Grief-stricken, he lowered his eyes to Si'Wren, and said resolutely,
"Little one, do you swear by your God never to say one word for the
rest of your days, so long as you shall live and breathe and have life
in you, and to suffer death to yourself and dishonor to your Invisible
God if you should ever fail to do so?"
Si'Wren realized that here was the chance, not only to redeem herself
but her newfound Invisible God as well.
"I swear it," Si'Wren said.
"She has so sworn, Master," Habrunt immediately declared to Master
Rababull.
"Let it be so," rasped Master Rababull. "A fitting conclusion to the
matter."
At that moment, Master Rababull's attention was diverted as he was
approached by the Camel Master. His face remained stern and obnoxious
to look upon, which unintended visage of evil, coupled with the sight
of several slaves carrying away the remains of Nelatha, and the sight
of all the spilled blood in the dust, made the all-observant Camel
Master extraordinarily nervous, although he tried rather desperately
not to show it and failed miserably.
The Camel Master spoke briefly to Master Rababull about something, and
when he had politely heard out the man, Master Rababull turned to
Habrunt.
"Go to now, Slavemaster, and take this silent one with you," said
Master Rababull.
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