There was no answer to that, and Margaret tried to hide her growing nervousness. Sin allowed herself a feline smile.
Wor came striding forward. "Highness Sin," he boomed. "I desire to claim my right to this captive."
Sin's eyes narrowed suspiciously, and Margaret's intuition told her the similarity between them had something to do with her hesitation.
"No. She is not of the Rebels, and therefore you have no captor's rights. You recognized her as an Outworldling yourself when you gave her a thought helmet. Thus by custom she is subject to a hearing—if I so choose."
"Then grant me, Oh Sin—"
"Go pick yourself another plaything. There are several in the slave pits who still have their minds. I must find out more about this one."
"But—"
"I have spoken."
Wor turned away, disgruntled but not daring to try the dark ruler's patience further. Sin returned her attention to Margaret.
"Follow me," she ordered. "We will talk in private."