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The Mercy of Sarabande
by C

Sarabande was an orb-weaver, one of those quietly efficient fairy-killersfor whom long-suffering humans are always grateful. Now fairies are too cleverfor a spider web that sits there, plainly visible, week after week. So Sarabandeused a special silk, invisible to fairies until it was too late. What's more,she built five new webs every night, always in different places from thoseof the night before. She'd then spend the day going from web to web. If theyhad caught anything, she'd take it back with her to her home, a big, permanentweb, visible to all. There she put her victim, or victims, on display, nextto whatever unfortunates had been captured earlier. This was a deliberate advertisementto the neighborhood: I'm here, and we're likely to meet .At the end of each day, before she built her new webs, she tore down all fiveof the old ones. She wouldn't have the time to check them along with her newconstructions, and she wasn't about to catch food for someone else.

Some days (too many days), the webs stayed empty all day long. Most other days,she found one or two fairies trembling and crying in her traps. Every now andthen, she enjoyed a windfall. This is the story of one of her stranger windfalls.

Part I

It was a bright but cool day in early Spring. Fairies are intent on lovemakingfrom Spring through Summer, so Sarabande had high hopes as she started herfirst circuit of the webs. Why? A fairy in love is a careless fairy, and thereforemuch more likely to come a cropper. Furthermore, in the mating season fairiesget careless together, so she had a chance of catching two with one cast. Andthese two would be lovers. As everyone knows, a spider who drains a pair oflovers draws twice as much nourishment as she would from two who haven't coupled.With a little luck, it could be a wonderful day.

The first two webs were empty. When she came to the third, she almost cheeredout loud. There, frantically struggling in the gluey strands and weeping forall they were worth, were a girl and boy! They were face to face; clearly theyhad been flying in a tight clinch when they blundered into the trap. She wasa brunette, with pale blue wings; he a blond, with wings of bright red. Shewore a white halter-top and black high heels; he wore a bottle-green shirtand matching knee-length boots. Otherwise they were naked. When they saw Sarabande,they both screamed, and their kicking and thrashing grew even more frantic.The girl's nipples were stiff and pressing hard against her halter-top; theboy had a pronounced erection. Both knew just what sort of bed Sarabande hadprepared for them.

The spider wasted no time: she jumped onto the web and dashed over to the fairiesbefore their struggles could damage it any further. Then, deftly frustratingtheir efforts to kick her, she bent down and bit each victim on the groin.They screamed again, and the boy ejaculated. It took just moments for Sarabande'svenom to do its work: her victims trembled violently, gasped a few times, andthen lost consciousness. When they were completely still, Sarabande disentangledthem from the web. Then she bound each with tight wraps of silk: one aroundthe waist and arms, and another just above the knees. Next, she stuck themto her back with more silk. She now went on to inspect the remaining webs.Her first circuit completed, she brought the girl and boy back to her headquartersand lined them up right next to each other. Two lovers! shesaid to herself. Two lovers!

When the day-long tour of the webs was done, and when she had pulled down theold and put up the new, Sarabande returned home. The fairies were still unconscious,so she tapped their feet with her palps to wake them up. Groaning, they slowlycame to. When they saw her, they screamed once more and struggled fruitlesslyfor a time against their silken restraints. Then they just cried.

"That's the spirit," said Sarabande. She was trying to decide whose genitalia she would puncture first. Her victims were both very pretty, with soft lashes (now tear-soaked) and delicate, feathered antennae, something like a moth's. The girl had full, shapely breasts that trembled nicely beneath her top. Her hips and tummy were well rounded without being flabby. Her groin was accented by a little brown V, beaded with a few clear drops of fay honey. The boy was lean and well-muscled. Blond curls, just like those on his head, crowned his pouch and spur. The spur could not be any stiffer; as the spider watched, it spouted a jet of cream, and the boy whimpered as it did. He was trembling just as invitingly as the girl.

While Sarabande mulled over her choices, the girl spoke. "M-may I saysomething, M-mistress?"

"Make it quick," said the spider.

"I've heard . . . I've heard that sometimes . . . your kind shows mercy to virgins."

Sarabande exhaled sharply. "Sometimes," she said. "And whatdoes that have to do with you two?"

"I know that . . . spiders can test these things. Athanaric and I (my name's Wendy, by the way) were having our first embrace when we . . . w-when we . . . . " And she began to cry once again.

