I sat up slowly, at the sound of the door being pulled open. a maid strode in stiffly, and walked to the edge of the bed.
"The Young Master has sent me to see to your needs. He has requested me to see that you're washed and changed."
I sat up and slid off the edge of the bed. dirt and blood had gathered and stained the sheets where I'd been lying. Slightly smugly, I walked over to her where she was trying to hold back a sneer of disgust.
Humans were all the same.
I followed her. It's the first time I'm leaving this room.
The corridors were huge.
Tall walls like that of trees, reached up on either side of me. The windows were all foggy glass and the pale light spilled across the hallway, over the marble and paint. The roofs arched away from the banisters and met in the centre of the panel running along the middle of the roof all gleaming wood. But that wasn't all- the corridors were long too. Guards in stiff uniforms stood in couples, alert on each end and were supporting large swords on their waists.
I looked at them in surprise. The presence of so many guards meant one thing- this mansion has strict security. This person is obviously rich enough to afford to put a street urchin like me in a fancy room and give such good swords to all their guards. It won't be easy to find a way to escape so many guards.
I wonder what it's like to swing a sword… the limit to using my powers isn't more than a couple of hours so far. I grinned slightly, thinking of the day my body would be able to use at least my powers for indefinite periods of time.
Maids walked past me, in clusters of two or three or alone, carrying bundles of various things. They all strode past firmly, their steps directed with a purpose. Their eyes never once flitting towards me. My time in the mines taught me how to read people, even when they aren't facing you and I was no stranger to the disdainful air that clouded the people passing me.
She veered off at a corner and pulled open a door. "You bathe here."
I looked at the place in surprise.
There was a huge tub clawed out into the floor which was all marble. Buckets of water surrounded the center, there were stations where sets of soaps were stacked up. Huge slabs of scented substance… one of these was worth a month's food. I half smiled and thought of taking one when I realised; I'll probably never see them again. Right now my main focus is to figure out what those brats are thinking and if necessary a way to escape from here. The cold stare from before… that boy sounded like he'd get rid of me when he had a chance. It's not safe to stay here.
The maid interrupts my thoughts.
"I will leave the towel here. Call me when you have finished."
I gave her a hesitant nod and she left. Turning to the tub, I made a face.
Bathing here seemed easy enough. After all, it couldn't be very different from a river right?
There was no flowing stream but I could pour the water over myself… I wondered if I should take off my robe. It would be easier to wash that way, but that maid said she was outside.
I walked over to the door and saw a latch on it. A bit more relieved I swung it into the hook and climbed into the tub.
Picking up one of the buckets, I tipped the liquid over my head. Closing my eyes against the flow, the water glided over my thin hair and down my sides. It was warm, like fresh-kill blood. But the water stung my cuts; I opened my eyes and saw the dirt diffusing into a slightly pinkish substance. Blood? but blood wouldn't sting me… Soapy water? I wanted to heal my cuts against it but I couldn't risk the suspicion. Tipping another bucket down I watched as the dirt seemed to slip off me in a thin layer. I scooped up a handful of the creamy paste on the side of the tub, obviously a type of soap, and started to scrub at my skin. The white went grey in seconds but it was interesting to watch the foam spread over my skin. it stung at my cut again, stronger than the water, but the pain was good. I took more soap, mixing the foam with a greenish substance that just went black again. Maybe I should wash it off first.
Picking up another bucket, I dumped it over my head and this time it drenched my hair.
I went back to scrubbing my skin. Even without soap, the dirt was flaking off. I watched as the lumps dropped into the water and started dissolving turning the greyish marble darker. It seemed like a pretty thought. Those nobles had caged me up like one of their tortured doves but I was a little raven among all their white. Just a dirty little thing in a place I didn't belong but I'd steal what I could while I was still here. I poured the water over my head and began to see my skin clear.
Soap would be enough to disguise me for now.
I need to pretend to be amiable enough for now, or they'd kill me.
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