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very good look at what you've been doing." He tried to speak,
stopped again as she tsked and shook her head. "Slavers, Vhsant.
You know that I hated slavers before. That hatred's gone a bit
deeper. Maybe you should see what it is to be a slave?" She
raised her free hand in front of his face. A red glow built around
her fingers, reflected in his eyes.

"You've never been on a tight-pack slave ship, have you,
Vhsant?" Megan's voice was as pale as her face. "You don't know
what you've been selling people into. I think you should." He
paled, started to sweat, made a convulsive movement. "I spent
three days in a middle rank, before we were exercised," Megan
said conversationally, though she was breathing hard, white
lines of tension around her eyes. "I had a corpse on one side, a
child with dysentery aboveтАж"

He was swallowing, his skin turning a pale greyish-green, his
eyes locked on something only he could see reflected in the glow
of her hand. Then he crumpled, closing his eyes, flinging a hand
up to block what he saw, crying, "No, make it go away! Please,
Teik Megan, Zar WhitlockтАФ"

"Yareslav!"

Her voice cracked out, and the underclerk felt her attention
shift for a moment. "Fetch my seals. NOW!" The clerk scrabbled
at the officer-supervisor's belt, grabbed the key and scurried into
the office. From the open door Megan could hear the rattle and
creak as the strongbox was unlocked, the hurried scuffle as he
searched for the seals, the slam as the lid came down again. He
almost ran across the room and put the House seal and her
personal seal on the counter beside her.

"Very prompt," she said and dropped her hands. "I'm glad
you recognized me, Vhsant. I'm also glad you've kept my
persona] seal. Green jade is expensive. " He raised his head out
of shaking hands. She slid down from the counter.

"Until I know more, you're on leave from any work in my
House. Get this mess cleaned up, then get out, until I call you
back, if I call you back. Yareslav, I saw the healer's sign still up
on the corner; I think the two Shkai'ra downed will need him."

The junior clerk bowed. Megan looked up, one corner of her
mouth quirked into a smile; Shkai'ra had transferred her foot to
Bhodan's chest. "You can let him up now, Shkai'ra. He's finally
realizing that he really does work for me!" The Kommanza
grinned back at her.

The blonde hung her sheathed sword back on her belt and