Before I could see more, my pounding heart skipped a beat. A beautiful naked girl, one of our love slaves, peered through her mask into my stall. She wore the same kind of things and menacing equipment the young man wore. Closing my eyes didn’t help. I could hear the swish of leather and metallic clatter of things invented to torture a male’s fleshly jewels, dangling from her belt. She unlocked my door and swaggered in.
“So this is the magnificent and imperial Sir Richard Cailean who rules and commands.” She walked around me, ducking under my outstretched arm. “You don’t look so important.” She moved back around in front of me. “Here you are, chained up like an animal in a filthy stall.” She pulled the gleaming knife from her scabbard and lay the flat of the blade against my throat. “Sinc
