to my knees and kissed the feet of the king. "How can I possibly
show my gratitude, my king?"
"Live well, and fulfill your word. And pray to the goddesses that I may
succeed in this war, and return safely."
"I will pray daily, my king, that you be guarded over, and be rewarded
for your kindness to me."
The protector took my hand, and asked "What is your name, daughter?"
"I have been called Abraxes, my lord Protector"
"Seems the wrong type of name for a daughter in my house. As your father,
I have the right to name you, and I choose to call Ecorda. For you have
been given to us as a gift, and I foresee that you will be even more of a
gift in times to come."
"I am honoured, my lord, but you say you foresee. Do you have the gift of
the oracle?"
"Sometimes the goddesses of our people permit me to see."
"Then I will do all I can to earn the name."
Soon, it was time for the king to go, and I said my goodbyes and went
into the citadel to begin my new life. At first, the other daughters were
leery of me, but as they watched me become more confident and secure in
my role, and it was clear I was not mocking them, they accepted me as a
sister.
Several years past, and things had settled into a routine. The only
sadness I felt was when one of my sisters got married, for even though I
was happy for them, I felt I would never have any such companionship in
my life. For, what man would want one such as I, except to use and leave
behind? Who would ever love someone like me?
So it was that I was completely taken by surprise when the heir to the
Protector asked for my hand. He told me he had fallen in love with me,
almost from the day I entered the citadel, and he had finally consulted
his father as what he should do.
Apparently, his father laughed, and said "What you would have done if she
was any other woman, son! Marry the girl!"
So I became his bride, and my joy knew no bounds, and at our ceremony, my
new husband said, "My father called you Ecdora, and as he foresaw that
that day, you have become a gift in our house. For I can think of no
other way to describe you make me feel on this day"
As for me, I felt the same of him.
And more.
We found one of the handmaids to act as my surrogate for producing
children, and I was blessed to discover that she was not only doing it
because she was commanded, but because she had grown fond of me.
When she became pregnant, I sat and talked with her for hours on end on
what it felt like, and although we each had cause to feel envy of the
other, me because no life would ever come from me, and her for giving up
the child and hearing her child calling me mother, we could neither of us
feel anything but happiness for the other instead.
And now, you know the truth. My husband and I lived have many years in
bliss, and in his turn he became the Protector of the citadel, and I have
lived to see my grandchildren, but at last I have come to the end of my
life.
My husband is now gone, and I am ready to part from this world in peace.
There are many stories among our people as to what happens to us after we
die, but no matter the truth I can only be grateful for everything I have
been given.
I am tired now, and I believe I am able to write no more, so I will take
my rest, and pray you who read this think well of me.
May the gods and goddesses who blest me bless you all.
Ecdora.
I, the son of this great woman, having found this letter among my
mother's things after her passing, can only add a few words for my
children to read.
Although not a woman born, she fulfilled the duties wife, mother, and
Lady of the house better than most who had what she lacked, and what
greater praise could I give her than that?
I pray to all the gods and goddesses of our people that wherever her
spirit may be, she is now complete in her womanhood, and is being
rewarded for all she did here.
I miss her already.
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