“How shall we prevent your people telling everyone that you‘ve got a visitor.dressed like a beggar’s brat.in your house？ It might so easily get round to my father.”
“Now don‘t keep on fussing， there’s a dear，” said Lasaraleen. “We‘ll get you some proper clothes in a moment. And here we are！”
The bearers had stopped and the litter was being lowered. When the curtains had been drawn Aravis found that she was in a courtyard.garden very like the one that Shasta had been taken into a few minutes earlier in another part of the city. Lasaraleen would have gone indoors at once but Aravis reminded her in a frantic whisper to say something to the slaves about not telling anyone of their mistress’s strange visitor.
“Sorry， darling， it had gone right out of my head，” said Lasareleen. “Here. All of you. And you， doorkeeper. No one is to be let out of the house today. And anyone I catch talking about this young lady will be first beaten to death and then burned alive and after that be kept on bread and water for six weeks. There.”
