Redsand Canyon muqaddima

he shook his head. "acquaint yourself with mereo while you wait to meet her, lady nazli. there is enough here to do and to learn." he looked at her now, at the quaint color of her pelt and the hue of her eyes.

was there more she wished to know than servitude?

he hoped that her extended stay here might tempt the girl otherwise. 

at last he was finished and strode a few paces away to shake his pelt. he did not want to shower her in water. "there is a small flock of pheasants which nests in the forest. their eggs will be a welcome resource in the spring. you might report back to me if you should see them on your walkabout."