"You seem tense." Dame Doctor Thuria said, in a friendly, even cheerful voice.
"I seem to be held to this table by leather straps." I replied.
"The iron manacles could be arranged, but I understand they chafe those of your biology."
"It is said that in the Khanate, slaves have custom-fit manacles to which the chains can then be connected or disconnected."
"Do they?" she asked. "Pity, that does sound like something beyond our budget."
"To whom would you talk..."
She inhaled audibly. "No, let's not waste time talking about my meager budget. We're here to talk about you."
"My name is Rhishisikk," I said, "and among other things, I am a Truthspeaker. Ask me your questions, I literally cannot lie."
"Intriguing, but also false. Shall we be about proving it?"
She asked her questions, innocent at first. What was my earliest memory? How did the culling of my brothers and sisters make me feel? Did I still fear birds today?"
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