The cook looked up from the pies she had been finishing, seeing His Lordhsip carrying the maid-slave Evie.  She frowned, wiping her hands on her apron and moving across to her.  "Oh My Dear Lord Ambrose, leave the poor wee thing with me, I will soon have that hand sorted" she said, helping to sit the girl on a chair.  She frowned, looking at the hand, "that silverwear is a bugger for the heat.  You'll not be using this hand for a while my girl, you'll be having to remain in the Harem, unless his Lordship has any plans for you."<br/><br/>"Thank you your Lordship" Evie whispered, feeling rather sick and dizzy, the pain was a constant throbbing now and she was fighting not making a scene in front of his Lordhsip.<br/><br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Back in the dining room Her Ladyship watched her husband arrive and promptly leave, scooping the maid-slave who was in some pain.  She sighed and looked at the gathered folks,  she sighed softly, sipping her sherry, she wanted to get dinner back on track, but knew now she would need to wait for her husband to return.  At least he had helped the young maid.<br/><br/>Constance watched the goings on around her, she was most curious about the footman and the slave he had bought in, she would have to enquire more about them.  Alistair was playing his usual games, and Valentine had yet to appear, unless he was hiding and she hadnt seen him yet.  Cyril was quite happy, and seemed to be enjoying himself.  And then there was the dashing Captain.  So many handsome men, not to mention Victor, the Butler who she had enjoyed on occasion.  She wondered who she might share her bed with tonight?  Husband, son, sons or guest.....so many choices..<br/>