two before she had learned, incontrovertibly, what she was.
'Are you her owner?' asked Temenides.
'Yes, Master,' said Boots.
'Send her to my table,' said Temenides.
'That is not so easy,' said Boots.
'Now,' said Temenides.
'Though she is my slave,' said Boots, in explanation, 'yet her use has been given to our player, he who travels with my small and humble troupe.'
At this point Bina, alarmed, suddenly put her head down and lifted and extended her left arm, the wrist hanging down. In this fashion she prominently displayed the salve bracelet on her left wrist.
'I want her,' said Temenides.
'Please, Master,' suggested Boots. 'Take our Rowena or Telitsia. Both have learned passion in the collar, and the total of pleasing men.'
'It is she whom I want,' said Temenides, pointing at Bina. She kept her head down, trembling.
'I have given her use to another,' said Boots, desperately.
'It is now time to revoke your misguided and meaningless courtesy,' said Temenides. 'I instruct you to do so.'
'Please, Master,' said Boots. 'Consider my honor.'
'Consider something yourself,' said Temenides, player of Cos, 'your life.'
'Sir?' asked Boots, turning pale.
It interested me that the player should be so bold. He was not in Cos. Indeed, it was somewhat strange that he was here, and certainly strange that he was seated at the table of Belnar. Brundisium was not even an ally of Cos. She was an ally of Ar.
'Reclaim her use rights, now,' said Temenides. 'You are her master. The ultimate say in this matter is yours. Be quick about it.'
Belnar, I noted, rather than suggesting civility in his hall, quaffed paga, noncommittally.
'I am waiting,' said Temenides.
Suddenly the player, the hooded player, he called the 'monster,' he who now had Bina's use, rose form his place at a table and climbed the stairs to the stage. He looked about himself scornfully, regally, an attitude that seemed sorely at odds with his station in a lowly, intinerate troupe. HE placed a coin, a golden tarn disk, in the palm of Boots Tarsk-Bit. Boots looked at it, disbelievingly. He had probably not seen too many coins of that sort in his life. He had particularly, doubtless, never expected to receive one from the player.
'I do not own her!' cried Boots suddenly to Temenides, in relief. He pointed at the player. 'He owns her,' he said. 'He just bought her!'
The girl cried out in astonishment, looking up at the player from her knees.
The hall was now muchly silent. That something of interest might be transpiring on the stage seemed somehow, suddenly, almost as if by secret communication, to be understood by all in that hall. Rowena and Lady Telitsia, breathing heavily, their nipples erected, their bodies red with usage, bruises on their arms where they had been held down and roughly handled, turned to their sides and, palms on the tiles, looked up to the stage. Even the numerous naked slaves who were serving the tables and, as men wished them, the banqueters, stopped serving, and, carrying their vessels and trays, stood still, looking, too, to the stage.
Slowly, beautifully, kneeling before him, looking up at him, Bina opened her thighs before the player.
'You own me,' she said to the player.
'Yes,' he said.
'You are the first man before whom,' she said, 'I have ever willingly opened my thighs.'
He looked down at her, not speaking.
'I love you,' she said.
He did not respond to the slave.
'I love your strength, and your manhood,' she said. 'And that you have taught me my slavery.'
'Kiss my feet,' he said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'So, player,' said Temenides, 'you know own her. You are a fool to have paid a golden tarn disk for such a woman. But it changes nothing. Send her to my table.'
Bina lifted her head from the player's feet. She knelt before him, tears in her eyes, looking up at him. 'I love you,' she said.
'How can you love a monster,' he asked.
'I have secretly loved you for months,' she said. 'I loved you even when I despised you and hated you, and thought you weak. Now I love you a thousand times more, that you are strong.'
'But I am a 'monster',' he said.
'I do not care what you are, or think you are,' she said.
'But what of my hideousness?' he asked.
'Your appearance does not matter to me,' she said. 'I do not care what you look like. It is you, the man, the master, I love.'
'I have never been loved,' he said.
'I can give you only a slave's love,' she said, 'but there is no greater, deeper love.'
He looked down upon her.
'Do not be weak with me,' she begged.
'I will not,' he said. 'You will when necessary, or when it pleases me, know the whip.'
'Yes, Master,' she said, happily.
'Perhaps you did not hear me,' said Temenides, angrily. 'I told you to send her to my table!'
'Send me to his table, Master,' she begged. 'I will try to serve him well.'
'Oh!' she cried, in pain, cuffed to her side on the stage. She looked up at the player, startled, blood at the side of her mouth.
'Were you given permission to speak?' inquired the player.
'No, Master,' she said.
'Then be silent,' he said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
The player then turned toward Temenides. 'Did you say something?' he asked.
'Send the female slave to my table,' said Temenides, angrily, pointing at Bina.
'No,' said the player.
'Ubar!' cried Temenides, turning to corpulent Belnar, lounging behind the low table, rolling in his fat, eating grapes.
'Perhaps you could buy her,' suggested Belnar, dropping a grape into his mouth.
'He just paid a golden tarn disk for her,' protested Temenides.
Belnar, not speaking, slowly put two such disks on the table.
'Thank you, Ubar!' said Temenides. He snatched up the two coins. 'Here, fool,' he said tot he player, lifting up the coins. 'Here is a hundred times what she is worth, and twice what you paid for her! She is now mine!'
'No,' said the player.
Temenides cast a startled glance at Belnar. Belnar, saying nothing, put three more coins on the table. There were gasps about the hall. Then five coins, altogether, five golden tarn disks, and of Ar herself, as it was pointed out, were offered to the player for his Bina, lifted in the furious, clenched fist of Temenides, of Cos, one of the masters of the high boards of Kaissa in that powerful island ubarate.
'No,' said the player.
'Take her from him,' said Temenides to Belnar. 'Use your soldiers.'
Belnar glanced about himself, to some of the guardsmen at the side of the hall.
'I am a citizen of Ar,' said the player. 'It is my understanding that the cities of Brundisium and Ar stand leagued firmly in friendship, that the wine has been drunk between them, and the salt and fire shared, that they are pledged both in comity and alliance, military and political. If this is not true, I should like to be informed, that word may be carried to Ar of this change in matters. Similarly, I am curious to know why a player of Cos, no
