Roquana
by
Robin Gordon
Auksford
2013
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Copyright Robin Gordon, 2013
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I: Savark
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Chapter 3: The gardener’s boy
Roquana Smuff
(Unknown)
Franette
was right about the amount of free time Roquana was given, and, by some
strange coincidence, her free time coincided with that of
Tommuz.
They were able to meet every day and stroll in the extensive and very
beautiful gardens that surrounded Savark Court. Sometimes
they
were free in the afternoons and could wander about in the warm
sunshine, for Sunday’s star was an exceptionally well-behaved
one, neither too close nor too far away for comfort, and not inclined
to send out sudden violent storms of ultra-violet, X-ray or other
dangerous particles, or, if it did, they were deflected by the
planet’s magnetic field. At other times they
strolled late
into the evening under the light of the stars and the reflected
sunlight from Sunday’s smaller twin, Monday.
Tommuz found it strange that the grounds
were not
better protected from marauding Tohu, till Roquana told him that Mrs
Broyn had explained that the Tohu were frightened to approach Lord
Savark’s property because they knew his guards would kill
them. Even so it was a surprise that the gardens were
surrounded,
not by electrified fences but by picturesque ruined walls with charming
gaps through which the wider countryside could be seen in romantically
framed views. A friendly gardener explained that, though the
forests might be swarming with vicious Tohu, they would never dare
cross the cordon
sanitaire of
open, closely mown meadowland that separated His Lordship’s
demesne from the wild and untamed virgin woodlands outside.
“You’re safe as long
as you stay within
the walls,” he said, “but it would be foolish to go
out
onto the meadows, except with armed guards as the mowers do.
A
couple wandering out there on there own could easily be snatched and
carried off to be eaten by those horrible creatures, but they
won’t venture across. Oh no, they’ve had
more than a
few tastes of how lethal human weapons are.”
Roquana and Tommuz saw a gang of mowers
in the
distance.
“They mow part of the meadows
each day,”
the gardener told them. “When they’ve
finished
it’s time to start again at the beginning. We call
them
meadows, but their really just patches of rough grass. All
those
mowers do is keep the grass and weeds down to a few inches.
That’s not real gardening like we
do. Ours is a skilled job. Why, I may look simple,
but I
can probably name every plant in this garden – and not just
the
common Unglush names, I can tell you the botanical names too, and not
only that I can tell you how big they’ll grow, when they
flower,
and whether they’re hardy in this climate.”
Old Wullum the
gardener (Unknown)
“How many gardeners are
there?” Roquana
asked.
“Dozens,” said the
gardener.
“Dozens of gardeners like me, maybe a dozen senior gardeners,
all
working under the Head Gardener and his two assistant head gardeners,
then we have under-gardeners and garden boys who are learning their
trade. There’s my boy now – that is
he’s
apprenticed to me and he does the routine weeding and digging and
cleaning tools under my supervision, and I train him in the arts of
gardening so that one day he can be a full gardener. Come
here,
Moiku. Come and meet the young lady and gentleman from the
house.”
“I’m only a
maid,” said
Roquana. “I’m not a lady.”
“And I’m just a
footman,” added
Tommuz.
“I know that,” said
the gardener.
“I’m not so stupid I don’t recognise your
uniforms
– but I also recognise a real lady when I see one, a nice
lady
that doesn’t look down on horny handed sons of the soil just
because our hands are always dirty.”
“Like this,” put in
Moiku, demonstrating
hands stained by soil. “I’d rather be a
gardener out
here in the fresh air than working in posh drawing rooms and wearing
white gloves.”
Moiku, the
gardening apprentice (Bertil Guve, actor)
“So would I,
actually,” said
Tommuz. “There are dozens of us footmen, far too
many for
the work to be done.”
“Ah,” said the
gardener, “wait
till His Lordship has a party. That’s why he has
all these
maids and footmen, so his important guests can be served properly and
promptly. That’s why he has all us gardeners, so
that the
grounds look beautiful for all these high-ups from New
Jackrusselham. If it was just His Lordship’s family
there
be only a hundredth of the number. They all live in that
house
over to the side with its own grounds walled off from the rest of
us. Only their personal servants ever go over there, and when
they do they have to go through a special tunnel so they
don’t
disturb His Lordship’s family if they’re sunning
themselves
in the garden. Even us gardeners aren’t allowed in
unless
we’re sent for.”
Just then they heard a loud voice from
the kitchen
door calling “Yoo-hoo! Come and get it
boys! Lots of
treats for you-oo!”
Moiku started up.
“Don’t”
said the gardener, but the
boy was already away.
“Mrs Bonpoint
there,” said the
gardener. “Always coming out with little treats for
the
garden boys. No good will come of it, you mark my
words.
Not that I can say anything, o’ course, but I wish Moiku
would
stay away, I really do. Well, I hope I see you round the
garden
again, me dears, but now I’d best get on,” and he
picked up
his spade and set off into the middle of a congested border.
Roquana and Tommuz walked on, enjoying
the fresh
air, the warm sunshine, the beautiful flowers and their scent, the
sound of birds in the trees and the sight of butterflies around the
flowerbeds.
Several more days passed and Roquana and
Tommuz fell
into a routine: mornings were spent with their supervisors and
colleagues, learning the duties to which they were assigned, but most
afternoons and evenings, apart from communal mealtimes, when they ate
with their respective work-teams, they were free to stroll in the
gardens together, indeed it was almost as if the senior staff were
encouraging their friendship by synchronising their free times.
