She laughed. "Tomorrow," she said, "I will put you up at stake, to be a prize for the girls my kajirus."
"Teeth," said the first girl, the lithe, dark-haired girl.
I opened my mouth that she might examine my teeth. Others now stopped, and looked as well. The men of the camp were about the business, I was a lone male amongst many wild women.
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