Sarabande let the girl get it out of her system. Then she spoke. "Thekey word here is 'sometimes.' And our mercy, when we choose to give it, issomething you may later regret. I can't stress that enough: you may come toregret it bitterly. And I'll test both of you first. If you're lying to me,I'll be very cross. Do you understand everything I've said?"

The girl and boy both nodded frantically. "Very well," said the spider.

The test began with Wendy: very gently, Sarabande slipped her right palp intothe girl's pussy. At once, Wendy began to shriek. "Oh stop it!" snappedthe spider. "You can't imagine how much this'll hurt if you've lied." Ittook just a bit of prodding to confirm the truth of what the fairy had said.

Then came the boy's turn. Sure enough, his foreskin had never been retracted.He yelped as Sarabande tugged it back now.

"Hmmph," said the spider. "How very irritating. Well, I'm not a monster; I'll give you a chance for wedded bliss. Drink deep and be merry—for one month. Then be back here so that we can finish up."

"One . . . month?" said Wendy.

"One month—or right now. It's up to you."

"Oh, one month sounds terrific!" said Wendy. "We can do that!"

"Y-yes," said Athanaric, "we sure can!"

"Fine," snapped the spider. "But listen very carefully. If the thirty-first day passes, and you're not back here, you will be sorry. Do you understand?"

Both fairies nodded eagerly. "Oh thank you, thank you Mistress, thankyou!" they cried. Scowling a bit, Sarabande unwrapped them and tossedthem into the air. Off they darted. She had never seen fairies fly so fast.

Just then, another spider strolled into view. It was Sarabande's niece, Pavane. "DidI just see you let a pair of lovers go?" she asked.

"They're virgins," said the older spider.

"Hmmm . . . you're a lot more merciful than I am."

"Wiser, too," said Sarabande.

Part II

It wasn't long before the thirty-first day arrived. About noon, Sarabande decidedto take a break from her tour of the webs. She slipped under a large bramblebush and into a clearing full of tall grass. There it still was, almost concealedfrom view by herbage deliberately placed. It was a little gingerbread house,of the kind fairies often built with their magic. Sarabande had seen Wendyand Athanaric come this way a week or so before. So she had snuck up behindthem and watched as they chanted the house into existence, then did their bestto hide it. Among other tricks, they cast an invisibility spell—whichdoesn't work on you if you're there while it's being uttered. A week later,everything looked exactly the same. Time now to pay thema visit , she said to herself.

Staying close to the ground, she fastened some webbing across the back door.Then she came to the front. The door here was ajar, so, with no ceremony atall, she barged right in. Wendy was coming out of the kitchen with a cake inher oven-mitted hands. She was wearing an apron, which sat high on her nowdistended belly. When she saw Sarabande, she screamed and ran back into thekitchen. Sarabande secured the front entrance, then followed, in time to seethe girl pulling desperately at the web-jammed back door.

"Did you forget our appointment?" said the spider.

Wendy screamed again and fell to her knees. "Uh, uh, no," she gasped, "noI didn't! Really I didn't!"

Just then, Athanaric entered the kitchen from what appeared to be the bedroom.When he saw the spider, he let out a choked sob and fell to his knees. "Ohmy God," he moaned.

"I'm sure you both remembered," said the spider. "But I thought I'd spare you a trip under your own power, so I came to get you."

"V-very considerate," said Wendy, "but there's . . . there's a problem."

"Problem?"

"Yes," she said. "Yes. You see . . . I'm p-pregnant now."

"So it's safe to say you're not a virgin anymore?"

"Right! Right. But—as I was going to tell you when we came to you later today—I'm very, very pregnant . . . ten, maybe twenty eggs pregnant . . . and . . . and I thought . . . wouldn't it m-make more sense . . . from your point of view, I mean . . . to wait?"

"Wait?" said the spider.

"Yes, that's it! Wait! Wait. Because . . . because when they hatch, that'll be ten or twenty new, inexperienced fairies for you to have a crack at."

"Hmmm," said Sarabande. "I think I see your point. Why don't I just extract them right now?"

"No!" cried the girl. "I mean . . . no. They're not fully developed yet. Any disturbance at all . . . (like, for example, ripping them out of my belly), and they won't hatch. I'm sure of it. I really am."

"Well, you've given me some food for thought," said Sarabande. "Of course, there's no reason I can't take your husband right now . . . is there?"

