"Can you please shut up," Eric said, a hint of impatience in his voice as he threw back the covers.
The beautiful Saracen girl sat up, bewildered. She knelt before Eric, her head bowed low.
"Send her back," Eric said, tapping his forehead.
Eric stripped off the clothes he was wearing, tossed them aside, and put on a fresh set.
He then started to leave the room. Just as he reached the door, he glanced back as if remembering something, then turned his gaze to Otto at his side.
"If she goes back, will she just be given to someone else?"
Otto nodded, then quickly shook his head.
"Did you leave your vocal cords at home?" Eric kicked Otto.
"No, it's just that you told me to shut... er... Yes, she'd most likely be given to someone else. She's just an object, after all. Your uncle Roger doesn't have much interest in these things."
"Then why were you shaking your head just now..."
