Talking to Sara

"I've never seen clothes like yours before," she says innocently. "Is that the latest fashion in Theras?"

"Er, not exactly. It doesn't help that, since I gave birth, they no longer fit me very well."

"I'd offer to lend you some of mine, but I'm afraid that they wouldn't fit you."

That is true enough. She is petite, whilst I am quite tall and rather on the voluptuous side - even more so now as the after-effect of my pregnancy.

"It's a kind thought but not to worry," I say.

"I could get my dressmaker to run you up something if you will be staying for a few days."

"I'm not sure how long I will be here," I say. I still wouldn't be surprised if Don has Teran, Moula and myself thrown out, in accordance with the Marquess' wish and for fear that I might tell his wife about our affair.

"So why are you here?" she asks.

Before I can answer, Don bursts in, looking angry. "A servant told me that you were in here," he says to his wife. "You shouldn't be. I don't want you talking to this woman."

Sara looks surprised. "Why ever not?" she asks.

Don hesitates. I know that he is afraid that I might tell his wife about us. For her sake rather than his own, I decide to help him out by inventing a plausible-sounding reason for his not wanting her to talk to me.

"Because I'm a whore, Lady Sara. I'm really not the sort of person that a properly brought up young noblewoman like yourself should be talking to."

1. Her face falls. "Oh! I suppose you're right. I hope that one day you can make a better life for yourself, Hari. Goodbye, then."
2. Her face lights up. "Oh, how interesting! You must tell me all about it. What was it like?" "Sara!" Don protests.

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