Ferende turned as pale as death, but called to Ayesha, sweetly:
"Don't you hear the Effendi, Ayesha? Run!"
Kostakes sprang to his feet, and strode toward Ferende with uplifted riding whip.
"None of that, you lazy drab! Who is master in this house, you or I? Come and pull off my boots or I'll cut blood out of you!"
Come and pull off my boots or I'll lash you
Ferende obeyed, with a half counterfeit of a smile upon her pale lips, and revenge in her heart.
"How long before dinner will be ready?" Kostakes called to Ayesha.
"About twenty minutes, Effendi."