The lifting of the gate, of course, would have marked his position, if only for a moment. The prisoner had apparently lifted the panels to the urt nest, permitting them access to the walkway, the gate having been raised to permit them, or some at least, into the passageway, the gate then being lowered. It is terribly dangerous, of course, totrap an urt against a barrier, as it will then fight with terrible ferocity.

To approach the gate would have trapped them in this fashion, thus making them his allies. But his plan, it seemed, had beeneven subtler than this.Urts on the other side of the barrier, the men approaching, the corridor dark, necessitating the bringing of light into it, he had apparently, probably with his own body, if not blood, lured urts back, close to the gate. He had then cried out, as though under attack,and, doubtless at the same time, during that seemingly agonized, hideous cry, fired into the urts at point-blank range, thereby killing or wounding one of them, and initiating the feeding frenzy.

By the time it had been determined that the victim was another urt the men would have been within range. I was sure now that the one man who had clung, so closely, so stiffly, tothe bars, had been struck, through them, with a thrust of the sword, to the heart. I was sure he had not come back with us. The prisoner would then have lifted the crossbow, the quarrel set, and fired again, through the bars, at the man with the lamp, the light illuminating the target. He had killed two men in this fashion and, had the urts behaved differently, might have accomplished the destruction of one or two others. The lieutenant had four men left. Gratefully, something like a quarter of an Ahn later, kneeling on the floor of the passage, I rubbed my wrists.

"I do not think he will fire on you," said the pit master. "There are ten slaves, and he will know that there are several, at least. He is limited in his uiver, and e is not likely to use uarrels on slaves."
"Yes, Master," I said.

But I was not greatly reassured by these words. I was more reassured by the fact that I was in a rear group. Yet I had little doubt that he was sincere in his remarks,as he was obviously willing to let Fina be in one of the forward groups. We had now fetched torches and lamps from the passages, whatever was available. Indeed, even the pit master had etched himself a torch.

"Let us get more men," said Gito.
"We have taken fee," said the lieutenant, "as have you."
"Where is the pit guard?" asked the officer of Treve.
"They have reported in by now, and have not been dismissed," said the pit master. "I would suppose they are searching for us."
"Up," said a man to the slaves, and we rose to our feet.

We were now differently arranged. We were now in five groups of two each, a pair for each of the black-tunicked men, including the lieutenant. Each girl in a pair was tied by the neck to the other with cord, I was with Fecha, on her left, about two feet from her, that much latitude and no more permitted to me by the cord. She had been given a small torch, and I carried a lamp. As we were fastened together we could not well bolt, as coordination in such a matter would be difficult, Too, tied as we were, we constituted, as before, something of a shield, in this case for the one man behind us. We were the fourth group.

The pair including Fina, the second group,was appropriated by the lieutenant, who seemed aware of her specialness to the pit master The pit master, with his torch, stayed close to them. The officer of Treve,too, remained in the vicinity of this group. Gito followed the fifth group, several paces behind. This new arrangement, that of five groups, made possible a more diversified deployment of the men, presumably an advantage on the walkway about the urt pool. On the otherhand, it would presumably be less effective in blocking passages or in providing abarrier which could be, at a word, a command, raised and lowered, from behind which volley firing might take place.

"Look," said the man in the lead, He was the second of the two men who had not joined in the attack on the sleen earlier. The first was he who had been given the unenviable task of separating the feeding urts. He had, it seemed, lost a great deal of blood. His bow had been set for him by his fellow, "The gate is open," said another man.

I did not look at the remains of the man who lay in the passage. The urts had been much at him. It was he who had requested the first shot earlier. He had been left where he was, that the urts would be less dangerous, from a heavy feeding. The other fellow who had died at the gate, who had brought the lamp forward, had been hauled back in the corridor. In this fashion, if the urts pressed on usagain, there would be meat to interpose between us and their reawakened appetites.

Had it been deemed useful I had little doubt that one or more slaves might have been sacrificed, to accomplish the same purpose. It would have been easy enough to do, as we were bound, andconveniently at hand, in our neck-cords.

I feared these sober, strange men in their sable habiliments. A normal Gorean male, I was sure, would have defended a jeopardized kajira to the death. But, too, he would not have relaxed the perfection of his mastery over her in the least. Is she not, it might be asked, a desirable, beautiful animal worth saving for his pleasure?

