CHAPTER 20With the bells had come food; more stew served in wooden bowls eaten with a spoon of similar material. As the day brightened early visitors had passed through the spiked wall to stand and stare and pass lewd and rude comments, women who had bribed the attendants and guards for a special viewing.
“You!” One pointed at Zuber. “Come closer, Turn. Give me your head.” She ran her fingers through his golden mane. “Now strip.”
Zuber hesitated, looking at Varl, reading the message in his eyes. Reluctantly he obeyed.
“Come closer. That’s better.” The woman prodded, gripped, squeezed. “A fine body. How virile are you? What have you been taught? How many can you serve in a night?”
“With respect, my lady, I am not your chiro. For answers you must ask my owner.”
“You dare to defy me!”
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