Heedless alike of Leonora's cooing advances, and Rayma's dark scowls, Pansy sat down.
The shadows gathered. The lamps were lit. Then dinner time came. A conglomeration of sweets and fruit and dainties set out on silver trays, with only a spoon to eat with.
Again Leonora's voice broke into Pansy's broodings.
"Come, won't you eat, my sister?" she coaxed, pushing one of the trays closer.
But Pansy felt as if she could never eat a bite again.
Rayma ate nothing either.
With angry eyes, she studied the newcomer.
Pansy was very beautiful in her way, but no more beautiful than Rayma was in hers. And what was more, she was not perfect. There was an ugly red scar on one of her milk-white arms. And the Lord Casim hated flaw or blemish on a woman.
Would this new slave's presence bring him to the harem?
If he came——!