Bisma ordered her to be seated, then commenced combing tangles from her hair.
“Ouch!” she cried when the comb stuck in a nest of tangles. “What’s this all about, anyway?”
The woman scowled. “It’s none of your concern,” she scolded.
After she’d removed all of the tangles, Bisma crafted numerous braids in Chaya’s hair, then pulled it all up on her head and clipped it in place. A few short dark strands fell forward. Bisma trimmed them neatly to frame her face, then turned the young woman over to Cenka’s ministrations.
Cenka applied a smoky shadow to Chaya’s eyelids and a wide liner at the base of her lashes. Then she brightened her cheeks with a bit of rouge. Finally, she applied a cream to her lips that made them glisten. When through, she stood back to look.
“Let’s see,” she demanded, hands on her hips.
Chaya turned to face her.
Her eyes wide, Cenka sucked in her breath. “Oh my!” she exclaimed, her hand to her chest. She turned to Sabra. “Oh my!”
“What is it?” Chaya asked.
“You’re sure to fetch a handsome price.”
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