Songmaster follows the upbringing and life of the prodigy Ansset. Ansset is brought up at the Songhouse, where he cultivates a great talent for singing. This talent brings him to Earth, to be the "Songbird" of the Emperor. These excerpts are in the order that they appear in the book.
In a school visit to one of their planet's cities, Ansset and his teacher speak with a local elderly woman.
“The boy has many gifts.”
“Songhouse?” asked the woman.
Better to lie. “They wouldn’t take him. I told them he had talent, genius even, but their damned tests wouldn’t find a genius if he sang an aria.”
“That’s fine enough. Plenty of market for singers around here, and not the Songhouse type, you can bet. If he’s willing to take off his clothes, he can make a fortune.”
“We’re just visiting.”
“Or there are even places where he could earn plenty by putting them on. All kinds here.
Riktors is an Emissary of the Emperor.
“We will go now,” answered Esste. They went. But Riktors lingered until the last possible moment, looking at Ansset’s face.
“Beautiful,” Riktors said, again and again, as they walked through more passageways toward the gatehouse.
“He is to be the emperor’s Songbird, Riktors Ashen, not the emperor’s catamite.”
“Mikal has a large number of offspring. His tastes are not so eclectic as to include little boys.”
Ansset is 9 at this point in the story. He has just been brought to the Emperor's palace and is frisked.
The door slid open and four security guards came in. They were in different uniforms from those men who had searched him before. They said little, only enough to direct Ansset to take off his clothing. “Why?” Ansset asked, but they only waited and waited until at last he turned his back and stripped. It was one thing to be naked among the other children in the toilets and showers, and something else again to be nude in front of adult men, all there for no other purpose than to watch. They searched every crevice of his body, and the search, while not overly rough, was also not pleasant. They were intimate with him as no one had ever been intimate before, and the man who fondled his genitals, searching for unfathomably arcane items—Ansset could think of nothing that could be hidden there—held and touched a little too long, a little too gently. He did not know what it meant, but knew that it was not good. The man’s face was outwardly calm, but as he spoke to the others, Ansset detected the trembling, the faint passion suppressed in the interstices of his brusque speech, and it made him afraid.
During his 5-year stay in the palace, Ansset is kidnapped. On the last day of his captivity he is made to sing nude on a table.
Ansset had never been struck a blow in his life. But it was more the fury in the man’s voice than the threat of violence that made Ansset nod. But he still hung back. “Can you please give me my clothing?”
“It an’t cold where we’re going,” Master said.
“I’ve never sung like this,” Ansset said. “I’ve never performed without clothing.”
Master leered. “What is it then that you do without clothing? Mikal’s catamite has no secrets we can’t see.”
Ansset didn’t understand the word, but he understood the leer,
Ansset is 15 here. This is after the death of Mikal, who loved Ansset platonically.
Ansset reached out his hand and touched the urn of ashes that rested on the table. “I’ll never love you,” he said, meaning the words to hurt.
“Nor I you,” Riktors answered. “But we may, nonetheless, feed each other something that we hunger for. Did Mikal sleep with you?”
“He never wanted to. I never offered.”
“Neither will I,” Riktors said. “I only want to hear your songs.”
Now for the worst part. After the death of the Emperor, Ansset's own political career begins. Kyaren is a woman who grew up in the Songhouse, but with no talent for song has ended up on earth where she has her own political career. After making friends with one of her coworkers, another coworker warns Kyaren that her new friend is a homosexual.
“Hi,” Josif said, grinning.
She did not smile back. “One question. True or false. Are you a homosexual whore?”
His face went ugly, and he didn’t answer for a moment. Then he said, quietly, “You see? You don’t have to be one of the in-group to get the dirt on someone else.”
He hadn’t said no, and her contempt for people who sold themselves became dominant. She started closing the door.
Because Kyaren is lonely, she still decides to become his friend, and eventually his partner. This leads to maybe the worst joke in the book (for context their jobs involve statistics).
Fifteen minutes later he started undressing her. She looked at him in surprise. “I thought—” she said, and he interrupted.
“Statistics,” he said. “Trends. I’m sixty-two percent attracted to men, thirty-one percent attracted to women, and seven percent attracted to sheep. And one hundred percent attracted to you.”
Kyaren has Ansset over for Lunch. Josif immediately falls in love with him, and immediately knows that he will eventually cheat on Kyaren with Ansset, and ruin the relationship like he ruined his previous homosexual relationship.
“What are you doing?” Kyaren asked.
“Packing,” Josif answered, but he knew even then that he would not leave. He had never been able to leave Pyoter or Bant willingly; he would not be able to leave Kyaren either. I am not in control of myself, Josif realized. I gave myself to her, and I can’t just decide to take myself back.
“Why?” Kyaren asked, already hurt because she could not comprehend what he was doing.
If I stay, I’ll destroy her as I destroyed Pyoter.
“We’ll still be friends,” Josif answered.
“What brought this on? Why now, at three o’clock in the morning? What did I do?”
“Ansset,” Josif said.
She stood regarding him for a while, and then realized what he meant.
“Still the old sixty-two percent, is it?” she asked.
“No,” he answered, “I just see the potential. I want to avoid it.”
“There is no potential,” she said.
“You don’t understand.”
several times Kyaren seemed surprised by the force of his passion tonight. She did not realize that in spite of his best efforts he kept seeing the curls clinging to Ansset’s neck, the soft cheek that he had not touched except in his mind but that was all the softer because of that. He tried to take Ansset’s face out of his mind. And failed.
Despite their better judgment, Ansset continues to frequently visit with Kyaren and Josif.
Ansset also began to notice that Josif was sexually attracted to him. Hundreds of men and women had been before. Ansset was used to it, had had to put up with it through all his years in the palace. Josif was different, though. His desire seemed not so much lust as affection, part of his friendship. It intrigued Ansset, where years before such things had repelled him. He was curious. He had grown seventeen centimeters since his appointment to Babylon, and his voice was deepening all the time. There were other changes, and he found himself with longings he did not know how to satisfy, with questions he did not dare to ask only because he already knew the spoken answer, and the other answer he was afraid of.
Ansset goes on to seduce Josif, and Orson Scott Card seriously writes a blowjob scene. I will not quote it.