Chapter seven
Unwelcome news of Jilian Sweet-ToothBeing conscious of her own faults, Delia often became extraordinarily tired of trying to correct them all the time. She’d remained sweet and reasonable in dealing with her two Djangs, Tandu and Dalki, when all around she was almost overwhelmed by sickness and filth. Now, in the muted light of the arms salle where as a small girl she’d often thought this was how the world must be below the sea, she went through the regulation exercises with her Whip.
She slashed and bashed and knocked the stuffing out of the dummies. She did not sweat. Some of the girls at practice regarded her askance, and this, too, annoyed her.
She was the empress, true. That had no bearing on the way she ought to be treated here. Here in Lancival they were all sisters
