"Remember, my dear, I am Sin."
IV
The guards who came for Margaret looked startled at their orders.
"Not the slave pens, Highness?" one of them asked.
"This woman will perhaps become Of the Faith," Sin snapped. "Treat her accordingly."
Margaret looked up, but Sin offered no explanation.
The suite of rooms to which she was taken were all she could have desired, but the windows looked out on a sheer drop and the guards bolted the door behind her. She had just time to glance around when the door opened again.
"Your first slave," a single guard announced. "A gift to you from Highness Sin."
The slave was a girl in her teens, scrawny and underfed and completely nude. Her face wore the same blank, uncomprehending look Margaret had noticed on the naked people in the audience chamber. Across her rigidly outstretched arms lay several rich dresses.