Delilah

We found her on the street of Coins of all things, nowhere even near the currulean where, if you ask me, such commerce really ought to be done and not in the open where it can affront the senses! But that is all right, I suppose, since it is a boon for me.

Faboo and I were on the quest for a new supplier of threads for the price of the red has gone up much too much at my usual vendors. How crude of them to attempt to pass off their tax increases onto the customer! Don't they understand that it will only increase their taxes, since their revenue will increase, and create a vicious circle of lining someone's rich pockets? Honestly, how much easier to simply tighten the belt, as it were, and live more modestly until better times are upon us once more. What is the problem with my beloved city bitching about such things as taxes and salt? Surly the powers that be do all that they can. It is the stupidest most ridiculous bunch of whining I have ever heard.

But Max really is a nice fellow, for an overbearing care taker.

At any rate, we had happened upon a disreputable sort selling two slaves out of hand on the street. Both seemed dejected things, with down cast eyes and morose features. The other was a little too salacious for my tastes, even going so far as to wink at Faboo! Can you imagine? Winking at a slave boy? I know the hot trend right now is for vicious fighting musical genius slave boys that also can tend a woman's compartment and fix wounds, but a few of them are still just slaves, less then men. I am not sure I approve of the new culture of my world, but I am sure I can adjust.

The second girl seemed to me despondent and uncaring, but of course she had to care, since all slave girls adore their owners and are hurt when sold. Such is the way of things. I bought her for a very reasonable price when the few gathered on lookers were busy bidding on the bare-breasted other slave -scandelous!- and brought her home to the shop before Maxwell could walk around the corner and see. The letch.

I should tell him sometime, I know, and I will. When the time is right. He is so busy right now with bills and taxes, companion and children, I don't need to add another thing onto his mind. So it is really a kindness on my part, isn't it?

I've put together plans to make her a new outfit, for of course the one she came in simply will not do. Faboo will drill her in the ins and outs of the shops which will give me time for more important things, like, embroidery and that new book I borrowed from Hillary. The genre is growing on me.