Kate looked at him and blinked, "You will not call me mistress. Call me healer and if there is a formal occasion Miss Kate or Katie. Katheryne is reserved for the natives. Bow to me only if at court and put you head down in public. You back will thank both of of us. If you are going to pull this charade off, down cast your eyes always and never look anyone in the eyes. Walk five paces behind me and slouch a bit. Let me see you walk; you are no longer regal. Relax your shoulders pretend there is a 80 pound yoke and full milk jugs on each side of you. I need to know this, do you self-heal? Because you will need to bear the mark of a slave if your going to pull this off. The brand has to look authentic."