[Frodess]

Dorlas smirked at the show. He had found a good seat. Galéwyn had no expression on her face. He glanced at her every now and then, trying to discern her thoughts. Once, he thought he saw horrot on her face. He grasped her hand.

The man had not had any of his slaves chosen. He was not sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Oh well, his own slaves would help him in the Hunt.

The slave woman who was supposed to be fanning his wife had stopped and was staring in open-mouthed horror.

"What are you doing?!" he cried. "You are supposed to be fanning my wife! Would you like me to go to Lord Ekatran and ask if he has room enough for another?"

The girl whimpered and began fanning with much vigour. He struck her hard, just to make sure she knew her place. She was new. He had traded with Lady Shivana. She got a boy, very suitable for the beatings she gave.

"My Lord." It was Galéwyn. "Must you beat her in such a way? I really needn't be fanned."

"Yes, I must. And yes, you do. Only the best for my wife." He kissed her. Drolas Seregon noted that the slave girl was crying.

Oh well, I will teach my wife to discipline her.

He gazed on, the blood pumping through his veins, yearning for the Hunt.