The eagerness in the young man's face was replaced by doubt.
"I am not permit—" he began hesitantly.
Tamar cut him short with a gesture. "Do as I say," he snapped. "The responsibility will be mine."
The warrior bowed. "Follow me."
They entered the great hall and ascended to the third floor. Outside the twin doors leading to the slave quarters they were stopped by two guards on duty there.
Tamar's guide addressed one of them. "Rokor," he said, "this is the noble Tamar of Ammad. At his command I have brought him here."
Rokor bowed deeply. "It is an honor to meet Urim's guest. How may I serve you?"
"By taking me to see one of the slave-girls here—the cave-girl, Dylara."
Something akin to a leer crept into Rokor's expression. "Oh, yes; I know the one you mean. If you will come with me...."