Maia

The stone trough in the bath-house had already been refilled with clean, scented water and Maia, trying it with her foot, found that it was delightfully warm-just right. After two of the best meals she had ever had in her life, separated by a long sleep in a comfortable bed, her normal appetite for pleasure was beginning, despite her troubles, to return. Without more ado she unrolled the bandage from her ankle, stripped and gave herself up to the water. After soaking for some time, she and Occula proceeded to amuse themselves by making use of every brush, vessel and unguent they could find in the room, soaping, scrubbing and rinsing each other until at length Vartou, flouncing in, ordered them to dry and get dressed.

"Do you girls mean to keep U-Lalloc waiting half the morning?" she snapped, pulling the wooden plug out of

the trough. "A fine way to start off on the right foot, I'm sure!"

"But have we been keepin' him waitin', saiyett?" asked Occula, smiling at her rather slyly. "I rather thought we'd been obligin' him."

"Your tongue's too long by half, miss," answered Var-tou. "Just you get on and do as I say, now, else you'll soon wish you had."

Maia had entirely forgotten about their impending inspection by Lalloc. Now, as she sat on her bed combing her hair, her hands began to tremble with apprehension and she could hardly restrain her tears. Occula came across the room, knelt on the floor in front of her and, reaching up, took her chin between her hands.

"Take it easy, banzi. They're not goin' to hurt us and there's plenty worse things-toothache, for instance. I'd rather this than toothache, wouldn' you?"

"But-but he'll want to see us naked-"

" 'Course not," replied Occula. "He's done that already, you goat!"

"When has he?"

"Why, in the damn' bath-house, of course! Didn' you notice that muslin panel in the wall, by the corner? Of course, you've never been in a pleasure-house, have you? They nearly always have them in one or two of the rooms. Some people like to watch other people, you know. Made me feel quite at home to see a muslin panel again."

"But did you see him there?"

"No, 'course npt; you can't; that's what the muslin's for. But I didn' need to. I just showed off for all I was worth. Come to think of it, it's rather lucky I didn' tell you, isn' it? Poor pet, you'd have been all elbows and knees, wouldn' you? What d'you think all that scented water and stuff were for? You doan' suppose they get all that ready for Urtan cows who squint, do you? That was for us-special. Cheer up, you woan' have to strip again-not jus' yet, anyway. And whatever happens, I'll be there."

When they came into Vartou's room, Maia immediately got another surprise. Insofar as she had thought about Lalloc, she had imagined someone middle-aged and stout, bearded and wearing a robe. The man sitting at Vartou's table, however, was no more than twenty-eight or thirty, heavily-built certainly, but clean-shaven, fair-haired, and (to the eyes of a peasant girl if not to those of a lady)

smartly turned out, in the gaudy style of the Deelguy-a sort of blend of gipsy and flash magsman. He was wearing gold earrings, a crimson-and-blue scarf, a yellow jerkin with a large brooch of Telthearna aquamarines, and leather breeches dyed dark-red. Various papers were lying before him, including the letter brought by Occula, and as the girls entered he concluded his perusal of one of these before looking up and motioning them to sit down on the bench in front of the table. Zuno, standing behind him, nodded coldly to Occula and then whispered to Vartou behind his hand.

"Ah!" said Lalloc, smiling at Occula and speaking with a strong Deelguy accent. "You're the black girl from Mo-dom Domris? She toll me all about you, said you're a good girl, fully trained."

"I hope so, sir," answered Occula.

"Well, you been soveral years with Domris, you'll be good enoff in bed, she say so." He tapped the letter. "What about wait at table-she don't say about thot?"

"I've had plenty of trainin' and experience, sir."

"You rockon you're fit to go to household of a rich man in the opper city?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"But thot's high-class work, now," said Lalloc, staring at her shrewdly. "All kinds of work, too. No good if you don't foncy it. You don't foncy it, you say now, not later. Then I soil you somewhere else, what you foncy-just to oblige Domris, you know."

"Thank you, sir. I'd like a rich household in the upper city. I'm talented, and I can assure you that your reputation as a dealer woan' suffer through me."

Lalloc picked up the letter and rapidly re-read it. "I soil you on approval, we hope you don't come bock, eh? But I suppose Domris don't be selling you to me onless she think you're good."

Putting the letter back on the table, he picked up an abacus and began making calculations. At length Occula said, "May I ask you about the money, sir?"

"Monny?" replied Lalloc, looking up at once.