Lalo passed without stopping the abandoned wharf near Fisherman’s Row which had
become his favourite place for meditation over the years. He had no need of it
now – he had too much to do! Where could he find models? Perhaps he should visit
the Bazaar this afternoon. Surely he could find some honest maidens there…
He hurried up the Street of Smells towards his home, but stopped short when he
saw his wife hanging out laundry in the building’s courtyard, talking over her
shoulder to someone hidden behind her. He approached cautiously.
‘Did the interview go well, dear?’ asked Gilla brightly. ‘I’ve heard that the
Lady Rosanda is most gracious. You’re quite favoured by the ladies today – see,
here’s Mistress Zorra come to call on you…’
Lalo winced at the edge in her voice, then forgot her as she moved and the
caller came towards him. He received in quick succession an impression of a trim
figure, a complexion that glowed like the roses of Eshi, copper-bright hair and
a pair of dazzling eyes.
He swallowed. The last time he had seen Mistress Zorra was when she had
accompanied her father to collect their rent, which was three months overdue. He
tried to remember whether they had paid last month’s rent on time.
‘Oh, Master Lalo – you’ve no need to look so apprehensive!’ Zorra blushed
prettily. ‘You should know that your credit is good with us after so many years
…’
After so much gossip about my new prosperity, you mean! he thought, but her
smile was infectious, and after all she was not responsible for the stinginess