"Where are the urts?" asked the lieutenant.

"As they did not pass us," said the pit master, "and they are not here,one gathers they have returned to the nest, or the pool. Some might be on the walkway."

It seemed very dark beyond the gate. I could see the railing about the pool. It was silent within, very silent.

"Perhaps he is gone," said a man.

"Was he within," said a man, "he would have left the gate down, as a barrier. It would have been dangerous for us to lift it. He would have fired from behind it."
"Are there other gates, accessible from the walkway?" asked thelieutenant.

"Yes," said the pit master.

"Aagh!" cried the lieutenant, in fury.

"Then he is gone?" said a man. "Are the gates open?" asked the lieutenant."No," said the pit master. "I do not believe you," said the lieutenant.
"He is gone then?" said the man.

"If he was not within he would have left the gate down," said a man, "to make us believe he was within, to slow our pursuit."
"Leaving it up, is to invite us into a trap," said a man.

"Or have us believe it so," said another.

"He is not within," said the lieutenant. "But he has already won his point, buying time, we, like fools, standing about in idle converse."

"I would, nonetheless, recommend caution," said the officer of Treve.

"Step from behind the slaves," the lieutenant ordered the lead man.

Reluctantly he did so. It was he, I recalled, who had been the second of the two men who had not joined in the attack on the sleen.

"Go to the threshold, stand there," said the lieutenant. The peasant, I recalled, was not likely to waste quarrels on slaves, at least according to the speculations of the pit master, which speculations I fervently hoped were sound,

The black-tunicked man, on the other hand, would presumably constitute a prime target.
"I do not think he is within," said the lieutenant,

The man slowly, reluctantly, went to the center of the threshold. He stood there. It takes time, of course, to reload the crossbow. That interval of time, I gathered, figured in the lieutenant's calculations.

After several seconds, the man standing there in the portal, silhouetted by the light behind him, the lieutenant, unwilling to lose more time, indicated that one man, preceded by his fair shield of two, should enter and go to the left, and another, he, too, preceded by his shield of two, to the right. After an interval of about four paces, the lieutenant, with two slaves, followed the man who had gone to the right, and the other man, with his two slaves, followed he who had gone to the left. The man who had served as point for our advance, with two slaves, remained at the portal, just within it.
I was with the second man who had gone to the left, preceding him, with Fecha. We moved cautiously, the light lifted,

There were four gates giving access to the walkway, that through which we had entered,and, across the pool, on the other side, three, each leading to a different tunnel. I heard a girl scream. An urt, on the walkway, at their approach, had scrambled over the railing, and dived into the pool. Fecha held her torch over the pool. We could see ripples in the water there. And I saw the wet, glistening head of an urt, just at the surface. The head was very smooth. They swim with their ears back, flat against the head. This was not the urt which had just entered the pool. That one had dived in far back and to our right.

"Hurry!" urged the lieutenant to the man before him. He feared the loss of time.

"Move," said the man to the slaves before him. They whimpered, and, lamps lifted, moved forward, The pair ahead of us stopped.
"Urt!" cried Tira, pointing.
"No," said the man. "It is only a shadow."

The lamps and torches threw strange shadows, which moved, as the source of light moved, sometimes giving the impression of a dark body stirring, even moving furtively, or quickly. I looked above us. The vault of the chamber was lost in darkness. I could see the cage, high, to my left, over the pool, with its various chains and ropes, for controlling its location. There was also the cord which went to the gate latch at its bottom.

"Lift the gate," said the lieutenant to the pit master.

The first man and the lieutenant had come to the first gate, reached by going to the right about the pool. The lieutenant did not wish to risk either himself or his man by standing at the gate, lifting it. A bolt from the other side would not be likely to miss. The fellow who had served as a lure for quarrels was still back at the gate we had entered, guarding it with his bow. The man with the lieutenant was the one who limped, having injured his ankle yesterday morning in the cell, apparently having twisted it in the stirrup of the crossbow, while trying to reset the weapon.

"It is locked," said the pit master.

"Determine that it is so," said the lieutenant.

With one hand the pit master bent down and pulled against a crossbar ofthe gate.

"Try it," said the lieutenant to his fellow.

Reluctantly the man put down his bow and, with two hands, tried to lift the gate.
"It is locked," he said.

