"What do you mean?" he replied.
"Am I not your slave?" she said softly. "Have you not ruined yourself to buy me?"
"That is true," he said, stroking his chin and examining her reflectively. "You are my most costly possession!"
"Well?" she insisted.
"And I shall not be here to guard you," he continued. "Who knows what may happen?"
She drew through her slender fingers the silken fringe of the crimson shawl that was twisted about her waist.
"You have not asked me why I went to Thebes," she said at last.
"No," he replied, looking at her inquiringly.
"I wanted to see Maia," she said, looking at him innocently. "I had heard so much of her beauty."
"Oh," he said, smiling. "What did you think of her?"