I clearly remember the naked maid from earlier in the day. She had driven me part of the way to the castle. 'What was her name again,' I pomder, 'it was Italian. Sillitta, yes Sillitta.'

I hook my rignt index finger under Sillitta's collar, jingling the little bll and name tag affixed to it. "Hurry up then Luisa, Sil and I will be waiting for you."
I lead the slave girl up the stairs toward my room.