Abishag

Chapter 11
He heard noises from upstairs and then the rotund figure of his slave thundered down the stairs and rushed into the kitchen. She was wearing a dressing down and her unkempt hair suggested she had just woken up. He raised the cane and followed her down the hallway. 
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She had no idea what was going on, with the reditus, the Splintering, with anything at all. He imagined she hadn’t had much idea about anything even before everything changed. Her and that moronic husband of hers – who was still skulking around in Evermarch somewhere – had sat in their council house doing nothing except waiting for the next benefit check so they could get drunk for three days straight. People like that, who had survived the purges and everything else, had to be taken in as church slaves because someone had to look after them. The benefits system had collapsed, and famine stalked the streets. The church had dusted off the Covenant Code and rounded up as many wastrels as they could catch and took them into slavery. People like Abishag and her husband would have been all for it – anything to avoid any personal responsibility. How Action despised them.
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She was rude, she was a bad cook, he couldn’t leave any alcohol in the house, and she constantly answered back. He’d only just got her and already he wanted rid of her. 
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