She laughed. "Tomorrow," she said, "I will put you up at stake, to be a prize for the girls my kajirus."
At about the eighth hour, Telima had ordered me to a pole, where she bound me and placed on my head the garland of rence flowers. Otherwise, she had not deigned to permit be clothing.
I had stood at the pole the long morning, subject to the examination, the stares, and the blows and abuse of those who passed by.
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