Several times they spoke with the
friendly gardener,
and they often met and talked with the boy, Moiku, who showed them
rose-gardens, secluded dells and places where it would be possible to
leave the grounds and wander out into the meadows and the woods beyond
if there had been no danger from the lurking Tohu. A couple
of
times Moiku left them to run and answer the summons from Mrs Bonpoint,
the cook, offering pastries, cakes and other sweetmeats to whichever
boys came at her call.
News began to filter down that Lord
Savark would
soon have another of his famous parties, when the cream of Sunday
society would attend, all the lords and ladies who made up the richest
and most influential stratum of our new world and set the prevailing
tone for its ethos of moral irreproachability which so distinguished it
from other recently colonised planets. I admit to some
curiosity
and a desire to witness the highest levels of our social aristocracy at
play, but increasingly I felt that I had already devoted too much time
to Roquana. She was innocent of any criminal tendencies and
there
could be no further justification for watching her. Even to
have
come so far and to have experienced with her an introduction to a life
in service at one of the greatest houses in the world might be thought
an intrusion too far into the privacy of our rulers. The time
had
come, I decided to withdraw and to leave Roquana to her own devices, to
a happy life as a maid with prospects of marriage to Tommuz and
promotion within the hierarchy of Savark Court. I might have
left
her the next day but for the occurrence of a disturbing event which I
felt could not be left univestigated.
Roquana and Tommuz were strolling in the
garden one
afternoon when we heard someone crying in the shrubbery. We
went
over to see and found a young kitchen maid, face down on the grass and
sobbing as if her heart was broken. Roquana bent down to
comfort
her, but the maid pushed her away and fled. Roquana looked
shocked. Tommuz helped her up.
“I don’t know
what’s
happened,” she said, “but that was Moiku.”
“Moiku?! – But it
was a kitchen
maid!”
“Let’s find old
Wullum.”
Old Wullum, the friendly gardener, was
pruning, but
unfortunately Stonlu was with him. They hesitated.
Stonlu
was a crude and sarcastic fellow whom they preferred to avoid, but they
had to speak to Wullum.
Stonlu (Ed
Balls, British politician)
“I told him to stay away from
Mrs
Bonpoint,” the old gardener said. “She
bribes
’em with cakes and sweets and they never learn, then she
chooses
one of ’em for the kitchen, and that’s the end of
him. She doctors him.”
They looked puzzled. Stonlu
guffawed.
“She cuts his balls
off!” he
chuckled. “That’s what old Wullum means,
only
he’s too mealy mouthed to say it. She cuts his
balls off
and fries ’em up for Lord Savark. He reckons eating
young
boys’ balls’ll keep him young and virile.
Then the
youngster becomes a kitchen maid until they send him off to New
Jackrusselham to join the Guild of Eunuchs.”
“Couldn’t you have
warned him?”
Tommuz asked Wullum.
“He could,” jeered
Stonlu, “but
only if he wanted to join the Guild himself.
“Tis true,” said
Wullum. “We
know that one of them will be chosen, but we dare not warn them
–
and this time it was my boy, Moiku.”
“There’ll be more
boys coming in from
the orphanages soon,” said Stonlu, and they’ll
flock around
Mrs Bonpoint and no-one will warn them.”
“It can’t be
true,” said
Roquana. “Lord Savark is the President of the
League of
Purity.”
“What better way of concealing
his
depravity?” murmured Wullum.
“You’re lucky you
passed your puberty
before you got here,” said Stonlu to Tommuz, “or
Mrs
Bonpoint would have had your balls and fried ’em up for his
Lordship.”
“I can’t imagine any
woman ever doing
such a thing,” gasped Roquana.
Mrs Bonpoint
(Unknown)
“Who said anything about a
woman?”
Stonlu replied. “Mrs Bonpont’s a eunuch,
in fact
she’s pretty high up in the guild. You’d
best stay
well away from her, young Tommuz. His Lordship likes his
victims
young, but she’ll cut anyone – specially a
nice-looking lad
like you!”
Roquana and Tommuz hurried away with
Stonlu’s
laughter ringing in their ears – and I decided to stay with
Roquana and investigate further. Was this some elaborate joke
perpetrated by the gardeners? I had little inclination to
believe
anything that Stonlu said, for the man was a crude, unpleasant boor,
quite capable of slandering Lord Savark in the most shameless fashion
purely for the pleasure of embarrassing Roquana and Tommuz, but old
Wullum was a different sort altogether, and, had he not been in the
company of Stonlu, his words would have carried conviction.
Was it possible that Lord Savark, Chief
Executive of
the Sunday Development Corporation, Chairman of the Monopolies Control
Commission and President of the League of Purity could really be the
depraved monster portrayed by Stonlu? Given that the simplest
explanation is normally the correct one, it seemed far more likely that
Stonlu had somehow bullied old Wullum into supporting his unpleasant
tale, and that Moiku had similarly been compelled to dress up as a
kitchen maid and put on an act of desperate weeping.
Clearly Stonlu had threatened violence
towards young
Moiku to force him and Wullum to take part in the charade, and, from
what I had seen of Stonlu, it would not have surprised me to learn that
the threatened violence was of a sexual nature. His twisting
of
the situation he had manufactured to include gratuitous references to
Tommuz as a nice-looking lad who might lose his testicles to Mrs
Bonpoint showed exactly what sort of mind he had. I had
little
doubt that the next day we should see young Moiku back in his shirt and
breeches, sweeping, weeding and pruning, exactly as he had always done,
while the vile Stonlu jeered at Roquana’s and
Tommuz’s
gullibility.
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Chapter
4: Lord Savark's party
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