The Infidel

[intriguess]

He came to our land to research our culture and history. His beliefs were not our own, however he was a wise man, with intense eyes and his skin was pale in contrast to our golden complexion. I had heard the whispers that he took no one to his bed, unlike many travellers before him who had plundered our cultural treasures and our people leaving behind pale bastards with only half a history who drifted from thing to thing with no purpose as they had half a past.

I had been commanded to make this man stay and grant us his wisdom and help the lost souls find their history and power. I was commanded as he had taken interest in none of our women and I was learned in languages and more as a woman of rank should be. I was only 19 and should have long been paired off but my father had not wanted to send me off to another tribe.

My father who was now on his death bed and had commanded me to secure the loyalties of this man, to root him in our community and to keep him here at all costs.

I had sought guidance and the women had told me that to truly ensnare him I merely had to enchant him with my body. Most of what they said passed from one ear to the next as I had spent more time learning than flirting.

I took a deep breath as I carried a platter of food before me, wearing the most revealing garment I owned a gauzy confection of purple and blue that when I moved the light revealed my figure. His tent was well light and I was glad my caramel skin concealed my blush as I stepped in and offered him his evening meal.

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[intriguess]

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[de-valmont]

I sat there upon a small mound of cushions re-reading the works of T.E. Laurence, scanning his words for some sense of vision of guidance in this most unreal of worlds. Outside the desert whipped against the canvas, showing me once more how the in-hosiptable nature of this land could be mirroed in the natives.
Still I was here to experice, to study and learn and as my mentor had instructed while back at St. Johns I should at least for duties sake try to obey.

 

[intriguess]

Malia

I spoke in soft accented English as I closed the tent flap behind me, looking around at the books, maps, and all sorts of odd belongings that filled every free space, "Are you hungry?" I asked feeling naked and glad for once of the veil that covered my face to keep out the sand when it stormed. Luckily the nights while calm tended to be very cold and I shivered a little as I looked for a place to put the food, my firm young breasts swaying freely under the gauzy material of my garment.

 

[de-valmont]

Looking up from my book I stutter: "Why yes a little" my dark eyes darting to catch the new feature of the tent somehow managing to miss the nubile curves and womanly form of the new admission, "here put your tray here my dear" sliding out a small footstool.

 

[intriguess]

Malia

I nod my head and wonder how to engage him when he seemed to only peripherally notice me. I set down the tray and removed the veil from my face so that I could speak freely. "I have been sent to help you with your search." I poured him a glass of juice and wondered what had made me wear this garment that was practically lingerie. Glad for once that my father had not seen me dressed like this before I left.

 

[de-valmont]

Sipping on my juice I lay back a little and stretch out my arm to offer you some cushions to sit upon. Well frankly I'm sot all together sure you can, to be perfectly honest it seems I have stumbled into quite a conundrum. I came here to seek understanding of this place so bring it back to share such with my fellows, yet after many jounreys I have as yet failed quite miserably to even really scratch the surface of your culture. I stroke my chin, my eyes lost for a moment to the distance. "well maybe you can, maybe just maybe you can show me some of your world, your culture, your idols?"

 

[intriguess]

"Well we respect the land, and much of our beliefs surrounds that. It seems that your people have little faith in anything of permanence. We believe in what lasts, what has survived from the past and what will continue into the future."

 

[de-valmont]

"yes I have heard this said before, yet truely I don't really understand how you mean respect" I leant forwards catching her eyes for the first time.
"We too beieve in histroy, yet ours is a histroy of development, change and of mastery of our environment, you says yours is more harmonious? Please tell me how yours is different, I really am quite in truiged."

 

[intriguess]

"One must know ones own history in order to honor it. To know one's history is to know oneself, after all knowing that my mother was a weaver and my father a tribal leader, helps me not only understand who they are and were but who I am and who I shall be. Those who do not know their past tend to drift aimlessly through life with no plan or purpose, destroying and creating at a whim with no goal for their creations."

 

[de-valmont]

Suddenly turning my face, I blink: " But of course those who do not know their history are condemmed to repeat it" . "So your mother was a weaver yes and your father tribal leader, please this is a little hard to grasp for me, how did a humble weaver get to marry the tribal chief, or is is that I am mistaken and weaving holds some esteem within your society?"

 

[intriguess]

Malia

"Your question is funny, all honest work is respected, sure I may have had more opportunities to learn than other women my age, but I was also interested in learning more than other women my age. One is free to follow their own path, marry who they wish, in fact even though my father favors me to take the leadership role I may choose any position I wish. He has several others in mind, any one of whom would make a fine leader. Their wives jobs have nothing to do with their leadership ability. Surely you have had leaders whose wives kept house, or some other job you would consider menial?"