"Why, I've got rolls of silk," said the pedlar, "and veils, all fine fartaa-work-see, here-if that's your style. And just try this perfume, now. That's real
Meris's face fell. "I can't manage that much."
"Well, here's a nice soap, now, scented with roses, and that's only four meld for a big one like this; and the same in scent, only that's thirty meld. And then I've these necklaces, see: topaz this one; and this one's onyx. Only they're dear. I don't really know why I risk my life carrying them about, but one day some lady'll put up the money, I dare say."
"Got any ornaments?" asked Occula suddenly. "My room's as bare as a cell."
The pedlar turned and looked at her for a moment.
"Why, yes, quite a few. They're all just pottery, animals and birds, you know, but they're nicely painted."
He laid out a couple of dozen bulls, bears and leopards; pigeons and terracotta cockerels-all the same size and painted in gaudy colors. "How about this cat, now? She's Yeldashay, she is. It's one of their tales down that way, you know-the Cat Colonna."
"I thought they called her-
"Why, so they may, perhaps," said the pedlar. "I see she's got a bit chipped, so you can have her for nothing, if you like." He handed her the rather clumsy little figure with its curving, erect tail. Occula took it from him with a curtsey and a flash of her white teeth.
"Oh, she'll brighten up the place no end: I like a bit of plain pottery. Everything gold and silver here-'cept me, of course-you get tired of it."
"And what are you?" asked the pedlar.
"Black marble," said Occula. "Polished, too. Can' you tell?"
At this moment Dyphna entered into the conversation by enquiring the price of a carnelian ring laid out beside the necklaces. The pedlar, having told her rather shortly that it was eighty-five meld, was turning back to Occula when Dyphna quietly offered him seventy in ready money. Clearly surprised, he suggested seventy-five, but the girl merely smiled, shrugged her shoulders and seemed about to go when he accepted her offer, remarking that it would be a pleasure to be ruined by such a beautiful girl. Thereupon Dyphna, fetching from her room a bronze casket, unlocked it and paid him on the spot.
"I'll bet she's got a damned sight more than that, too, banzi," whispered Occula as Dyphna, having evidently concluded business for the day, smiled graciously at the pedlar and left the room. "Makes you realize the possibilities, doesn't it? How long's she been at it, d'you suppose? Five years? Six?"
"Oh, it's the noblemen who fancy
"But would Sencho let her go?" asked Maia.
"He'll
"Not one like me he can'," said Occula. "I'll wipe her eye, you see if I doan'."
At this moment Ogma, the club-footed servant-girl who looked after the women's quarters, came in, raised her palm to her forehead and stood silently by the entrance,
waiting for Terebinthia to give her leave to speak. It pleased the saiyett to keep her waiting for some little while. When at length she beckoned her over, it was to be told that Sencho wished to see her at once. She left hastily and with none-too-well-concealed apprehension.
"Ah, well," said Zirek, returning his wares one by one to the pack. "It's always nice to have a chat with a bunch of pretty girls, even if you don't sell much. I'll have to be getting along now, though. I'm glad we met, Occula: I'll see you again." He paused a moment. "Tell us what you can, won't you? There's various ways, as I dare say you know; but I'll be back myself as soon as I can."
"I'll buy your flask of kepris, if you like," said Meris suddenly. "I'll give you a damn' good price, too. Here it is."