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It was the same woman trawling a strong accent I couldn’t place and a no-nonsense, efficacious bearing. Actually she reminded me a little of my grade two teacher, Miss Grassey. We used to call her Miss Grass-ass behind her back. I guess that was rude too because she was really a nice lady. Something told me that this thirty-something woman wasn’t.

‘You are Elizabeth Lambert?’ she asked as she pulled to a stop directly in front of me. The heavy-looking brocade costume she wore seemed content to carry on before, burdened by its own weight, it fell back and came to rest around her, ankle deep and belted at the waist. She was wearing a traditional Moroccan kaftan although I didn’t know the word then; the first of many new words I would learn, amongst other things.

‘Yes ma’am.’

‘I am Madame Tremblay. You will call me Madame and I, I will call you from this time forward Lilly for the Lord Capritzo, he does not like Elizabeth for it is harsh upon the tongue. This you understand?’

‘Yes Madame.’

‘Excellent. Come with me and I will show you to your rooms where you may change into something more comfortable. Tomorrow you will be massaged; you skin inspected and correction made. It is important always that a woman takes care of her skin and the lord Capritzo will have it so.’

She looked at me sharply. ‘You … you I think have had conversation with the girl called Karen for she is wont to be here at this hour. Do not take heed of her nor make yourself her friend for the lord Capritzo, he has no caring for her so I think it is that he will rid himself of her, and soon. It will for me be no sad news to hear of it.’

‘What is this place?’ I asked, hoping for a confirmation of what I already knew, or guessed.

‘Here you will be made safe and taken care of until the lord Capritzo has decided what is to become of you.’

But he had already made up his mind; Doctor Colter knew it, Madame Tremblay knew it and Karen too but it would be over a week before I would meet him again and learn the truth from him. He had me and he would keep me for the next two years.

Life & Death In an American Harem

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