He veritably leapt with joy. “Very good, Eska! Oh, very good! Oh, that is absolutely wonderful. Most excellent. Now tell me, what I am the master of?”
She hesitated—as though searching her memory.
“E-everything,” she said at last, the words seeming to come easier, if not any faster. “M-m-me. The animals. All—all the world.”
“Yes, yes,” he said, and practically capered. “Very good ...”
He looked at me as though he assumed I’d be impressed. “Well? What do you think? Does she pass the test for Homo sapiens sapiens?”
But by then my anger had boiled over and I’d stood, abruptly, jerking the chain on my ankle as I moved toward him, dragging the chair after me.
“Look—you indoctrinate all the Cro-Magnon f*****g girls you want ... If you don’t have me out of here inside of 60 seconds I’m goin
