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Sweet as Sugar Chapter Thirty Four
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�� Bara barely felt the cold floor beneath his feet as he
stepped out of the TARDIS and into the hall proper.� He shut the door firmly behind him, cutting
off Jack�s startled cry of refusal, the demand that Bara
stay inside until they could figure something else out.� �Where is She?� he demanded in his best
courtly tone.� �I would pay my respects
to Our Lady.�

�� One of the Accolytes, marked as being of elevated status in her
saffron robes and red metal torque, swept a contemptuous gaze over him, making
him feel quite small despite the fact he was easily twice her height and
several times over her width.� �You are
not fit to kneel before Her throne. You must be expunged of your complicity in
the events surrounding the escape of the Chosen
before you can be allowed back in Her chambers again.�� She made a subtle motion with her fingers by
her hips, a bare flicker of motion, and several Acolytes stepped forward, gazes
snapping up to meet Bara�s in a show of
disrespect.� �Your companions in the blue
box will remain here,� she added.� Four
of the Acolytes moved past Bara and pressed their
hands to the TARDIS�s doors, a pale blue glow
emanating from their touch.� Two more
moved towards him and took his wrists in their hands, their grasp warm and
extremely strong but not painful.� He knew
what these small beings were capable of; he had seen more than one courtier out
of favor with the Lady be punished by Her Acolytes.

�� The Lady
has played you false,� he began, then paused.�
This was not the way to go about it, he knew.� Clearing his throat gently, he bowed his head
and adopted the proper attitude of penitence.�
�I have betrayed the Lady.� I
understand that I must pay for my transgressions.�� He knew that the leader of the group did not believe
him but he had said the right things, shown the right outward deference.� She could not fault him entirely on that.

�� You will
remain in the cell until the Lady sees fit to summon you to Her for
questioning.� She has taken a special
interest in your perfidy and wishes to handle all aspects of the inquisition
Herself.�

�� Bara did not raise his head to meet the eyes of the Acolyte
but he did not have to in order to know her expression; he had seen this enough
times to know the carefully adopted neutral look, the lack of pleasure or
displeasure that would make most prisoners nervous, uncertain of which way to
jump.� �I accept Her will.�� He was not quite sure but he thought that he
heard some muffled thumps coming from inside the TARDIS proper.� �Will they be allowed to survive?�

�� Of course,�
she sniffed.� He had the distinct feeling
that, if she had hair, she would have tossed it haughtily.� �They must serve as witnesses to your
inquisition and they will also be meted a different punishment than you, Bara. You have betrayed the Lady. They are just�stupid.�� She shrugged one eloquent shoulder, a faint
reminder of her days before coming into the service of the Lady, the days when
she was a lady herself, or one in training.�
She tamped down that bitter recollection and held out one hand in Bara�s direction.� �Come.� Time waits for none of us.�
��
�� He inclined
his chin and smiled faintly.� �I�m coming
to find that you would be most surprised at how false that saying is.�� The TARDIS issued another thump, not as
muffled this time, and his smile broadened briefly.� �Please, lead the way and I will follow,
Acolyte Jaris.��
Her name came easily to his tongue.�
She was one of the Lady�s favorites, hence her status among the other
servitors.� The Acolytes pressing their
hands to the TARDIS stepped back and turned to face him in a semi-circle, eyes
downcast and fingers curled into loose fists.�
They had sealed the box, he knew, but it was not permanent.� It was akin to tying it loosely with thread:
it would not stand to much force but it would keep the contents from falling
out unexpectedly.�

�� Jaris�s eyes flashed brilliantly, some long hidden emotion
flaring to the surface before she could stop it.� And just as suddenly as it came, it fled her
countenance and she became the cool, detached servant once more.� Without another word, she turned swiftly on
her heel and proceeded towards the pale jade green door tucked between two
thick, dull pewter colored pillars.� This
portion of the Lady�s abode was not seen by outside eyes unless it could be
assured that they would never live to tell about the wonders and horrors
within; Bara, she thought with a sense of grim
satisfaction, did not stand a chance.� �The
Lady is otherwise engaged for the time being,� Jaris
informed him as he entered, the other Acolytes trailing his strong, azure
presence.� �You will remain here until
you are summoned.�� As one, the entire
crocodile of servitors swept from the narrow chamber and left Bara alone, save for one particularly lush bodied female,
striking despite her shaved head and drab robes. �Or maybe, Bara
thought, because of them.� She did not
say anything, merely stood in front of the door, her eyes on Bara�s face as he settled on the carved stone bench against
the wall of the waiting area.

�� The Lady
does not exist,� he said conversationally, the new knowledge still burning raw
in his chest but becoming easier to manage every time he said it or thought
about it.�

�� I know,�
she replied quietly, her gaze never wavering.�
�You are to be slaughtered.� You
know the secret we would all die to keep.��
She frowned, her fingers toying with the fabric of her robes.� �Will you flee?�

�� No,� he
said sadly.� �I think not. Too many
people need me to die so that they may live,� he smiled faintly at her.� �Besides, there�s no way off this planet for
me.� My own won�t have me and�� he
shrugged.� �I�ve lived a long life.� Maybe the next one won�t be as fraught with
stupid choices.�

�� The Acolyte
did not speak for a very long time.� When
Bara began to wonder if she had fallen asleep with
her eyes open, her lips parted and she sighed.�
�I hate doing this.�� She brought
up both hands, folded into one thick fist, and strode towards him as if in
prayer.� Bara
stirred, leaning back, not realizing what she was about until it was too
late.� The blow was swift and
surprisingly forceful, her clasped hands striking him at the base of his
skull.� He barely managed a gasp before
the world went black and he slid to the floor.�
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