She vaguely recalled her first, distant impression of his
great bearded countenance, his fleshy features, and his eyes so full of
overwhelming intelligence and power upon first entering the judgement
hall.
As soon as Borla halted, Si'Wren stopped and stood utterly motionless
beside him, eyes downcast as her great and terrible Lord leaned
slightly forward on his throne. Borla kept his hand on her shoulder.
More curious than offended, Emperor Euphrates regarded the shy but
stubborn slave girl as Borla looked on intently from within his hooded
visage. Indeed, the whole court seemed to hold it's breath.
"Come here, child," said Emperor Euphrates, as he wiggled an index
finger to beckon her nearer.
In the midst of that frozen silence of so many disbelieving and
incredulous faces, Si'Wren kept her eyes downcast and remained immobile.
"Come," bid her Lord and Emperor again.
After another long hesitation, Si'Wren finally shuffled forward, a step
at a time, while the fierce-looking Borla let his hand fall without
impediment from her shoulder to slip away unnoticed.
Si'Wren stopped again, instinctively realizing that she had seen no
one, throughout all earlier court proceedings, approach so close
before, especially with such menacing guards looking on from all sides.
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