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[quote][b]Solenis (Feb 06, 2005 08:59 p.m.):[/b] Saul entered with everyone else, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust from the brightness outside to the dimness within. The room was large and oval, and there were shafts of sunlight that came through three large windows in the ceiling and landed on a stage at the far end. Like a few of the others here Saul wore a black hooded domino, and he was surprised to see the number of people who were at ease with bare faces. It seemed only those fresh from Brindia still retained enough shame to conceal their identity. Until he'd learned what had become of Malorik he had not expected slavery to be so widely accepted in Guildsport that it did not hinder your image to be a known participant. Perhaps it was helped by the fact that no one who was not a participant would see you. They stood in rows, silent or chatting, and Saul's skin crawled at how nonchalant these people were. Their organization indicated much practice, and he tried not to think about how much human flesh had changed hands here. The slaves were led out in a line, tied together in a row, and the conversation around him lulled and then lifted again as they were sorted into three groups: women of work, men of work, and women of pleasure. There were no children, at least no children, though a few of the "women of pleasure" were barely older than girls. He spotted Devona as she was led to the far left. She walked slowly but steadily, neither holding up the line nor dragging it forward, and stood precisely where they arranged her. Saul decided at once that he would buy her as well and set her free. He could not conscience leaving someone he knew here with these wolves. He was looking at Devona and thinking these thoughts and jumped when there was a commotion at the other side of the stage. One of the young women was struggling against her captor, and Saul smiled grimly. [i]Fight, girl. It will do you no good, but fight.[/i] She kicked the man who led her in the knee, and he gave her a casual slap that turned her head and made her stumble with her back to the audience. There was a murmur of interest from the onlookers. The girl had tattoos along her upper arms that flowed like wings across her back. Her hair was medium brown and straight and fell just past her shoulders, and when she turned he looked her full in the face for several seconds before he recognized her. [i]Malorik[/i]. Her keeper tied her in with the others and she glared after him and then stood taller and glared at the audience instead. There were chuckles from a few of the audience members and speculation on where she might be from and what kind of a slave she would make. Saul set his teeth and waited for the thing to begin. The slavers began with the women of work. Each slave was brought forward and the bidding began. If the slave had special talents in the kitchen or in the house, these were listed. As the patrons bid the worker at the end of the row held up a hand, and when the bidding was finished the buyer was handed a receipt. The slave was brought to the holding pen to the side of the stage for payment and retrieval at the buyer's convenience. When they came to Devona it was only mentioned that she had been a Suna slave from birth, but that alone seemed to increase her value. Saul bid for her with several others and won, and wondered at the simplicity of it as he watched her led away. She went without protest or joy and did not even glance in his direction as some of the others had to see what her new master or mistress might be. Not so Malorik. By the time they reached the women of pleasure many of the bidders had been replaced by men who had interest only in the final group. Malorik was the second to be led up to the center, and she jerked at her lead. Ripples of outright laughter met her resistance now, and instead of hitting her again her guard just pulled her along and held her in place from behind while the bidding proceeded. She tossed her hair back and glared at them all. Saul bid and bid again, and when it was over she had cost him almost three times what Devona had. When the bidding was closed Malorik sought him out and glared at him, and Saul made his way over to the holding pen. He handed his receipts to the guard, who led Devona out first. Malorik had a mutinous expression on her face, and the guard took note. "Shall we tie her for you, master?" the man asked, insinuation heavy in his voice. "A bit of a fighter, that one." Saul did not trust himself to speak and merely nodded, and Malorik was wrestled to the floor and tied hand and foot. The guard handed him a neatly wrapped package. "Her original costume, master," he said by way of explanation. "There are coaches by the back way, if you'd prefer." There was amusement in the man's voice now, amusement at Saul's obvious discomfiture, and he nodded again, eager to leave by any way. One of the guards hefted Malorik over his shoulder, and Saul took Devona's lead and pulled it gently. She came forward immediately, and he followed the guard out through the door the slaves had entered by. There were coaches for hire here, and the guard piled Malorik's furious form into one of them and then put Devona into it more gently as well. Saul threw him a gold coin to make him go away and then turned to the driver. "The Signet," he said tightly and then climbed in after the women and shut the door.[/quote]
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