"Oh dear sweet God!" wailed Athanaric.

"Well . . . well there is, actually," said Wendy. "Secretions from a boy's, uh, manly member help ensure . . . uh, help ensure . . . that the eggs have tough enough shells! That's it. So it would be . . . tempting fate to take Athanaric away. You don't want to . . . tempt fate, do you?"

The spider sighed and said: "I suppose I don't. Tell me then: how longbefore you two are ready to comply with our agreement?"

"Well," said Wendy. "I'll lay in about a week. Then there's another two weeks to wean them all. A regular poke from Athanaric is good for my milk, of course . . . . Then, to make sure they're all ready to fly, I'll need . . . . "

"I'll give you both one more month. If the thirty-first day passes, and you're not back at my web, then you will rue it. Am I coming through on all channels?"

"Loud and clear, Mistress!" said the girl. "And thank you, thank you ever so much!" She then went over to comfort Athanaric, who was trembling uncontrollably.

Not long after Sarabande left the house, she met Pavane and told her everything.

"You what?!" said her niece.

"I gave them another month."

"Auntie, you're wigging out!"

"Don't disrespect your elders," said Sarabande. "Look . . . I know it seems crazy. But bear with me and see if I don't turn out to have done the right thing."

"All right, Auntie, I will." But the younger spider continued to look doubtful.

Part III

Thirty-one days later, at about noon, Sarabande decided to go on a hike. Wendyand Athanaric had built a new fairy house in the meantime and hidden it inthe thickest forest growth they could find. Moreover, they had doused it withconcealing magic. It didn't matter, for the spider had followed them everysingle day and of course had seen the whole thing.

Sarabande stepped into the living room. Wendy was apronless this time, buther reaction was the same as before. After she had screamed and fallen to herknees, she said: "I really wish you wouldn't do that!"

"I wish you'd keep your appointments," said the spider. "I trust you're ready now."

"Well, uh . . . ."

"You've laid your eggs, I see."

"Uh, yes . . . ."

"Your offspring came into the world without mishap?"

"Oh yes—healthy as could be: ten girls, ten boys."

"You must be very proud. They're all off milk by now?"

"Oh yes."

"Flying—and tormenting humans—under their own power?"

"Very much so; but the thing is, Mistress, I . . . we . . . I mean Athanaric and I . . . have a problem."

"A problem? What might that be?"

"I think it's best if we show you. Athanaric! Darling, come here!"

"I don't want to!" called a voice from the bedroom.

"Don't be silly! Come here this instant!" Wendy smiled at the spider and said: "He's often difficult, but he knows who's boss. It'll be just a minute."

"You're right about that," said Sarabande.

Just then, Athanaric peeked out. Wendy clucked in exasperation, strode overto him, and pulled him into the living room. He was trembling violently, ashe always did in the spider's presence. Much more remarkable was the conditionof his genitalia: his pouch was red and swollen to about twice its normal size;his spur was ramrod stiff, and the glans was the same angry red as the scrotum.

"What's going on here?" said the spider.

"Well, uh," said Wendy, "it's a horrible case—the worst the fairy doctor's ever seen—of a rare disease of male fairies: Membri Virilis Super-Inflammatus —that's what they call it."

"And why does this concern me?" said Sarabande.

"Because . . . because it's very virulent . . . and . . . and it might . . . poison you!"

"Poison me?"

"Oh yes—happens all the time."

"I've never heard of it happening."

"Think about it, Mistress: would spiders ever talk openly about such a thing? I mean, the embarrassment alone . . . . "

"All right. So why not just take you, and deal with your husband later?"

"Not a good idea!" Wendy almost shouted. Hearing herself, she modulated her tone. "Not . . . not a good idea, and I'll tell you why, Mistress. Two things really: first, though a girl doesn't show any symptoms, she can carry the infection as well as a boy; second, her secretions are the best therapy for it. So . . . if you want my hubby to return soon to sweet-tasting health, and I know you do . . . ."

"I'll give you both some more time."

"You've got it!" The girl was positively beaming. "I'd estimate that he'll be fully cleared up in about . . . ."

"One more month," said Sarabande. "If the thirty-first day passes, and you're not back at my web, you'll wish you'd never hatched. And no extensions this time."

