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Authors: Robert Asprin, Lynn Abbey
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with a nice and quite pretty hand, "it's the sun. It makes me break out all in green warts. Wouldn't that be awful to have to look at?" No such touch accompanied the veiled lady's response to the rude almost-woman who breached the bounds of gentility and mannered decency by asking the same question.
"Pox," the veiled lady said tersely. The questioner, while bereft of the sensitivity to blush or even apologize, said no more. Eyes widening, she abruptly remembered that her presence was required elsewhere. (The first "explanation" was pooh-poohed, though not directly to the veiled one; if that were so, a fellow pilgrim wisely observed, then why were her hands not gloved, and why were they so pretty-a lady's hands? The second explanation was considerably more troubling. It was suspect, but who wanted to take a chance on catching some pox or other? People began to keep their distance, just in case.) The big good-looking guard from Mrsevada was rude, too, but in a different way. He knew what flashing those good big teeth in that handsome face would get him. It had got him plenty, and would again. Having assured his comrades that he would soon bring them the answer, he addressed her with cocky confidence.
"Whatcha hiding under all them robes and veil, sweets?"
"A syphilitic face and a pregnant belly," the faceless woman told him. "Want to visit me in my tent tonight?"
"Uh-I uh, no, I was just-"
"And what are you hiding behind that totally phony smile, swordsman?" He blinked and the dazzling smile faded away in patches, like the dissipating of those fluffy white clouds that signify nothing.
"You have a sharp tongue, pregnant and syphilitic."
"That," she told him, "is true. You can understand that I don't like men with winning smiles ..."
The handsome guardsman went away.
After that, no one asked her questions. Furthermore, the guardsmen, her fellow travelers, and the caravanseers not only left her alone, but indeed shunned the veiled woman-who after all could surely be no lady ... !
She had paid her way-the full charge, too-without argument or complaint and with only the modicum of dickering that showed her to be human, though not .arrogant. (Most nobles showed their arrogance either by stating their own price and paying it-usually less than what could be considered fair. Others at once paid what was asked, so as to show that they were far too well off and noble to dicker with mere clerks and caravan masters or booking stewards.) She had brought her own water and foodstuffs. She stayed to herself and caused no trouble, while giving others something to talk about. She was no trouble at all. The tall caravan master, his gray-shot beard and easy confidence reminders of his experience, did not believe that she was syphilitic, or pocked, or sun cursed, or pregnant either. Nor did he view her as sinister merely because she refused to show her face. Thus Caravan Master Eliab was not pleasant to the little delegation of three women and the prideless husband of one of them, when they came to demand that the veiled person reveal and identify herself on the grounds that she was mysterious and therefore sinister and Frightening The Children.
Master Eliab looked down upon them, literally and figuratively. "Point out to me those children who are affrighted of the Lady Saphtherabah," he said, making up an impressive name for in truth she had signed on with him simply as "Cleya," a name common in Suma, "and I shall make them forget her by giving them something else to be fearful of."
"Hmp. And what might that be. Caravan Master?"
"ME!" he bellowed, and he transformed his bushily bearded face into a fearful scowl. At the same time he swept out the curved sword from his worn paisley patterned sash. Curling his other hand into a claw, he pounced at them. He took only the one big lunging step, but the members of the delegation took many. Squealing and worse, four disunited individuals fled his company. When Eliab arose next morning-with the
"Pox," the veiled lady said tersely. The questioner, while bereft of the sensitivity to blush or even apologize, said no more. Eyes widening, she abruptly remembered that her presence was required elsewhere. (The first "explanation" was pooh-poohed, though not directly to the veiled one; if that were so, a fellow pilgrim wisely observed, then why were her hands not gloved, and why were they so pretty-a lady's hands? The second explanation was considerably more troubling. It was suspect, but who wanted to take a chance on catching some pox or other? People began to keep their distance, just in case.) The big good-looking guard from Mrsevada was rude, too, but in a different way. He knew what flashing those good big teeth in that handsome face would get him. It had got him plenty, and would again. Having assured his comrades that he would soon bring them the answer, he addressed her with cocky confidence.
"Whatcha hiding under all them robes and veil, sweets?"
"A syphilitic face and a pregnant belly," the faceless woman told him. "Want to visit me in my tent tonight?"
"Uh-I uh, no, I was just-"
"And what are you hiding behind that totally phony smile, swordsman?" He blinked and the dazzling smile faded away in patches, like the dissipating of those fluffy white clouds that signify nothing.
"You have a sharp tongue, pregnant and syphilitic."
"That," she told him, "is true. You can understand that I don't like men with winning smiles ..."
The handsome guardsman went away.
After that, no one asked her questions. Furthermore, the guardsmen, her fellow travelers, and the caravanseers not only left her alone, but indeed shunned the veiled woman-who after all could surely be no lady ... !
She had paid her way-the full charge, too-without argument or complaint and with only the modicum of dickering that showed her to be human, though not .arrogant. (Most nobles showed their arrogance either by stating their own price and paying it-usually less than what could be considered fair. Others at once paid what was asked, so as to show that they were far too well off and noble to dicker with mere clerks and caravan masters or booking stewards.) She had brought her own water and foodstuffs. She stayed to herself and caused no trouble, while giving others something to talk about. She was no trouble at all. The tall caravan master, his gray-shot beard and easy confidence reminders of his experience, did not believe that she was syphilitic, or pocked, or sun cursed, or pregnant either. Nor did he view her as sinister merely because she refused to show her face. Thus Caravan Master Eliab was not pleasant to the little delegation of three women and the prideless husband of one of them, when they came to demand that the veiled person reveal and identify herself on the grounds that she was mysterious and therefore sinister and Frightening The Children.
Master Eliab looked down upon them, literally and figuratively. "Point out to me those children who are affrighted of the Lady Saphtherabah," he said, making up an impressive name for in truth she had signed on with him simply as "Cleya," a name common in Suma, "and I shall make them forget her by giving them something else to be fearful of."
"Hmp. And what might that be. Caravan Master?"
"ME!" he bellowed, and he transformed his bushily bearded face into a fearful scowl. At the same time he swept out the curved sword from his worn paisley patterned sash. Curling his other hand into a claw, he pounced at them. He took only the one big lunging step, but the members of the delegation took many. Squealing and worse, four disunited individuals fled his company. When Eliab arose next morning-with the
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