"Oh, I see," said the young man, with an air of disappointment. "You mean he's going to sell you?"
"I'm very sorry; I'm afraid not, sir," answered Occula, as though he had made a request which she was obliged to decline with regret. "We're already promised to a noble house."
"I'm not at all surprised to hear it," said the young man. "Well, perhaps we may meet again. If that-er-noble house-"he smiled, giving an ironical, emphasis to the words-"should ever wish to part with you, perhaps you'll contrive to let me know, will you?"
With this he pressed a kiss on Maia's bare foot, turned on his heel and was gone across the market-place, his feathered hat tossing on his shoulders.
As the jekzha moved on, neither girl spoke for a minute or two. Then Maia, still bewildered by the encounter, said "But he never told us who he was."
"You're supposed to know who he is," answered Occula. "It wouldn' occur to him that you didn'. He's a Leopard, obviously."
"Do you know?"
"No, 'course I doan'. But it might be a good idea to find out, doan' you think?"
"Oh, I felt so terrible-"
"You doan' know your own strength, banzi, that's your trouble," said the black girl, smacking at a fly on her forearm. "You did fine. He woan' forget us in a hurry. Cran! I'm hungry, aren't you? Surely it can' be much further now."
In fact it was no distance at all. Hardly had they passed, on their right, the dark column of the Tower of Leaves, with its foliated, circular balcony projecting a hundred feet above their heads, when Zuno's jekzha turned off under a low stone arch. Following him, they found themselves in a narrow lane, which made a turn and opened into a paved courtyard. Here Zuno had already got down, and motioned to them to do the same. Together they unloaded Occula's box and stood waiting while he settled with the jekzha-man. His raised-eyebrow technique was no less effective than it had been with the footpads. After a short conversation, and assuming a slightly pained manner, he murmured, "Nonsense, my good man; you're well paid," walked across to a door on the courtyard's further side and unlocked it with a key taken from his pocket.
About to enter, however, he suddenly stopped and, turning to Occula, said, "The-er-young nobleman who spoke to you just now: what might he have said to you?"
"He paid us compliments, sir."
"Did he express any interest in purchase?"
"Not seriously, sir: I think he was just amusin' himself. I simply told him that if he was interested he'd better speak to U-Lalloc."
Zuno paused. "Do you know who he is?"
"No, sir."
"That is Elvair-ka-Virrion, only son of the Lord General Kembri-B'sai."
Thereupon, without waiting for an answer from Occula, he went indoors.
15: AT LALLOCS
Occula and Maia, carrying the box between them, stepped through the doorway into a kind of cloister about twenty yards square. Its center, open to the sky, was a rough garden-a grassed area with a few flowers and a pool on one side. This was surrounded by a low wall, from which rose plain stone columns supporting the roof of a covered way running round the four sides of the enclosure. At intervals along this ambulatory were various doors-and windows also, for the rooms behind the doors had no openings except those looking inwards onto the covered way.
The whole place, secure as any prison, comprised Lalloc's premises, where he kept his stock and from which he carried on his business.
Maia had caught no more than a glimpse of four or five rather rough-looking girls playing with a ball near the pool, before Zuno conducted them both into a small room off the ambulatory. This was furnished with a heavy table, two or three benches, a closet and a bed covered with two or three cushions and a thick rug. On the bed was lounging a big, brawny-looking woman of about thirty, who climbed heavily to her feet as Zuno came in.
"Ah, Vartou," said Zuno, sitting down on one of the benches and helping himself to wine from a jug on the table. "Is U-Lalloc here?"
"No, he isn't, U-Zuno," replied the woman. "He's gone to the upper city on business, but he said he'd be in again early tomorrow. Did you have a good journey from Thet-tit?"
"Oh-quite uneventful, thank you," replied Zuno with an air of slight impatience. "Well, in that case I suppose you had better take delivery of these two girls. I received them from Megdon at Hirdo."
"At HirdoT' asked the woman.
"Yes-yes." Zuno closed his eyes wearily. "Perdan will be bringing the normal quota on foot, as usual. I imagine he will be here tomorrow or the day after. The young black woman is here at her own request-an arranged sate- from the Lily Pool at Thettit. This is a letter, which she's brought with her, from the Saiyett Domris to U-Lalloc." He handed it over.
"Oh, I see; Saiyett Domris's girl. Yes, she's expected. U-Lalloc knows about her."
"The other girl, I understand, is not part of Megdon's quota at all. Apparently she is in the nature of a fortuitous acquisition. Megdon told me he gave a considerable sum for her. Since I gather he was dealing with a peasant woman-a totally inexperienced vendor-he may well be lying, but af all events there is his receipt. It means very little, since the woman was evidently illiterate-a thumb-print, as you can see. U-Lalloc may want to go further into the matter, but Megdon could reasonably argue, I suppose, that it's all clear profit. Anyway, that will be a matter for U-Lalloc when Megdon renders his accounts next month. And now I must be going. Good evening!"
As soon as he had gone, the woman turned to Occula and Maia with an air of truculence.
"Well, and why were you sent here ahead of Megdon's quota? Some trouble, was there? What's the rights of it, eh?"
"U-Megdon thought we were both a little out of the ordinary, saiyett," replied Occula, "and wished U-Lalloc to see us as soon as possible."
"Huh!" said the woman. "So you think you're out of the ordinary, do you, with your black skin?"
"I think nothin', saiyett. I'm simply tellin' you what U-Megdon said."
"And why were you sold to Megdon?" asked the woman, turning to Maia. "Some baron basted you and then got tired of you, did he?"
At her coarse, unfriendly manner Maia, hungry and tired out, felt the tears starting to her eyes.
"With respect, saiyett," said Occula, "my friend will be ready to tell U-Lalloc everythin' that he may want to know tomorrow. Perhaps we could leave it at that. You see a great many slaves, I'm sure. They're not usually overanxious to talk about their bad luck, are they?"
"Hoity-toity, miss!" cried the woman, "and who do you think you're talking to, hey?"
"Merely a suggestion, saiyett." Occula, looking her calmly in the eye, said no more.
The woman, opening the closet behind her, took out a pliant ash-stick. "D'you see this?" she said. "It's for girls who give trouble. Any more impudence and you'll be making its closer acquaintance."
Occula remained impassive and silent and the woman, after glaring at her for a few more moments, put the stick down on the table.
"Well," she said, "you can both come with me now and I'll show you your quarters. Bring that box along with you."
She led the way out of the room and along the ambulatory. Maia, limping on her swollen ankle as she helped to carry the box, could hardly keep up. Coming, at the corner, to a door standing open in the wall, Vartou, who was unusually tall, stooped under it and then stood to one side as they followed her through.
The two girls found themselves in a stone-floored room, perhaps fifty feet long, with three barred windows opening
inwards on the covered way and a hearth in the opposite wall, where a fire was burning. All round were beds, separated by wooden partitions, and in the center stood a long, rough table with benches. The floor was clean and the whole place looked a good deal tidier than anything Maia was used to.