himself from the flower bed, then retired to her cushions, where Ayaki still lay asleep:
Jican stepped into the room from the hallway. 'Mistress?'
he inquired meekly.
With a wave at her hadonra, Mara said, 'I am about to learn why Elzeki here must argue with slaves.'
The overseer stepped through the outer door, flushing visibly at his mistress's disapproval. Elzeki was little better than a slave himself, an untrained servant given the office of managing workers about the estate. And authority given to him could be taken away. He prostrated himself upon the waxed wood floor and protested hotly in his own defence.
'Mistress, these barbarians have no sense of order. They are without wai.' He used the ancient Tsurani word meaning
'centre of being'- the soul that defined one's place in the universe. 'They complain, they malinger, they argue, they make jokes . . .' Frustrated to the point of tears, he finished in an angry rush. 'The redheaded one is the worst. He acts as if he were a noble.'
Mara's eyes widened. 'A noble?'
Elzeki straightened from his obeisance and glanced in appeal at the hadonra. Jican still winced at the poor choice of words. With no support forthcoming from the hadonra, Elzeki prostrated himself again, his forehead pressed to the floor. 'Please, mistress! I meant no disrespect!'
Mara waved away the apology. 'No. That is understood.
What did you mean?'
Peeking up, he saw that his mistress's anger had changed to interest. 'The other barbarians defer to him, my Lady.
Maybe this redhead was an officer too cowardly to die. He might have lied. These barbarians mix truth and untruth without distinction, I sometimes think. Their ways are strange. They confuse me.'
Mara frowned, thinking that if the redhead were cowardly, or frightened of pain, he would not have shown such nerveless composure at the prospect of a beating by her guards.
'What were you and he arguing about?' Jican demanded.
Elzeki, the overseer, seemed to shrivel, as if to review the events leading up to his shameful embarrassment were to relive them. 'Many things, honourable hadonra. The barbarian speaks with such a savage accent, he is difficult to understand.' Through the screen beyond the drapes came the sound of a distant thud, followed by a pained grunt.
Mara's orders for punishment were plainly being carried out by the guards. Since his own hide might be whipped over the barbarians' disobedience, the overseer began visibly to sweat.
Mara motioned for the screen door to be closed, lest she be further disturbed. As a house servant rushed to do her bidding, she saw that the remaining barbarians were gathered on the walkway, their shears idle in their hands, regarding their mistress with open hostility and resentment.
Stifling outrage at such blatant disrespect, Mara snapped at the overseer. 'Then tell us just one thing that red-haired barbarian dared to feel important enough to argue about.'
Elzeki shifted his weight. 'The redhead asked to move one of the men inside.'
Jican glanced at his mistress, who nodded permission for him to cross-question. 'What reason did he give?'
'Some nonsense about our sun being hotter than the sun on their own world, and this other man being stricken by the heat.'
Mara said, 'What else?'
Elzeki glanced at his feet, like a boy caught sneaking sweets from the kitchen. 'He also complained that some of the slaves needed more water than we were giving them, because of the heat.'
Mara said,'And?'
'He gave excuses for laziness. Rather than work hard, he objected that a few of the men who were set to tend the flowers knew nothing of plants upon their own world, let alone ours, and that to punish them for working slowly was foolish.'
Jican sat back, astonished. 'These sound like excellent suggestions to me, my Lady.'
Mara expelled a long-suffering sigh. 'It seems that I acted too hastily,' she said ruefully. 'Elzeki, go and put a stop to the beating. Tell my guards to have the redheaded slave cleaned up and brought to me here in my study.'
As the overseer hurried obsequiously away, Mara regarded her hadonra. 'Jican, it would seem that I ordered punishment for the wrong man.'
'Elzeki has never had much perception,' Jican agreed.
Silently he wondered why that admission seemed to cause his Lady distress.
'We'll have to remove him from office,'Mara summed up.
'Slaves are much too valuable to be mismanaged by fools.'
She appealed at last to her hadonra. 'I'll have you break the news to Elzeki, and then trust you to appoint his replacement.'
Your will, my Lady.' Jican bowed low and departed. As he passed through the screen