"Now," said Boots, "what was it that you wanted to speak to me about?"
"I want your collar," she said. "I beg it!"
"I have given some thought to this matter," said Boots, "and I have decided against it."
"No!" she cried.
"Yes," he said. "I have decided that, after all, you are a free woman."
"No, I am not," she said. "I am only a miserable slave, a rightful slave, one pleading for her collar."
"How can I know that you speak the truth?" he asked, thoughtfully.
"I am prepared to offer any evidences that you might suggest," she said.
There was a cheer from the men in the audience.
The Brigella laughed.
"Are you?" asked one of the men in the audience to the free woman in the audience.
"Get her on her knees naked, too," said another man of her.
"With her knees spread, and well," added another.
"Collar her," said another.
"Give her a taste of the whip," said another.
"Teach her quickly to lick and kiss," said another.
"Teach her what being a woman is all about," said another.
"Did you not see?" asked the free woman. "She laughed! She lost her characterization!"
"It is sometimes hard to keep one's characterization in such a play," I said.
"Perhaps," she said.
"Do not be too hard on her," I said. "She is only a slave."
"Slaves are to be shown no mercy," said the free woman, coldly.
"Do I detect that you are critical in some respects of her performance?" I asked. The Brigella seemed to me to be very talented.
"She is undoubtedly quite good," said the free woman, "but many of her lines, I think, could have been better handled, or at least differently handled, particularly in this form of farce, more broadly, both verbally and gesturally."
"Interesting," I said.
"May we have Lady Telitsia's permission to continue," inquired Boots, not too pleased with the interruption.
"You may continue," she said.
"Thank you," he said. "You are very kind." He then returned his attention to the Brigella. "No," he said. "I am sure you are a free woman, not a slave."
"No, no!" she said. "I am a slave! I swear it! I swear it!" She cast a wild glance back over her shoulder. AS yet, supposedly, Chino and Lecchio were not in sight.
"It is true," said Boots, "that at one time I thought you might be a slave."
"Yes!" she said.
"But I think I was wrong," said Boots.
"No, no," she said. "You were right! You were right!"
"You are a slave, really?" asked Boots.
"yes," she said. "I am really a slave! I swear it!" Again she looked over her shoulder.
"You do have slave curves," admitted Boots.
"Yes, yes!" she cried.
"Very well," said Boots. "I acknowledge, unqualifiedly, with no reservations whatsoever, uncompromisingly, that you are a slave."
"Collar me!" she cried.
"I think," said Chino to Lecchio, at the other side of the stage, "that it is nearly time for us to begin our fierce pursuit."
"Surely you must understand," said Boots to the Brigella, "that two quite different matters are under consideration here. One is whether or not you are a slave, a matter which has now been settled in the affirmative, and the other is whether or not I might be interested, in the least, in having you as my own slave."
She looked at him in disbelief.
"Not every man wants to own every slave," he said, "or, at least, it would not be too practical for a fellow to own every slave, for that would be a great many slaves."
"Please," she begged.
"Too, slaves can be expensive. One must feed them and, if one wishes, find them a rag to wear."
"Our fierce pursuit begins," announced Chino to the audience, and Lecchio began to describe a circle about the stage, carefully, bending over, hesitating now and then, apparently tracking the lovely fugitive.
"Disciplinary devices, such as whips and chains, too, can be expensive," said Boots.
"I fear they are coming!" she cried, turning back from looking over her shoulder.
"Who?" asked Boots.
"Oh, no one," she said.
"Oh," said Boots.
"I am at your feet, a naked supplicant," she said. "I entreat you, implore you, to show me mercy! Deign, in your graciousness, to consider my humble petition!"
"What was it again," asked Boots. "I fear it may have slipped my mind."
"Make me your slave!" she cried. "I beg to be made your slave!"
"Oh, yes," said Boots. "That is it. Have you had any experience?"
"That is her, up ahead, I think," called out Chino to Lecchio.
"No!" she wept.
"Then perhaps you should apply to another master," said Boots.
"Train me!" she said. "We must all start somewhere! I will be zealous and obedient!"
"I think you are right," said Lecchio to Chino, looking in the direction of Boots and the Brigella.
"Put your collar on me, please!" cried the Brigella. "There is little time!"
"I will give you my answer in the morning," said Boots.
"No," she cried. "No, please, no!"
"Or next week," he said.
"No!" she cried.
"Yes," said the Chino. "I am sure it is she. Let us hurry. We can have our ropes in her in a moment!" They then, apparently, began to hurry. To be sure, their new haste was largely a matter of marking time in place. Yet one had the distinct impression, in the lovely conventions involved, that they were getting closer and closer.
"Do you think you can be pleasing?" asked Boots. Free companions, after all, can be anything. But slaves must be pleasing.
"Yes," she cried, "yes!"
"Good," said Boots. "I shall let you know in the morning or in a few days."
"No!" she cried.
"Why not?" asked Boots.
"Then you would miss a night's pleasure," she said, desperately, wildly, "or perhaps even my use, at your slightest whim, for a few days!"
"That is true," mused Boots.
"Yes! There she is!" cried Chino to Lecchio. "Let us rush upon her! In an instant we will have her helpless in our bonds!"
"Oh, collar me, Master!" she cried. "Please, please, Master!"
"What did you call me?" asked Boots.
"Master, Master!" she cried.
"Oh, very well," said Boots.
Swiftly she thrust her neck forward, lifting her chin. Boots stood between her and the audience and seemed to reach into his pack. He seemed then to withdraw something from the pack and, in a moment, to fasten it on her neck. In this instant, of course, he had removed the scarf from about her neck, that concealing h er collar. He then stepped back. Lo, there was steel on her neck! There was a cheer from the men in the audience.
"We have you now!" cried Chino, he and Lecchio arriving on the scene, ropes in hand.
"Who are you fellows?" called Boots. "What do you want?"
The Brigella, now collared, trembling, cowered beside Boots, clinging to one of his legs.
"Do not question us," said the Chino. "Our profession is a dark one. I dare not mention it lest you faint in fear."
"Assassins!" cried Boots.
"Far worse," said the Chino.
"Feed hunters!" cried Boots, aghast.
"The same," said Chino.
"The very same," said the Lecchio, grimly.
"I am surprised, actually," said the Chino, "that you have heard of our profession, as it is not well known."
"I, myself," said the Lecchio, "heard of it but moments ago."
"I heard that two such rascals as yourselves were about," said Boots. "What do you want here?"
"Her!" said the Chino, pointing dramatically, menacingly, at the Brigella. She shrank back in fear.
"Her?" inquired Boots.
"Yes!" said the Chino. "Now if you will be so kind as to step aside, we will get our ropes on her."
"Hold, rogues!" said Boots.
"What is wrong, sir?" inquired Chino.