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mind?”
    They ignored him.
    Kianto was about to urge her again when a soft material was pressed on his mouth quick enough to take away any means of defense. He grunted, but could no longer part his lips for an angry remark.
    “The beladis- muzzle will keep you from talking too much while you are with me. And until you have gotten acquainted to your new task, I will hamper your movements a bit more than usual.” She put all her fingers on his chest as she got closer to whisper in his ear. “But as a reward you will have mating rituals you have not had before.”
    Kianto thought of the recent pain and then of Sariti and the bath and the joy he had found in doing Donego. He wondered what more she had in store and if it would be worth walking in chains.
    “You will be taken to my chamber,” Won Ta Ki said and then she was gone.

Chapter Three
    There was no bed. There was no furniture he could decipher at all in the spacious room Won Ta Ki called her private chamber. When his eyes adjusted to the dim light he looked around and found everything out of the ordinary. The dark red colors of the wooden walls, the cloth hung along the windows and the strange, liquid floor that seemed to change color and appearance as if touched by an unfelt wind.
    Kianto had been pushed on the ground, hands bound tight behind his back in a fashion that made his hands numb and cramped his shoulder muscles. A part of him knew that punishment had to be expected, another part protested and wanted back to Sariti and her firm, young body.
    He looked down to the device that enclosed his manhood. If his assumption was correct there was a kind of lock within and he would not make love without Won Ta Ki allowing it. Kianto cursed without words. His thoughts turned to Sariti and whether she would be punished, too. Imagining her bound and helpless delivered to Mawany cruelties made him wish he had been more careful. Though Sariti had come to his bath, he had been the one taking her against her—very quiet and short—protest. He wondered if the young woman was still around so that he might tell her how sorry he was for his mistake.
    Slowly and in pain, Kianto got up to inspect the chamber. The floor was warm and soft under his bare feet. There seemed to be a kind of life form within and he stepped back when his toes were pricked. His steps became an artful dance since the nibbling teeth seemed to follow him everywhere. He hopped back to where he started, frowning, staring at the swirling floor that kept its secret. He stood panting, turning in every direction, fearing that this animal might surface to take more than just a tiny bit of his toes.
    “The murinjin won’t harm you,” said a voice from the entrance.
    Kianto turned to see Won Ta Ki and a friend getting closer. They purred happily, opening and closing the double-lids of their eyes.
    “They live off the small flakes our skin sheds every day. Do not worry. After a bath with them your skin will feel very soft,” Won Ta Ki explained, and stroked down Kianto’s shoulder and arm.
    He lifted his chin to urge her to take off the muzzle.
    “You will not talk when I take it off,” she warned before she carefully opened the device. Kianto loosened his jaw and was about to ask what she had in store for him when she put two of her fingers on his lips. “I warn you, Kianto, this is not the place for you to talk.” When she clapped her hands, servants brought trays with small bites as dinner. “Kneel, and I will feed you.”
    He knelt, but could not keep from asking,
    “What do you want from me? Will you keep me here in this room? Is that my task now—serving you only?”
    Won Ta Ki sighed and put a piece of honeyed bread in his mouth.
    “I employ you as I see fit. For the moment, it will be here in my chamber, since the one who made me will not suffer to see you around. If you behave, you might be allowed to walk in the palace once more.”
    Kianto chewed and swallowed, pondering if he should dare