Post by salty on Jun 2, 2005 9:18:38 GMT -5
He felt better, his beard of many days now gone and his hair, once hanging to his shoulders, now cropped short in the fashion of his people. He stepped out of the barber's shop and looked down at his slave Tara. He had chained her to the slave ring near the door to the shop...a convenience he found only in large cities and one that he found he liked. She was sound asleep, being small enough to lie close to the wall and keep in shade. He always enjoyed standing over her and looking down at her sweet form. She lay there, naked, the cotton collar he had woven himself of the blue and tan colors of the Tahari, was the only piece of covering on her form. The silver tag that was affixed to her collar was easily readable even in the shade: "Tara, property of and reserved in all things to Salty Ibin Hassan."
Salty nudged her with a sandaled foot, "Up girl, time to bathe" and as he unlocked the chains from her ankles and returned key and chains to the hook on the wall, the girl crawled to his feet asking, "Permission to speak master?". He reached down and tousled her hair with one hand, "You may speak kajira." "Master you look so different now, are you still the same master who brought me here?" she said with a smile on her face, a smile he could not see because as a good slave, she could not look upon him, but he could sense the smile as he knew her very well. "You will know girl when I use you, now heel, we go the the bath house."
Salty did not care for cities....too many people, too close together, narrow streets, noisy, smelly. and expensive. He found the bath house the barber had told him of and he had to keep his lips tight together wien he was told it would cost him 10 tarsk bits, even though he had his own slave to bathe him and would not need a bath slave. He took his purse from out of his robes, set it on the Attendent's counter and counted out the coins, one at a time. He was like a miser when it concerned money. The Attendent pointed to a table, on which lay stacks of towels, jars of soaps,oils and creams. Salty told Tara to take what they would need and then the two of them went by the pool, moving to a corner for as much privacy as could be had in such a place. He quickly removed his robe, breeches and sandals. Then with a sly grin on his face and not saying a word, he lifted Tara from her feet and tossed her into the pool.
He then slid into the water and relaxed as Tara began to scrub him from head to toe. He closed his eyes and began to think about the names given to him by the barber, names of men who were known to be hiring mercenaries. He was not short for coin, but he was growing bored. It was time to ply his calling and he would take his time selecting for whom he would use his steel.::
Salty nudged her with a sandaled foot, "Up girl, time to bathe" and as he unlocked the chains from her ankles and returned key and chains to the hook on the wall, the girl crawled to his feet asking, "Permission to speak master?". He reached down and tousled her hair with one hand, "You may speak kajira." "Master you look so different now, are you still the same master who brought me here?" she said with a smile on her face, a smile he could not see because as a good slave, she could not look upon him, but he could sense the smile as he knew her very well. "You will know girl when I use you, now heel, we go the the bath house."
Salty did not care for cities....too many people, too close together, narrow streets, noisy, smelly. and expensive. He found the bath house the barber had told him of and he had to keep his lips tight together wien he was told it would cost him 10 tarsk bits, even though he had his own slave to bathe him and would not need a bath slave. He took his purse from out of his robes, set it on the Attendent's counter and counted out the coins, one at a time. He was like a miser when it concerned money. The Attendent pointed to a table, on which lay stacks of towels, jars of soaps,oils and creams. Salty told Tara to take what they would need and then the two of them went by the pool, moving to a corner for as much privacy as could be had in such a place. He quickly removed his robe, breeches and sandals. Then with a sly grin on his face and not saying a word, he lifted Tara from her feet and tossed her into the pool.
He then slid into the water and relaxed as Tara began to scrub him from head to toe. He closed his eyes and began to think about the names given to him by the barber, names of men who were known to be hiring mercenaries. He was not short for coin, but he was growing bored. It was time to ply his calling and he would take his time selecting for whom he would use his steel.::