"No extensions?" said Wendy. "I mean: no extensions! Absolutely, Mistress. Thank you again for your indulgence." Athanaric just kept trembling.

So the spider left them there. Naturally, she and her niece discussed the matterlater. "What were you thinking?" asked Pavane. "She obviouslyslammed the door on it a few times."

"Of course she did," said Sarabande.

"Well then, I repeat my question: what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking: they're on notice now: no extensions."

"Oh I give up," said Pavane.

Part IV

Thirty-one days came and went, and then another thirty-one. Sarabande calledPavane to her home web and said: "I think I've given them enough time."

"That's nice. If they have any brains at all, they've left for points unknown."

"I know they've left. If they hadn't, I would have found their trail by now."

"So they've gotten away with it," said Pavane.

"Quiet," said her aunt, and began to pluck her web. As she did so, she intoned words in the Old Speech, which Anankaia the Spider Goddess had taught her children at the first dawn. Every now and then, Sarabande would dip her head close to the silk strands, as if listening.

When she had finished, she spoke again in the Common Tongue. "They layin this web, both of them," she said. "They and the web are linkedeven now; and, with a little prompting, it's told me where they are. They'rea long way off, so let's make things easier on ourselves." She then spuna big swatch of silk from her backside. She tossed it into the air and letthe breeze catch it. Like a parasail, the silk hoisted her up into the sky.Pavane quickly followed suit. "When they took off, the little fools flewwith the wind!" shouted Sarabande. "We'll get them for sure!"

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When Wendy and Athanaric had fled their old haunts, they flew as hard and asfast and as long as they could. At last, exhausted, they collapsed in the meadowof a forest about a hundred miles from their starting point. "She . .. can't possibly . . . come this far," Wendy gasped.

When they'd recovered, they set to work on a new house. This one was a Gothic-stylegingerbread mansion, with fifty rooms. Once they were done building it, thefairy couple lavished every concealing spell they could think of on the bigstructure. Then they repeated the spells—once, twice, three times. Andthey made especially sure that no spider was nearby while they cast their enchantments.

Then they waited. On the day for their final appointment with Sarabande, theyhad some anxious moments. Both of them screamed whenever they heard a thumpor a bump—of which there were plenty in the big mansion. But the thirty-firstday passed without incident, and they began to breathe a lot easier. Then anotherthirty-one days passed, and again no spider came to carry them away. Now theylaughed, wept, and hugged each other with relief. "We did it!" Wendycried. "We gave the old bitch the slip!"

Now, if ever, it was time for a party. Their ten daughters and ten sons wereall of marriageable age and planning to wed, so they used their fay telepathyto send out a special invitation: "Come to our lovely mansion, dears,and have your wedding and honeymoon all in one beautiful place!" (Thisfairy species had stronger family ties than most.)

The wedding took place a week later, in the meadow in front of the mansion.Forty brides and bridegrooms stood side by side and gave their vows. At theclose, Wendy, who was presiding over the ceremony, said: "I now pronounceyou wives and husbands! Ladies, you may stroke your grooms!" Each daughteror daughter-in-law took hold of her new husband's spur and worked it for allshe was worth. A few of the boys fell groaning to their knees before theirmilking was through. That ritual completed, it was time for the wedding banquet,and then . . . .

The next morning, Cynthia, one of Wendy's daughters, was luxuriating in thebig brass bed in Room 43 on the top floor. Clovis, her new husband, was inthe bathroom. "Mmmm," said Cynthia, "that was yummy. Sweetie. . . come on back to me!"

"I . . . dear, I'm a little raw," said Clovis through the door.

"Get back here . . . right now," said Cynthia, her tone flat and rather menacing.

"Okey-dokey," said Clovis and opened the door. He was a very pretty blond with blue wings, wearing a blue shirt and matching boots. His spur was erect, and (as he'd indicated) a little red. Cynthia, a black-haired, green-winged beauty in a pink halter and heels, spread her arms and legs for him and said: "Come to Momma, honey, come to Momma." With a barely audible sigh, Clovis did.

As the pressure mounted within her, Cynthia threw back her head and moanedwith pleasure. Then she saw the window behind her. It was a big sheet of transparentmarzipan, which, the day before, had given a clear view of the meadow below.Now it was blocked by something drifting and gauzy, something that looked anawful lot like . . . .

