Social Testing

Chapter Five

Lord Wooten Millicent found, was a perfect gentleman, as far as that went in British society. Lord Carlton though almost immediately locked his gaze on the felines chest and held it there as he talked to her. The Greyhound seemed to be in a full time case of rut Millicent decided, silently thanking Monica for binding her chest as well as she could before their arrival. Looking to the bear she was grateful to realize that he was completely disgusted by his companions actions in regards to a married woman. For a moment she thought about ignoring Lord Bromley, until she remembered that everything was a test. He certainly had to have some skill or talent in order to have been sent here, she was in training after all. Maybe learning how to deal with a sex mad greyhound was part of that. She really hoped not.

“You are married” Lord Wooten noted, glancing towards his companion. If those words had made any impact, it didn’t show in those gleaming eyes.

“I am My Lord” Millicent answered.

“Wooten. Lord Wooten. That My Lord trash is for self important... Oh never mind” he completed as he noted the confusion in Millicent’s face. The bear shrugged, accepting that Millicent had been raised by self important... “Continuing. You are married. Is there any possibility that you may now be with kit?”

“None My Lord” the feline answered softly.

“And your husband?” Wooten continued.

“She is not with kit either My Lord” Millicent explained, watching both males faces carefully.

Wooten smiled. Bromley though seemed to have a moment of surprise, then if anything his hunger appeared to increase. “You are married to a woman?” the greyhound asked. “Certainly that is not legal in England.”

“Lord Carlton ” Millicent answered as delicately as she could. “England has many treaties in regards to the Spontoons. Please be assured that I have carefully examined each and every one. The act of marriage, as practiced in the Spontoons is acknowledged by the Crown as legal and binding.” Speaking of binding she thought, if Monica had bound her chest any tighter she would certainly have swooned by now. Breathing was difficult, as she refused to breath using her stomach.

“In regards to Spontoon citizens my deal girl” the hound corrected. “You are a subject of the Crown. Thus those laws do not apply outside the Spontoon sphere of influence.”

“Quite correct My lord” the feline agreed. “Yet. My wife is the adopted daughter of a Spontoon Priestess. She then is a citizen of that nation. As such, the act is binding in full. If Crown Courts find otherwise I will simply become a Spontoon citizen.”

Lord Carlton finally looked away from the felines chest, looking down as he opened his briefcase. “Never mind all that then” he decided, taking out a folder from his case. Again looking up, this time into Millicent’s eyes he laid the folder down, not yet opening it. “The legality of your marriage is a thing for the courts, not our two selves. We have come to ask your opinion of certain historical actions by our country and others. Of course the reason for this is to determine how your mind works, and if you have the ability to see what is hidden or not. Are you willing to stand to this testing?”

Millicent tried not to smile. At last here was the true reason for this visit. Though had she the ability that they were looking for the feline honestly did not know. Thankfully being a woman her tails nervousness was all but invisible under her full skirts. “I will endeavor My Lords, to stand to the test” she answered.

Both men smiled. “Very well then” Lord Wooten announced. “In the Year of Our Lord, Seventeen Hundred. England joined with Russia, Saxony, Norway, Hanover, Cossack Hetmanate, Prussia and Lithuania to eventually defeat the forces of Holstein-Gottorp, Sveden, the Ottoman Empire, Cossack Hetmanate and strangely enough, Lithuania. Lord Carlton and I will allow you exactly thirty minutes to read the relevant treaties of that time. Then he will ask you only one question. I though will ask you several.” He waited until the thick sheaf of papers was placed before Millicent by the greyhound, taking out his vest pocket watch as he did so. “You may begin now.”

Turning the title page Millicent began to read. She had no knowledge of that conflict, yet somehow she was aware that her lack of knowledge was not going to be an acceptable excuse. When her testing was over she was certain that she had failed. She was also certain that she could have done no better in the time given.