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look forward to
sharing his mattress with this or any other woman. But he was being
paid to train the slave and she would be in his bed every eve, if
it was needed to tame her. What was one less evening he supposed?
Picking up his shirt, he donned it, tucking the bottom of the
garment into the waist band of his trousers. He pulled on his boots
and then rummaged through his bag, withdrawing his laser weapon and
harnessing it in his belt.
    No sense in taking chances.
    After all, he was transporting royal
merchandise, and since his travelling entourage seemed to have no
regard for discretion, it was better to be safe than sorry. For a
brief moment, Tarken considered summoning them to escort him, but
readily brushed the idea aside. They might make matters worse. His
aim was to get the slave and get back to Buranis with her safe and
sound.
    “Let’s be done with it then.” Tarken headed
toward the door. Opening it, he swept his hand toward the corridor
outside while waiting for Lavidis to precede him. He then followed,
mumbling several curses for the sleep he was being deprived of and
the exhaustion that surely would come from taming an unruly
slave.
    By mobile strollaway it was a short
distance to Lavidis’ domicile, and as Tarken stepped from the
conveyor his attention became transfixed on the enormous building
in front of him. There was no doubt it was Lavidis’ domain since
there was only one walkway leading to what he assumed was a gated
front entranceway. Sure enough, the flesh peddler was ambling
directly toward it, and as Tarken followed, he couldn’t’ help but
notice how substantial the security around the small fortress was.
It was rather amazing.
    Scanning from one corner of the walled
façade to another, the slavemaster estimated that there were at
least forty blackguards, and there was a tower on each corner of
the fortress, both with large artillery weapons aimed outward.
Laser trips crisscrossed the entranceway, the crimson coloring
telling Tarken they would severely burn an intruder who attempted
to pass through, and all visible windows were barred with laser
trips traversing them too. Truly, there couldn’t be that much of
value inside to require such stately protection.
    Even Mecor’s castle wasn’t this
well-guarded. Tarken had to wonder how anyone could escape these
walls. The slave he was to retrieve must be very resourceful
indeed. It would be wise to keep an extremely close eye on her.
    There were murmurs by the blackguards and
other inhabitants who milled around as the trader waved for the
deactivation of the lasers, and they passed through the now open
gates.
    Immediately, Lavidis began barking orders
that caused the minions to scamper to and fro. He gestured for
Tarken to follow, and they ambled through an archway that led to an
inner court garden. It was then the slavemaster realized the
magnitude of Lavidis’ trade.
    The man was filthy rich.
    The silvery speckled walkway was a mosaic of drek stone, the most expensive in the galaxy. And the
foliage and flowers…they were of a rare variety and nearly
impossible to obtain unless one had connections and resources.
    “Here,” Lavidis motioned toward a table
already set with and enticing aroma.
    Tarken stared at the feast and then
grumbled, “I’m not here to socialize slave
    trader. Just give me the merchandise and
I’ll be on my way.”
    For several long moments, Lavidis said
nothing. He merely stared at Tarken. His mouth twisted from side to
side as if pondering something. “Very well.” He motioned toward
another walkway. “Right this way.”He led Tarken up a few flights of
stairs where they emerged onto an open balcony.
    The slavemaster suspected that Lavidis’ was
avoiding something and now Tarken knew why. From above where he
stood, looking down upon the pool, he watched as the slave he was
brought to observe was attended to by the other woman. Tarken took
liberty admiring her form.
    She faced away from him and therefore did
not