Well, not 'just.Well, not 'just.' I was still a prize slave, if only for my origin if not my training. And Lynn still had the respect of the populace of Rhysh, as she had said yesterday. She led me to a wide curtain and spoke to someone standing there, "Have him washed. I would like him prepared before the evening's festivities begin." "As you wish, My Lady," the voice replied, indicating to me that I was listening to an Uncia. |