Kara clouted her on the head.
"Have done with it," she commanded imperiously. "Where are Giorgi and Jakka to lie?"
"Where they choose," returned Zitzi sourly.
Kara waved her hand about the chamber.
"Here or above, whichever you say," she announced to us. "These are the quarters of the young men."
"May we look above?" asked Nikka, anxious to seize this opportunity to explore.
Her answer was to dance up the stairs—she seldom walked or did anything slowly.
We followed her. There was a central corridor, and from it opened various rooms, some of them crammed with all manner of goods, valuable rugs, bric-a-brac, cloths, and frequently, the veriest junk.
"Beran stores plunder here, as you can see," she said. "The other rooms are empty. The young men prefer to sleep all together where they can watch one another."
Nikka realized that if we set up a different standard of conduct from that observed by our brother bachelors we would prejudice our position in this strange community.