Quite a demand, the vendor said, especially in these lean times. The plague has created a shortage, until the Tlulaxa flesh merchants deliver more.
 
Everyone knows how important -- and essential -- my work is, Holtzman said, pointedly removing a chronometer from the wide sleeve of his white robe. My needs take precedence over some rich citizen looking to replace a house cleaner. If you like, I will obtain a special dispensation from Lord Bludd.
 
I know you can do that, Savant, said the slave tender. He shouted at the other customers pushing forward. All of you, quit your complaining! Without this man, we'd be sweeping the floors for thinking machines right now! Putting on another face, the handler smiled back at Holtzman. The question, of course, is which slaves would best serve you? I have a new batch just delivered from Harmonthep: Zensunnis, all of them. Suitably docile, but I'm afraid they go for a premium.
 
Holtzman frowned. He preferred to use his finances in other ways, especially considering the large investment that would be necessary for his new alloy-resonator concept. Do not attempt to take advantage of me, sir.
 
The man reddened, but held his ground, sensing that the inventor was in a hurry. Perhaps another group would be more suitable then? I have some just in from IV Anbus. He gestured to a separate raft where dark-haired slaves stared out with hostile expressions, challenging the customers. They are Zenshiites.
 
What's the difference? Are they less expensive?
 
A simple matter of religious philosophy. The slave merchant waited for some recognition, didn't see it, then smiled with relief. Who can understand the Buddislamics, anyway? They're workers, and that's what you need, right? I can sell you these Zenshiites for a lower price, even though they're quite intelligent. Probably better educated than the Harmonthep lot. They're healthy, too. I have medical certifications. Not one of them has been exposed to the plague virus.
 
Holtzman perused the group. They all had rolled up their left sleeves, as if it were some kind of badge. Up front, a muscular man with fiery eyes and a thick black beard gazed back at him dispassionately, as if he considered himself superior to those who held him captive?