"Spider silk!" Cynthia screamed. "Get off me, you idiot! We've got to go!" They dashed out into the hall, and as they did, they heard more screams, and plenty of doors banging open or closed. On the landing, they were joined by several of the other newlyweds, all wide-eyed and shivering with fear. Then, from below, came a crash, much louder than all the other noise together. The mansion had three landings, and the fairies on each could see it all very plainly: two big orb-weavers had knocked down the front door and were coming up the stairs.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" Cynthia cried as her bladder gaveway.

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Thanks to some long windless stretches, it had taken the spiders a week toarrive. Exhausted and weather-beaten, they had come to the meadow's edge justas the wedding concluded. Within moments, the magic that linked Wendy and Athanaricto Sarabande's web burned away every spell of concealment. Now the spiderscould see the big fairy mansion as plain as day, and the wedding party millingabout in front of it.

"Let's go bag some fairies," said Pavane.

"Let's rest," said Sarabande, "and then go bag them all."

So the spiders concealed themselves as best they could in the forest adjoiningthe meadow. Soon they fell asleep. When they awoke, it was well past midnight.Very quietly, they came to the mansion--then, slowly and carefully, climbedup one of its walls. Since they were trying to make no sound at all, it tooka while; but at last they were perched on the highest cupola. Now they waited:first, for the sun to rise; and then for the young lovers within to returnto their play.

"The more love they make, the more nourishment for us," Sarabande whispered to her niece.

When the groans and whimpers of newlywed passion had subsided, Sarabande signaledthat it was time. The two spiders sprayed down curtain after curtain of webbing,until every window and door was blocked. Then they dropped to the ground, rightin front of the main entrance. It wasn't long before they could hear screamsand commotion. So they slipped under the webbing, kicked in the big front door,and entered.

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Everywhere, fairies were running and shrieking. Some—like Cynthia—triedto escape by breaking a window and flying out, but the billowing sheets ofweb caught them all. Others slammed their bedroom doors and locked them, thenmade an additional barrier of whatever furniture lay at hand. But the spidershad no trouble reducing all this to splinters. Squeezing through the doorwayswas a little more difficult—but the incentive was a good one, and sothey got through. Then it was just a matter of checking every corner or closetwhere a fairy cowered and stinging them all into submission. Sometimes a fairyhad crawled under a brass bed, but the spiders upended these with hardly astrain. Within minutes, every girl or boy who had taken shelter in a bedroomwas down and kicking with a dose of venom. Before much longer, they were allunconscious.

Next, Sarabande and her niece went back out and climbed the curtains of webbing,to give the same dose to the fairies tangled there. At the top, they foundWendy and Athanaric, who had slept and played in room 50, then smashed itswindow in a hopeless effort to get away. "You've broken our agreement," saidSarabande, as she pumped more venom than was necessary into the wretched girl'spussy. Wendy shrieked for what seemed the better part of a minute, and thenpassed out. Pavane took hold of Athanaric and said: "I'm not as nice asAuntie; I would have done this a long time ago." Then she sank her fangsinto the screaming boy's pouch. Soon he, too, was unconscious.

After they had captured all forty-two fairies, the spiders spent the next hourgluing their wings together, wrapping them at the waists and knees, and bringingthem out in front of the mansion. That job done, Sarabande performed anotherspell in the Old Speech. This told her which ones were husband and wife. Knowingnow who went with whom, Sarabande lined them all up accordingly and joinedthem hand to hand. Then she placed a claw on the groin of the girl nearestto her. She had Pavane do the same with the nearest boy. "We're joinednow with the children and in-laws," she said. "They're joined withWendy and Athanaric. And Wendy and Athanaric are joined with my web. If I doeverything right, we should have a really easy trip back. If not, we've gotquite a slog ahead of us." She chanted some more archaic words, and everythingsuddenly grew dark.

When they could see again, Sarabande and her niece were back home, a foot orso from her web. The captured fairies lay in front of them, still sleepingoff the venom. "Auntie," said Pavane. "You could have broughtthose two back by magic at any time!"

"Yes," said Sarabande, "but not the others. They all had to be physically joined to Wendy and Athanaric. That's what our little trip accomplished."

Part V

When the forty daughters, sons, and in-laws at last awoke, they were on theirbacks in Sarabande's web. They knew that escape was hopeless; they knew thattheir cunts were moist now, their spurs stiff now, for the spider's benefit.Knowing their fate beyond any doubt, they took what comfort they could fromtears and from each other. Each fairy could reach out and grasp the hand ofa wife or husband, and so everyone did.

