Maia

"When they go to the rich folks' houses, miss, they take a pretty girl with them, and the way of it is, she puts on the dresses so the rich folks and their wives-or maybe their shearnas, for all I know-can see the way they look when they're on, and whether they fancy them. Well," she added, as Maia stood staring at her with dawning comprehension, "d'you like the idea? There may be good pickings, I dare say. Anyway, they've waited a goodish time now to have a look at you."

"You mean-you mean they want me to do that kind of work?"

"Well, I'm telling you, aren't I?" snapped Morca. "That's

if they like the look of you, of course. Do it right and I dare say you might make more money than me or your step-father ever did-that's if you can keep yourself out of trouble. You'd best get stripped off and washed, my girl, that's what; and then into that dress-there's a silk shift goes with it, look, laid on the bed there-and then I'll call them in and you can ask them all your silly questions for yourself."

"But-but would I go on living here, or what? Does Tharrin know? He can't do, else he'd have said something-"

"AH I know is they spoke to Frarnli and then they came out here. If you don't fancy it, don't do it, Miss Particular. I dare say there's plenty of other girls'U jump at the chance; and the money, too." And thereupon Morca, shrugging her shoulders, sat down again, picked up the half-plucked fowl and began pulling out handfuls of feathers with an air of detachment.

Filled with nervous excitement and perplexity, Maia stood looking at the dvess with its pattern of big flowers like open, gazing eyes. In her fancy they became the eyes of the rich lords and their ladies, all staring at her as she paced slowly down the length of some great, stone hall- she'd heard tell of such places-in Thettit or Ikat Yelda-shay. There would be food and drink in plenty, no doubt- admiration-money-how was she to know? How would Tharrin come into it?-as of course he must, somehow. One question after another rose in her mind. One thing was certain, however. She, Maia, could not simply say no and thereupon forget the matter and go out with the buckets to the lake-her usual chore at this time of day. Here, clearly, was a wonderful opportunity; yet a disturbing one too-to step into the unknown. No doubt the men themselves would be better able than Morca to answer her questions.

At this moment a happy thought came to her. Of course, she need agree to nothing now; she could merely find out from the men as much as possible, ask them to give her a few days to think it over, and get Tharrin's advice when he came home!

Walking over to the tub by the fire, she stepped into the warm water and then, raising her arms, pulled both smock and shift over her head and tossed them aside.

"I'll just give you a hand, dear," said Morca. "There's

a nice little keech of tallow here and I'll mix some ashes into it for you."

Maia, naked, stooped for the pannikin and poured warm water pleasurably over her shoulders.

"Where's Kelsi and Nala, then?" she asked. "Isn't it just about time for dinner?"

"Ah, I dare say they won't be long now," answered Morca comfortably. "Just turn round, dear, and I'll soap your back down. My, you are getting a fine big girl, aren't you? Turn a few heads in Thettit, I wouldn't wonder."

She certainly seemed to have recovered her good humor, adding hot water from the cauldron, soaping each of Maia's feet, as she lifted them, with a handful of tallow and wood-ash, and making her turn this way and that until at length she stepped out to towel herself dry, back and front, in the mid-day sunshine pouring through the open door. When she was ready Morca, having washed her own hands, helped her into the silk shift and the amazing dress.

It felt strange; heavy and enveloping. Maia's sensation was of being altogether encumbered and swathed in the thick, smooth material falling from shoulders to ankles. Awkwardly, and filled now with a certain sense of self-doubt, she tried a turn across the room and stumbled as the skirt swung against her knees like a half-full sack-or so it felt. Looking down, she saw the blue and green flowers curving outward over her bosom, while their stems seemed gathered again at her waist by the corded girdle binding them together. "Oh, that's clever!" she thought. "That's pretty! Who'd ever 'a thought of that, now?" Clearly, there was more in this clothes business than she had ever imagined.

"It feels sort of heavy, mum," she said. "I dunno as I'm going to be able to manage this-not without they show me."

"Oh, they'll show you, no danger," replied Morca. "There now, drat! We've got no salt, look! What's left's all damped out! Slip the dress off, Maia dear, and just run up to old Drigga and borrow a handful, will you?"

Maia stared. "Damp? At this time of year?"

Morca shrugged. "I must have left it too near the steam or something, I suppose. Never mind. Won't take you more than a minute or two, will it?"