I heard urts in the pool below. Some, it seemed, had just entered it, from the tunnel leading to the nest. The noises about the walkway may have aroused their curiosity. Too, once they had come to the tunnel opening, which was beneath the surface of the pool, reached from the nest, on a higher level, on the other side, they may have seen the light from the lamps and torches onthe water. Such things were probably associated in their minds with the possibility of food. There were several urts in the pool area, I knew, and, save for their fellow, and what they had had of the man by the gate, they had not eaten for two days. They would doubtless, most of them, be hungry. The guard had been dismissed, When one urt leaves the nest, others tend to follow,

"Hold," said the man behind us.

We stopped. He looked about himself. The first man, with the two slaves, who had gone to the left, was now well ahead of us, and had reached the first of the three opposite gates which was accessible from our side of the pool. He stood to one side, against the wall, back from the gate. He did not care to try it. Given its weight, it was unlikely that the slaves could have raised it, even if it had been unlatched.

"Stand before the gate," he said to the slaves.

The slaves did as they were told.

"What do you see?" asked the man.

"Nothing Master," said Tira, peering into the corridor beyond.

The man carefully confirmed this, looking about the edge of the wall. He then, the light behind him, put aside his bow and, crouching down, struggled to lift the gate. He stood up, wiping his hands on his tunic, recovering his bow, "It is locked?" called the lieutenant to him.

"Yes," said the man.

"Then it is the center gate which is unlocked!" said the lieutenant.

"Hurry!" he urged the fellow before him.

"Move, move!" said that fellow to the slaves before him.

The two parties. the first group from the left, the black-tunicked man with two slaves, and the two groups from the right, the one man and the lieutenant, with theslaves at their disposal, now converged at the opposite gate, the center gate of the three gates across from that through which we had entered, one party to its left, the other, the larger party, to its right. Neither party wished to simply present itself before the opening. Gito had remained behind. He had not even entered the pool area.

The other fellow, who had been first in our advance, guarded the portal through which we had entered. I looked up, again, at the cage, hanging there in the shadows, near the ceiling. We had, earlier, heard the free woman screaming. We had heard nothing from her, however, since our entry into the pool area. I was sure she was still in the cage. I thought I could see her small form within it.

To be sure, this was difficult to determine in the shadows. I thought that perhaps she was frightened. I thought that perhaps she might by now have developed some sensitivity to the possible indiscretion of unsolicited speech. In the cage women, as in chains and kennels. tend to become sensitive to many things, in particular, that they are females.

"Titus!" called the lieutenant.
"Move," said the man behind us. We hurried then about the pool, he following.
"Lift the gate," said the lieutenant to the pit master.
"It is locked," the pit master said.
"That is absurd," said the lieutenant.
"It is locked," said the pit master, again.
"Illuminate the passage," said the lieutenant, thrusting Fina and her cord-mate before the gate.
The pit master, already before the gate, did not object.
"Look," said the lieutenant, angrily, to the man nearest him.
The fellow looked, carefully.
"The passage seems to be empty," he said, "as far as the light carries."
"Lift the gate," said the lieutenant.
The man put down his bow and, with great caution, crouching down, strove to raise the gate.
"It is locked," he averred, confirming the word of the pit master, who stood by, his torch lifted.
"I do not understand," said the fellow to the left of the gate, Titus, he whom Fecha and I had
preceded.

"He could not have passed us," said the fellow at the gate, who recovered his bow, and stood.
The other fellow, he with the lieutenant, looked across the pool, to the portal across the way. The fellow who had led our approach was still there, his bow cradled in his arms.

"Herminius is on guard," he said,
"He could not have passed him," said he who had been at the gate.

The lieutenant looked at the pit master.

"It would seem to me that the inference is clear," said the pit master.

There was a sudden, half-strangled cry from across the pool as Herminius, clutching at his throat, legs kicking, seemed, somehow, to fly upward, into the darkness. He was trying to get his fingers, it seemed, at something on his throat.

"He is here!" screamed the lieutenant, gesturing wildly toward the portal across the way. "Hurry! Run!"

The men, two to the left, and two to the right, the man with the lieutenant and the lieutenant, fled about the walkway.

"He is above, somewhere in the shadows!" cried the lieutenant. "Get those torches up!"

