When we walked back in, Gen lay on the sofa on his stomach with a light sheet over his head. Aryana caught my curious look.
"Just as we veil our faces to keep the focus on our bodies and our clients' needs, we must cover Gen's face to keep our focus on his body and our explanation. Gen's body, not his face, will tell us his needs."
Interesting, I thought, stepping closer. Gen still had the thin wiry muscles of youth, and I enjoyed looking at him.
"If releasing the pent energies does not remove a man's anger, we look at his body as a whole. Tension, which can cause anger, can be carried in many places throughout the body," Ila began her explanation, running her hand lightly over Gen's back and down his leg to the sole of his foot. She then ran her hand the opposite direction on the opposite side.
She explained the placement of certain muscles and what kind of touch to use to soothe the tension from them. When she'd covered the back of him, including the muscles of his butt, she asked him to flip over. She was careful to keep his face covered.
Immediately, my eyes drifted to his penis, and I thought of the poor wood nymph's wilted root. Gen's penis lay relaxed against the tangle of hair surrounding it. Under it hung a large sac with two obvious lumps. Ila chuckled at my long stare and gave me the names of each. I knew the term penis, thanks to one of my father's medicinal books, but ballsack was new and sounded odd.
Aryana took over the instruction of the front, starting with the arms and legs, then going to the chest. Their explanation of the tissue beneath the surface fascinated me, and I wondered if Father would be as interested.
"The soft area of the stomach, below the ribs and above the hips, should not be touched using any of the techniques we've shown you so far," Aryana said, trailing her fingers lightly over the skin.
I noticed Gen's penis twitch again as it had occasionally since he'd turned to his stomach.
"A man's rod will often respond with the use of any of these techniques; and that is what you must watch for because, instead of relaxing him, you may be causing an increase in pent energies."
She slid her hand over his stomach again in a firmer touch and trailed over the crease of his thigh. His penis jumped significantly. She trailed her hand lightly over his ballsack, and I watched in fascination as his penis stood upright.
"If it gets to this point, you can be assured, you are in trouble and should leave quickly before he becomes of a mind to have you release his pent energies for him."
She grasped Gen's penis firmly, and I watched the head of it turn red. Ila took a small vial from a nearby shelf and drizzled oil over the tip, which Aryana smoothed down its length. Then, she proceeded to stroke it in a smooth, slow rhythm. I couldn't look away.
Gen began to twitch slightly on the sofa, his hips thrusting forward to meet her downward slide. The room grew warm for me. The sac, which had been loose before, began to tighten and shrink. Aryana stopped, abruptly releasing his penis and stepping back. Ila used a gentle arm to nudge me back as well and motioned me to remain silent.
"Aryana," Gen rasped from under the sheet, his hips bucking forward. When she didn't answer, he bolted upright, whipping off the sheet from his face. He angrily glared at Aryana and Ila.
"I did not agree to this," he ground out, his face flushed.
Aryana held up both hands.
"A few moments more of your patience, Gen, might save our dear Benella from terrible mistakes," she said softly.
His eyes narrowed, but he nodded and lay back down, curling his own hand around his penis. He didn't stroke it as Aryana had. He held it as one would a bruised appendage.
"If a man's energies are pent and not released, he will become volatile, unpredictable. Tension will creep into his body and often stay there even after the energies are eventually released. If you touch a man, no matter how innocent the touch, watch for the signs," Aryana warned. "Be sure your touch is only releasing tension and not building pent energies."
Fascinated, I nodded my understanding. It did sound a bit like the beast. Even after his encounter with the wood nymph and he'd released his energies, he had still kept his tension. The sisters were right about the dangers. I would never attempt anything like what I'd just learned on the beast. I feared his response.
"Come," Ila whispered, taking my hand. "Some mysteries we will leave you to discover on your own."
She led me from the room as Aryana gently removed Gen's hand and replaced it with her own. Before we reached the end of the hall, I heard his loud groan.
* * * *
The dark, rolling mist waited beyond the groaning gate of the estate. I calmly stepped into the shadows and walked forward until the gate closed behind me.
"What would you have me clean today?" I asked softly.
"The servant's quarters in the kitchen in exchange for as many berries as you can carry," he said in his typical aggravated tone.
"Lead the way."
In the kitchen, he left me to work, darkening the room occasionally to watch me after I'd changed from my dress.
The chairs stood in good repair, and a new table had taken the place of the damaged one. I dragged half of the broken table outside and tugged the mattresses out, one by one, for an airing. I even scoured the floor in the room and washed the window.
When I finished, I changed and wandered back into the kitchen to find food on the new table along with my bag filled with berries wrapped in two layers of soft cloth. No doubt, many would be crushed before I returned to the Water.
I ate my fill of bread, quail, and squash, then shouldered my bag. As soon as I moved toward the door, the beast returned in his shrouding mists.
"Will you stay?" he asked.
"I cannot."
He left in a fit of anger, and I found my own way to the gate. As I predicted, some of the berries did not survive the journey. Crushed by the weight of other berries, they bled through the cloth, my bag, and into my dress near the hip.
When I reached the bridge, a cooler wind gusted from the north and clouds drifted over the sun. The berries I carried would need either to be dried or eaten before they spoiled. Without the sun to help, drying would prove too difficult. I wandered to the market district and traded oats for berries.
Bryn was within the cottage, cooking dinner when I returned with the remaining berries and the small portion of oats. I let her know they were for Father when I set them down. She nodded and coughed lightly into her apron before telling me dinner had another twenty minutes.
Sitting in Father's chair, I perused a book, listening to the scrape of the spoon on the pan and the occasional light cough while thinking about the beast.
Perhaps tomorrow I should bargain my time for answers instead of food.
* * * *
The next morning, Father remained near Bryn's bedside instead of leaving for the Whispering Sisters. During the night, her light cough had turned into a deep, grating whoop of air. None of us slept well from dusk to light, and nothing Father tried worked.
Dressing quickly in my stained dress, I took the coins I'd saved and ran to the business district to knock on the doors of anyone boasting knowledge of medicine. I finally found a learned doctor who claimed knowledge of the illness as well as a remedy. It took all of the coins I had to convince him to follow me home.
Bryn still lay in bed, rasping for breath when we arrived. The doctor asked Father to leave the room while he examined her. He cautioned Blye, who was already dressed for work, to remain until he concluded his exam. Several minutes later, he exited the bedroom.
"You should all remain in quarantine until this passes. Here is the medicine you will need once you start to cough. Take one dose a day. If you run out, I have more for purchase."
He and Father spoke quietly for several minutes before the doctor took his leave.
Father sat heavily in the chair before the fire.
"Blye, there is only enough medicine for three, should we all become sick. Do you have coin for another bottle?"
"I purchased cloth with the coin I had and am making my own dresses for the shop to sell. I have nothing until I finish them," she said with a worried quaver.
"Benella?"
I shook my head.
"I gave the doctor everything I had to get him here."
"He is going to tell the Head, and they will place us under mandatory quarantine. Take your bag and leave. Forage for what you can to trade should we need it. Go," he said sharply.
Grabbing my bag, I flew out the door, not arguing with the fault in his logic. If we were to be quarantined, no one would want to trade with me for anything I found. The whole point was not to spread the sickness.
Dark, heavy clouds hung damp in the sky, casting gloom over the town. I raced lightly to the Whispering Sisters and called to the guard that Bryn was ill and Father would not return until she recovered. I asked him to discreetly let Blye's seamstress know, too.