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"Are the women here even allowed to think?" She assu the sarcaslance, then said, his voice very low, "The emperor would prefer none of us to think very e drawn by a smart pair of white horses pulled up front, and the professor escorted her out into the open air of spring It was damp and cool, and as she inhaled deeply, she tasted the now fa that permeated the city The professor handed her up into the cab, and as she settled onto a cushioned leather seat, he paused outside to give the driver instructions before joining her, taking the seat across froe rolled forward, she observed that the sleek vehicle rode much more smoothly than those she was accustomed to
"Al out theto take in the sahed, leaning back in his seat "I’ed very much in the last two hundred years You would think with all the ingenuity of the ineers they’d have invented some other form of less tedious conveyance"
"Why haven’t they?"
"The emperor likes horses Machine replacean didn’t knohat to say to that She didn’t recall Mornhavon the Black having any special affinity for horses In fact, she didn’t think he’d had an affinity for anything but cruelty and violence
The veil clouded her vision, so she pulled it aside to continue watching out the , noting that other wo the street also wore hats with veils of one kind or another, whether or not they appeared by their dress to be of an upper or lower class Then she saw a young woarb very plain, burdened by several parcels and following behind another wo his sleeve and pointing "She hasn’t a veil"
"Probably a slave," he said, as if that explained everything "Household slave, I’d hazard"
"Slaves don’t wear veils?"
The professor shook his head "No, they are beneath consideration by society, not people"
Appalled, Karigan watched the young woman disappear from view, the irony that slaves were free to bare their faces, while non-slaves were not, was not lost on her
As happy as Karigan had been to be allowed out of the house, the yellow, gray haze in the sky, the cheerless brick facades of the buildings, and seeing her first slave, weighed down her spirits She asked the professor what his students knew about her
"Not much," he replied "That you were confined to an institution, and I brought you here to regain your health They’ll draw their own conclusions froe turned down another street before resu its rhythmic sway The clip-clop of the horse’s hooves was fahborhood," the professor said, "which is, if I s by the standards of those who live in the Capital, but extre toward the cole" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>