I could see the dark, jerking shadow of Herminius over the portal. The two slaves who had been with him had fled to the right, as one would enter the pool area. One had dropped her lamp. We could see the men hurrying about the pool area, toward the portal.

"Torches, light!" cried the lieutenant, near the portal.

"Go," said the pit master, "go," pushing Fina down the walkway.

Fecha started, too, to follow, and I, corded to her by the neck, hurried with her. A splash of hot oil from the lamp fell on my leg. I cried out. The lamps and torches were wild in the darkness. The pit master and the officer of Treve followed, going about, however, to the left, as one would face the portal from the inside.

I was sure the prisoner had not gone through the portal. He was still in the chamber. Too, Gito was somewhere down the passage and presumably would have cried outhad the prisoner passed him.
"Sluts!" cried the lieutenant. "Lift the torches! Lift the lamps! Lift them up!"

Fina screamed and stepped back, turning about. I, too, shrank back, sickened. Near the portal, at its threshold. there lay two severed hands.

Herminius, it seemed, had not been permitted to interfere with the effectiveness of the noose which had drawn him up, into the shadows. His body was quiet now, some thirty feet above us It moved only as the rope, and its weight, would have it.

"He is somewhere up there, in the shadows," said the lieutenant.

He took care, I noted, not to stand where he was illuminated. The bows were lifted. It was almost as though they were alive, seeking prey. Suddenly in back of us, and above us, over the pool, we heard a bolt, that of the cage latch, jerked loose. The cord which went to the latch on the bottom of the cage over thepool went, with the other apparatus, chains and ropes, connected with the control of the cage, from the cage to the wall, over pulleys, and then down to the level of the walkway, where it, like the other devices, was secured.

The trigger cord, which would release the latch at the bottom of the cage, was intended to be drawn, if drawn, at all, from the level of the walkway, but the cord, itself, naturally, stretched across the darkness, as I have indicated, and came to the wall.

It had apparently been drawn, then, from above, by the wall, in the darkness. The gate bolt on the cage drawn, the bottom of the cage dropped downward on its hinges, opening the cage. There had been a rattle of metal and a creaking of chain, the cage swinging, emptied of its occupant, and the sound of a body suddenly caught short in its fall. We spun about and saw the Lady Ilene, her small ankles tied together, her hands tied behind her back, a rope under her arms, swinging over the dark waters of the urt pool. She twisted wildly. She bent her legs at the knees, trying to pull her feet up.

We saw her eyes, now that she was lower, over what seemed to be her veil. They were hysterically wild. She spun about on the rope, squirming helplessly. We could now hear tiny, helpless, terrified sounds from her. Her veil, it seemed, had been used to gag her. One did not know if she would have remained prudentially silent, daring not to mix in the business of men, daring not to call attention to herself, a female, or not, but the option had not been granted to her. Urts began to knife instantly toward the vicinity of the pool over which the Lady Ilene was suspended.

"Look to the wall! Look to the wall!" screamed the lieutenant. "It is only a diversion!"
"Ai!" cried a man.

The body of Herminius seemed to rise on the rope, and stand for a moment erect, in the air, and then it seemed to fly outward from the wall, It struck into the water, over the railing, opposite the portal. It would be bloody.

"There, there he is!" cried the lieutenant. "There! Fire!"

I, too, saw for a moment, in the shadows, a huge shape. It had hurled Herminius from the wall as easily as the pit master might have thrown a joint of meat into the pool.

Titus, the black-tunicked fellow whom Fecha and I had shielded, was, I think, a man of suspicious and subtle instincts, of wary caution. He had dallied in moving with us about the walkway. He had let others move first. He had remained back, like a coiled spring, ready to fire. I thought him perhaps the most dangerous of the black-tunicked men. He must have seen the black shadow, too.

He had turned back, after the cage had opened, before any of us, before even the lieutenant had called out. His bow was the first realigned with the wall. That must have marked him out as the next to die. He pitched back, over the railing the fins of a quarrel half hidden in his tunic.

"He has fired!" cried the lieutenant, elatedly. "Find him! Find him! Fire! Fire!"

But suddenly, from a place high on the wail, now feet from where the body of Herminius had been thrown, on one of the ropes which were intended to control the movements of the cage, a dark figure swung over the urt pool. There was a quiver and bow slung at its back, a sword dangling behind it.

"Tensius to the left, Abnik to the right!" screamed the lieutenant."You have him now. He
has no time to reload."

