“The master is asleep,” said Tarrar.
“Wake him.”
“The master is sick,” said Tarrar.
“Tell him that I can cure him.”
“I dare not,” said Tarrar. “He would be angry. It would be against his orders. He is accustomed to have us obey him.”
“Announce me.”
“No,” said Tarrar.
“You’re a little monkey,” said the woman.
And she opened the door and lifted a curtain.
Tarrar and Caleb, dismayed, tried to stop her: