A Good Woman is Hard to Find
By: afg – www.ofnoconsequence.com
Rating: PG
Category: Yet again, I have no idea
Disclaimer: Not mine and no money is being made.  
Summary: Tricky things, women.
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Note: Written for the GateShip Wednesday shorts 'Emancipation' Challenge

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Turghan hurled his whip into a dark corner and flung himself down onto his 
chair. This had been a bad day all round. He was not used to such 
undisciplined behaviour from his women. He'd nearly had to beat his 
favourite wife, thanks to that blue-eyed she-wolf. It would have pained him 
greatly to mar Lika's beautiful skin, which was as soft and creamy as the 
richest Yak butter.

No, he would not keep this new woman. She was too much hard work. What 
man wanted a woman who would rip his balls off rather than share his furs? 
Oh, he knew the type. His own sister had been a wildcat. The warlord she had 
married had sold her eventually for a flea-ridden camel, just to get rid of her. 
Turghan did not know were she was now, but the warlord had limped for the 
rest of his days. Turghan wasn't going to be maimed by his new purchase. 
He'd already decided to sell her to his brother, Temujih. He never had liked 
his brother. It was good that he lived many days travel away because there 
would have been much bloodshed had he been closer. 

Yes, this bad tempered vixen would serve his brother well. Perhaps she'd even 
kill him. Turghan threw back his head and laughed grimly. Lika entered the 
yurt bearing a cup of milk and some flat bread. 
 
"Here, my husband. This will soothe your temper." She handed him the cup 
and bread and then smoothed her cool hand over his brow.

"Aaaah, you are a good wife, Lika." Turghan smiled down at the small 
woman and took her hand and kissed it. "What is the fair haired woman 
doing?" 

"I had put her to work helping to prepare the evening meal, but she was so 
unskilled I feared her poisoning us. So, I have her making a fruit platter. She 
surely cannot  fail with that." Lika grimaced. "Although she is being a little 
rough with the grapes."

Turghan patted his wife's hand. I shall sell her to my brother. Then she can 
poison him instead."

"My husband, she is not a bad woman, just misguided." Lika smiled at her 
husband of many years.

"Then she can be misguided with Temujih. I have not the patience to train 
such a wilful creature." He sighed heavily. "This is what happens when 
outlanders come into a tribe, nothing but trouble. I was  foolish to have been 
taken in by her beauty."

Lika squeezed his hand trying to comfort her troubled husband. "I shall leave 
you to rest now. Try not to worry so, I'm sure things will settle down. She is 
only one woman after all."

Turghan barked out a laugh. "You are right my wife. I shall think on it no 
more." He watched her leave the yurt.. Yes, she was indeed wise. He took a 
sip of his milk. How much trouble could one woman bring?
 
The end