The figure had alighted on the opposite side of the walkway, before the middle gate of the three gates on that side of the pool. I thought the prisoner might have time to reload, but he, surely would not have time to fire twice.

"Run! Run!" screamed the lieutenant.

One man, Tensius, sped to the left. It was he who had been the first of the two men who had refrained from attacking the sleen, and had later been bloodied, separating the urts. The other man, Abnik, limping, hurried to the right. He it was whose foot had been injured yesterday in the cell, in the stirrup of the crossbow. He had been the man with the lieutenant, in the investigation of the gates. The prisoner would not have time to fire twice.

"You have him!" cried the lieutenant.

Only a few feet below me urts were tearing at the bodies of Herminius and Titus. The water of the pool was scarlet. The Lady Ilene, out of the cage, tied to it by a rope fastened under her arms, bound hand and foot, gagged, dangled over the urt pool. But she seemed of no interest now to the urts, None circled beneath her.

None tried to leap up to seize a foot or leg. Readier meat lay within their province now. I did not know, but I thought that the urts would not be able to reach her. It was a risk, of course, which the peasant had been willing to take. I wondered what thoughts went through her head. She had figured, but a bit ago, as a diversion. Now she had another role to play, I suspected, one which had doubtless been projected for her earlier, one independent of the entry of the determined, tenacious black-tunicked men onto the walkway, the role of a dangling lure, one which might serve, for some purpose, as a distraction to urts. Certainly she had figured at least once in the plans of a man.

Perhaps she understood herself better now as a female, and what might be done with her. Surely to the collar would now be but a short step for her. To be sure, she now seemed, as things had turned out, of little current interest to the urts. They, feeding eagerly, had been drawn away from her, to the blood and bodies below the railing. The peasant, presumably, would not have been able to count on that development. It was, presumably, a fortunate one for the Lady Ilene, particularly if the peasant had underestimated the capacity of the urts to leap from the water.

Tensius, from the left, Abnik, from the right, hurried toward the peasant. But he did not load the bow, for a last shot. Rather, to my horror, he took a quarrel between his teeth and, bow in hand, leapt over the railing, into the urt pool itself.

"He is insane!" cried the officer of Treve.

Almost at the same moment Tensius had come to the place on the walkway from which the peasant had dived into the pool. He looked into the water, in consternation. Abnik, a moment later, came to the same place.

"Fire! Fire!" cried the lieutenant.

Uncertain, Tensius and Abnik, judging as they could the likely path beneath the water of the peasant, loosed their quarrels. They hissed down into the water.

"Reload!" cried the lieutenant.

He himself bent down and picked up the bow which had been that of Herminius. Its quarrel had become dislodged but, in a moment, it was again fitted in the guide. I did not doubt but what, at one time or another, the lieutenant had been quite practiced with such a weapon. It, like the dagger, would doubtless be familiar to the wearers of the dark habiliments.

"Illuminate the pool!" cried the lieutenant.

We all, then, save the pit master, with his torch, brought our lamps or torches to the railing. The light reflected up from the surface of the pool. Below me the urts were still feeding. The lieutenant scanned the water tensely. No body surfaced, penetrated with quarrels. There seemed no sign of the peasant. Then Tensius and Abnik had reset their bows.

"Where is he!" cried the lieutenant, his bow in hand.

But he received no answer. We waited, about the railing. The urts continued to feed. The remains of the bodies rolled about in the water, under the stress of the feeding. Sometimes they were tugged under, and then, again, in a moment, surfaced. They were pulled back and forth. The light of the torches and the lamps shone, reflected, from the water.

"He must have drowned," called Tensius, from across the pool.

Certainly one would have expected the peasant to surface by now, if he were still alive. It was, of course, dark in the pool, and the light was uncertain.

"Urts have taken him, under the water," called Abnik.
"Is there an exit from the pool!" demanded the lieutenant of the pit master, standing behind him, his torch lifted.

"Of course," said the pit master, "that through which the urts enter it, through their nest."
"Where is the exit?" demanded the lieutenant.
"There, under the water, at the side," said the pit master, indicating an area of the pool to our right, as we faced the pool, we near the portal through which wehad entered the pool area, the point indicated rather opposite where the cage dangled.
"Close the panels which permit access to the walkway!" said thelieutenant.

