Caramon carried the girl to the main entrance of the Tower, and bellowed out an anguished cry. Almost immediately, the doors flew open, and Laures came into sight.

"You have my slave girl AND my sister?!" Laures bellowed.

"Slave girl?" spat Caramon. "She is no slave of yours. You know as rightly well as I do that a child-girl brothel is not the same as slavery. Besides. You permit her to wear white. She is yours no longer. She-is-mine." These last two words were said with clenched teeth.

Laures' face turned from the calm, collected color of ivory, to a sallow, ugly yellow shade, to a bright red flush. Caramon's soul lept, and he brushed past Laures with an ennervatingly triumphant smile upon his face.

Raistlin's hunger tore fiercely at him as he looked upon the grand feast they had prepared for him. His eyes grew wide as they slid over the enormous ham, the head-sized wheels of cheese, the piles of loaves, and the flagons of wine infront of him. He took great haste in finding the largest slice of ham, and taking a large chunk of cheese. He said, through a stuffed mouth, to pass a loaf, and immediately, wide eyed elf-children fetched him over a dozen loaves. He washed his food down with goblet after endless goblet of rich red wine, and was soon feeling somewhat light-headed. Other partakers in the feast looked on as Raistlin ate inhuman proportions that equalled to his brother's insatiable appetite. They had seen Caramon, earlier that morning, devour their feast, and now they knew how these two men were related, if not by looks, then by the hunger of their innards.

Caramon, instead of attending the heady dinner feast, found his way to his rooms with the girl and called for two female servants. He could hear them rushing down the hallway, tripping over each others rather elaborate work dresses they were forced to wear, so great was his bellow. When they arrived, he could hear them trying to catch their breath, and preening themselves. Unneccessary, he thought, they think I wish to have them for myself. So wrong are they, that it hurts my soul.

They entered, and took awe at the girl laying upon Caramon's chest. She would not let go of him, nor would he permit her to.Though her back was covered still by Caramon's shirt, they could see how skinny her legs and arms were. Caramon quickly said, "I need a bath drawn for this young miss here. I also need clean bandages, a healer, and a dress, if you can manage it. But!" Caramon said quickly. "No white. No white at all. And do not let young Master Laures see you." he commanded.

They took quick curtsies, and hustled out the door. They were confused by these instructions, but they had before recieved odder ones. They were glad, actually that this big man had not wanted them for himself. He was too large of a man to be small in his trousers. His brother, on the other hand, they were sure that they could handle him.

Shandi was near to frantic. She had not seen Caramon at lunch, or his brothers Earth Recieving feast. She had frantically run to Freya, that idiotic old man, and had asked if he had come to work. Freya muttered a few nasty words not meant to be heard by womanly ears, and quickly trotted away. This had bothered her some, and so she decided to find him. She put on a deep purple cloak over her head, and walked quickly into the dark.

The servants came to the door of Caramon's room yet again, and this time they had a rich dress in tow. It was a magnificent creation, a purple and black dress meant for special occasions. It had once been Miss Shandra's dress, or so it was said. It was sent back to the Wardrobe Maiden when Shandra had been quite small, and it had never been requested again. It had a black corset ontop with a purple sheen to it. There was chunks of purple and black chiffon sewn onto the corset, giving it a look something like a dance costume. They had also brought a large box of hairpins and a long roll of purple ribbons to weave into the girls hair. When they entered the room they saw Caramon's back, with the little Miss' arms about his broad, bare shoulders. They saw that Caramon was swaying about, rocking the girl, and they could hear soft singing coming from his mouth. They quietly placed the dress on the bed, along with the bandages they had brought, and softly walked into the bath and began drawing up water from the lower floors. This was done with a hole in the ground where a bucket could be lowered into the naturally heated springs below the Tower.

Once they were done drawing up the water, they quietly went back into the room, and the younger one softly cleared her throat. Caramon spun around, and seeing only them, spoke softly into the girls ear. He then passed her off to the older maiden and grabbed the younger one by the arm. He whispered quickly into her ear, " Be warned, all is not as it appears. Be gentle. If you hurt her, you will hurt too. Bandage her wounds gently, she is in much pain. Please place her in that contraption and make her feel like a beautifull miss once again, and then bring her to me. I will be in the dining hall, where my brother is now supping. Also, could you find her name, and possibly the name of the inflictor?"

The young maid flushed from the closeness of this man, and curtsied. She then spun through the doorway behind her and began prising the shirt the girl had clutched in her fingers off of the frail body. She was set much aback by the wounds, when she finally got the shirt over the girls head. But, unperterbed, she ushered the older maid towards the clothing, and then gently lead the girl to the steaming bathtub. The girl slowly stepped up the stairs and gently eased her foot into the richly tiled tub, and, feeling no pain from the warmth of the water, gracefully eased herself into the tub. When the water reached her injuries, she shut her eyes, and from these, two solitary tears came forth. But she bore this pain courageously, and the young maid looked upon her with great admiration. The maid took up the dark blue washrag and began cleansing the dirt from the girls body, all the while talking to her and telling her stories. Throughout the bath, the girl remained silent, but courteously interested in what the maid had to say. When the maid would come to a particularly tense part in her talking, the girls eyes would widen or tense accordingly. Finally, the maid finished all her washing, and was ready to bandage the girl. She helped the girl out of the tub, and the girl slid a little on the tile flooring. As an instant reflex, the maid said, "Be careful-" and it occured she didn't know the girl's name.

The maid tried to go about it gently. She had never heard the girl speak, she didn't even know if she could. The maid asked gently, "What is your name, lass?"

And the girl replied. She said in a soft, melodic, childlike voice, "I...I am the Wench."

The maid frowned her eyebrows at the girl. "That could not be your true name."

"I am called it often enough"

"Well you must have a true name. My name is Menara, and her" she said, gesturing towards the older lady standing patiently near them, bandages in hand, "name is Leesae-ann."

" I remember somebody came to me one time, when I was very ill. She, it must have been a she, placed her hand upon my besweated brow and cooled my body with ice, and quenched my water-thirst. And she sang me the most lovely song, it had my name in it. She sang it like this:

Sunarii du illla

Sunalii u itra

Suchtalii mon milla

ye'lon

Sunarii y milla

Sunalli du silla

Wu'tari solitra

Solitra, Solitra

Yu namos es

S'phianne, S'phianne

Yu namos es

S'phianne."

She had such a clear, harmonic voice. It was almost as if a choir of gods were singing through this girl, S'phianne. Menara was stunned at the talent that this girl had, and was awe-struck by the horror that this girl had suffered. She gently lead the girl to a chair, where her an Leesae-ann bandaged her wounds. They then stood her up and helped her put on the dress. They loosely bound the corset to her back and found that the dress fit as if made for her. They then wound the purple ribbons into her hair and pinned it up. They tried their best to hide the showing scars on her back with powders and salves, but to no avail. It was a tragedy that this lovely girl had been ruined so prematurely. She would have made a high bounty wife for some rich, handsome lord, and would have produced the most lovely of children.

When all was prepared, Menara took S'phianne by the hand and directed her towards the great dining hall. She could hear laughter and talking, so she knew Caramon would be about somewhere. When they got to the doors, the two esquires guarding the doors bowed low, and opened the doors with great flourish. Every head spun about to see who was daring to interrupt the feast of a great mage, and when they saw the lovely young maiden standing at the door, with her maid in hand, they bowed their heads in silence of her beauty. Caramon stepped forth, awed, and held out his hand to the young girl.