She laughed. "Tomorrow," she said, "I will put you up at stake, to be a prize for the girls my kajirus."
"But much used," said another, "and quite small."
She laughed, with others. They referred to my mouth, belly and thighs. My mouth, on the right side it was black, and cut, and swollen. Diagonally it wore the marks of the teeth of Telima. About my belly and thighs, were similar marks. Long had she worked me in to the early hours, serving her needs, laughing at mine, even when I begged at her feet, displaying myself as if she needed any proof.
"Yes," said the first girl, laughing, "quite small, truely a kajirus from birth."
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