After about half an hour, Sarabande and Pavane came up to the web. Severalfairies screamed, and the strands all shook with the violent trembling of fortylittle bodies. The older spider spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear: "Calmdown; I have something to tell you!" Responding reluctantly to the authorityof her voice, they did. "I've captured you all, and none of you is a virgin.So make no mistake: you've lain down in a bed from which you won't get up.It may take some time, but my niece and I are going to tease the honey—andeverything else--from every pouch and pussy that we see today." ("OhGod, oh dear God!" one of the fairies groaned.) "It's not that weightya matter, of course: sooner or later, you were each going to be caught by somebody.But to be caught so easily, and all together, and so soon after your specialday—that probably vexes you a great deal. I want you to know why it happened." Sarabandemade an odd little gesture with her palps, and then Wendy and Athanaric cameinto view, moving very unsteadily.

Like the others, they were bound arms to waist, with their wings stuck together,but their legs were unconstrained; thus they could walk in a halting, reluctantsort of way. It did them no good: because Sarabande had bound them, they wouldgo wherever she commanded, however hateful the destination. They came rightup to the web, then stood there with their heads down, crying softly.

"These two," said Sarabande, "were the beneficiaries of my mercy. In return, they did everything they could to stretch and manipulate their agreement with me, and in the end they simply broke it. So I imposed a penalty, with interest. You forty are the interest."

"Mom! Dad! How could you?" cried one. "You've doomed us all!" wailed another. Most just wept with redoubled force. Sarabande turned to Wendy and Athanaric and said, simply, "It's time."

Still crying, the two turned away from the other fairies and sat down on theedge of the web. For a while, they leaned against each other, as if for strength.Then they lay back, shuddering visibly as their bodies settled into the stickysilk. Like the rest, they clasped hands and waited. After a few minutes, Sarabandewent over to Wendy, and Pavane to Athanaric. The spiders quickly bound theirvictims' legs (to minimize the fussy kicking that fairies are prone to). Nextthey mounted the web themselves and paused for a moment, admiring the two lovelyprizes they were at last claiming. Then, as if on a prearranged signal, theirheads snapped down and their fangs breached a pussy and a pouch at exactlythe same time. Wendy and Athanaric carried on loudly for a time (the firstspurts of honey are always the hardest); but soon they just moaned, whimpered,and trembled. It took nearly an hour, but the spiders finally drained everysweet, sticky drop. The luckless fairies fell into a swoon just this side ofdeath. Then the spiders took the rest of their fluids, and the two lovers diddie.

When Wendy and Athanaric had been reduced to transparent shells, their captorsturned to another couple: Cynthia and Clovis. "It's not fair!" Cynthiashrieked. "I have . . . things to do, people to see, humans to beguileand destroy! It's just . . . not fair!" With surprising gentleness, Sarabandestroked the girl's forehead with one of her claws. The fairy's eyes rolledback, and she saw a vision of a terrible alternative future. She and Cloviswere flying low over a patch of honeysuckle, when two hornets shot up fromthe undergrowth. Each insect caught its prey in an iron embrace. Then theirtails lashed back and forth, stinging the screaming fairies on their groins:again, and again, and again. When the hornets finally laid them side by sideon the dirt, Clovis was ejaculating blood. All this would have happened injust two days. "It's . . . still . . . not fair," Cynthia whimpered. "No,it's not," said the spider, "but I'm not the cruelest of predators,either. Just give me the word, and I'll send you to your rendezvous with thehornets." The girl said nothing more. Soon she and Clovis had their final,hurtful pleasure.

That was enough for one day. Sarabande and Pavane nipped the others back intounconsciousness. They would keep both aunt and niece well fed for another month.

Later, the two were enjoying a well-earned rest. Pavane turned to her auntand said: "I shouldn't have doubted you."

"Of course you should have," said Sarabande. "You have to live a while to learn that agreements have a special magic. If you break them, you may—and I mean may—pay a lot more in the end. I sensed as soon as I met those two that something big would happen if they didn't keep their word. So I gave them every bit of leeway I could, to make it even bigger in the end. I'm sure you'll develop the same intuition before much longer; most of the ladies in our family do."

"I certainly hope so," said Pavane.

THE END