Chapter 11
“So what do you do now,” said Damiskos, “when you’re not—I mean, back in Boukos, what do you do?”
“Dance, mostly.” Varazda smiled. “In all the best households. I’m terribly in demand. Of course they all know who I am—I don’t pretend to be anyone’s property—but you’d be surprised how much people take you for granted, no matter how fashionable or famous you are, when you’re the entertainment.”
“And you spy on them?” Damiskos couldn’t keep the delight out of his voice.
“It sounds so vulgar, when you put it like that,” said Varazda affectedly. Damiskos snorted. “I can’t tell you what I really do, First Spear—you are a foreign citizen, you work for the Phemian army. I’ve already told you more than I should. But you have got the general idea.”
“And … it’s satisfying work? You enj
