How my brothers in obi would have laughed to see me now! How those fierce fanatical clansmen would have roared their mirth to see their Zorcander, their Vovedeer, dressed like a popinjay! Three days had passed since my futile attempt at escape. I knew I had been bought from the marble quarries. When the Princess Natema wanted anything men trembled for their lives until that thing was brought her. Now I strode the tiny wooden box in the attic of the opal palace I had been given as my room — strange, I had thought when a gray-clad slave girl had shown me in with a furtive, scared look — and stared at myself in contempt.
I had refused to don the garments; but Nijni, the fat, dour, ever-cham-chewing slave-maste……
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