This took but a moment to do, as the pertinent levers were just outsidethe portal. The peasant now could not return through the nest, even if he survived there, to the walkway. I did think it possible, as doubtless so, too, did the lieutenant, that the peasant might now, at this time, the urts otherwise occupied, successfully reach the nest, which would be above water,on the other side of the wall. Indeed that might explain why he had notsurfaced. To be sure, hemight have surfaced, unnoticed. As I have indicated, the light was uncertain.

"Tensius, Abnik, into the water!" cried the lieutenant, gesticulating to the pool.
They looked across the pool as though their officer might be mad.
"I am bloodied," said Tensius. He had lost blood from the bites of urts, when he had separated them, near the closed gate, earlier.
"It is safe now," said the lieutenant.
The urts did seem to be feeding now. To be sure, I doubted that all of them, and there must have been seventeen or eighteen of them, had had their fill.
"The nest opening is there!" pointed the lieutenant. "Enter it! Find him! Kill him!"
"Would you send them to their deaths?" asked the officer of Treve.
"We have taken fee," said the lieutenant.

I supposed that the nest might be empty now. But it would not be likely to long remain empty.
I shivered. In dealing with urts there are certain things to be kept in mind. One does not intrude into their nest. One tries to avoid placing oneself between them. And one never denies them an avenue of escape.

"Into the water!" screamed the lieutenant. The men looked at him.
"It is safe now," said the lieutenant, "The urts feed. Go! Go!"
"He is drowned!" cried Tensius.
"Urts took him!" said Abnik.
"Bring me the body!" said the lieutenant.

The lieutenant, this officer of the men in the black habiliments, seemed as tenacious as might be a sleen itself, this world's finest and most relentless tracker, a sleen on its scent, single-minded, implacable, driven. He wanted confirmation of the kill. Too, I supposed, in a short while, the urts about, it might be difficult to obtain remains sufficient to constitute convincing evidence to a fee giver that the task which had been agreed upon had been successfully accomplished.

Tensius first, who had refrained from attacking the sleen in the passage, but who had later separated the urts, removed his helmet and set aside his bow. The black dagger was still on his forehead, from yesterday morning. He then put his knife between his teeth and, with great care, lowered himself over the railing, and dropped down into the pool. He did this as gently as was possible. Abnik followed him, similarly. The lieutenant remained on guard, with the bow, surveying the water.

"They are brave men," said the officer of Treve. Tensius and Abnik swam to the edge of the pool, to our right. They looked back. The lieutenant pointed to the place where the pit master had indicated lay the underwater entrance to the nest. I saw Tensius first submerge. He was followed, in a moment, by Abnik.

"Look!" said the pit master. One of the urts, an arm in its jaws, was swimming back toward the nest."Kill it!" urged the pit master.
"It takes time to reload," said the lieutenant."It may just brush past them," said the officer of Treve. "It has its meat."
"Yes," said the lieutenant, surveying the surface of the water, "that is what it will do."

"Not if there are young in the nest," said the pit master.

"Are there young in the nest?" asked the officer of Treve.

"Yes," said the pit master.

"It takes time to reload," said the lieutenant."

It is too late now," said the officer of Treve.
The urt, too, had submerged.

"Space the light about the pool," said the lieutenant, with a gesture of his arm.

The slaves spaced themselves then more about the pool. I remained with Fecha a little to the left of the entrance, as one would enter the area of the pool. The lieutenant was a few feet to our right. The pit master was behind him holding aloft his torch, The officer of Treve was nearby. Gito was not in the pool area, but back in the passage. I had glimpsed him. He was crouched down, his back to the wall of the passage, looking toward the portal. We waited, it seemed for a long time.

"Should your men not have returned by now?" asked the officer of Treve.

The lieutenant did not respond. He continued to survey the flickering surface of the pool. There was a sound of chain as the cage swung a little. It was a few yards away, above us. It had been moved by the weight of the bound, gagged free woman, dangling on the rope over the pool. She looked at me.

I was suddenly, intensely, ashamed, aware of my nudity. How such as she must scorn such as I! In what contempt must she hold me! How she must despise me! But Iwas not such as she! I was a slave! I was collared! I must be as men would have me! If they saw fit to deny me clothing then I would not have clothing! If they ordered me to dance, I must dance. If they wished me to serve, I must serve! I was not such as she!

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