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[quote][b]Solenis (Feb 06, 2005 10:59 a.m.):[/b] Devona winced at Malorik's response but kept her place. There was a snap of metal - the necklace, Devona thought - followed by the thick sound of a blow and then the heavy thump of Malorik hitting the floor, and her hand fell into Devona's view. "She's a Southland brat and she knows nothing," the woman said to her servant in Suna. "Sell her." The man relayed this information to the agent, and Devona listened to them put Malorik into another cage. She was too alarmed to give more than cursory concern to Malorik's fate. "My man brought you the women you asked for," the agent said without emotion in Brindian. "He will be paid." "Your man is blind and stupid," she replied in kind directly to the agent, "but perhaps this slave will be enough." The grey boots came to stand in front of her. "Sit up, slave," said the woman in Suna. Devona brought herself up to sit on her heels but kept her head bowed. The woman put a gloved hand under her chin and pulled it up, and Devona kept her eyes downcast but it did no good. "I know this one," she said curiously to her companion. "One of Imaret's. What are you called, slave?" "This one is called Devona, mistress," she replied obsequiously. "Look at me, Devona," the woman commanded, and Devona met her eyes. The woman looked painfully like Imaret, but her features were sharper and her eyes had more of a tilt, and Devona did not like looking into them. "Where is the girl Raspeth?" Devona did not have to feign her frightened look. "The girl is dead, mistress," she said as evenly as possible. The woman was unmoved. "Of course she is," she said without inflection and released Devona's chin. Devona dropped her head and the woman switched back to Brindian to speak with the agent. "We will take this one. Dispose of the other one and deliver the gold she brings." "That will take time, Lady Tilume," the agent said in a warning tone. "This is not Sunan. Slaving is not encouraged here." "That is your concern, not mine," she replied. "I will take this one now. You may pay your man as we agreed." The woman's companion knelt and cut the ropes from Devona's ankles and hauled her to her feet. The circulation returning made it painful but Devona stood without complaint. She spared a quick glance to Malorik's slumped-over form. The woman was conscious but seemed stunned, her eyelids fluttering weakly. "Come, slave," said the man roughly, and Devona followed the man and his mistress out through the main room.[/quote]
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