"No. Not that it's any of your business. I just met Sheikh El Kabbar this morning."

The tenseness left the younger girl's body. "I didn't think so." She was obviously trying to keep the relief from her tone. "He wouldn't have assigned me to you if he'd wanted to keep you happy. He knew I'd probably make your life hell on earth. Is he mad at you or something?"

"Let's just say that he doesn't approve of me." Good heavens, the child was incredible. Amusement was rapidly replacing the resentment that had been

Zilah's first reaction. There was a touching childishness beneath Pandora's bravado that reached out to her.

"That's because you're beautiful," Pandora said flatly. "He sleeps with beautiful women but he doesn't like them." She paused before adding with a touch of defiance, "I'm not pretty, but he likes me. He's never said so, but I know he does."

"I'm sure he does," Zilah said gently. "He was very concerned about your safety before you made that jump."

"He was?" The eagerness in the question was naked before Pandora masked it with an offhand shrug. "That's because we're friends. He saved my life, you know."

"No, I didn't know." Zilah brushed a strand of hair from her eyes and settled herself more comfortably against the headboard. She wished there was more light in the room. She'd like to get a better look at this wild child who was intriguing her more every minute.

Pandora nodded. "It was in the first month after I came here with my father. There were some men in the bazaar who were trying to hurt me just because I let loose all the doves in the cages at their stall." She shivered. "They had knives. Philip saved my life. Then he spanked me." Her hand reached up to her throat and she pulled out a gold chain with a round medallion that caught and held the dwindling light in the room. "And then he gave me this."

"A present? That was very kind of him."

"It's not a present," Pandora said indignantly. "It's the sword and the rose. It shows that I belong to him. He said so."

So that was what Daniel meant by Philip extending his protection over the child. "Then he must value you very much."

Pandora lifted her chin. "He does value me. I told you that we were friends. Just because he punishes me now and then doesn't mean he's really angry. He wouldn't bother at all if he didn't like me."

And it was evident Pandora's mischief-making was at least partially a ploy to attract the sheikh's attention in the only way she knew how. It was clear she adored the man far more than he deserved. "Well, I can't say that I like being looked upon as a punishment by your hero," Zilah said dryly. "Nor having you inflicted on me as one either. I don't need a maid and you don't want to be one, so why don't we just call it quits?"

"Are you afraid of me?" There was a note of speculation in Pandora's tone. "You certainly were spooked when you first woke up."

"No," Zilah answered quickly. "Sometimes I have nightmares. I must have been dreaming, and seeing you sitting there startled me."

"I was glad I scared you," Pandora said with the honesty of a child. "I thought it wouldn't hurt to get the upper hand right away since we were going to have to spend some time together."

"But we don't have to spend time together. I'll just tell Sheikh El Kabbar that—"

"It wouldn't do any good," Pandora interrupted with an imperious wave of her right arm. "Philip doesn't change his mind, not ever."

Something dark and liquid had splashed on the polished white of the mosaic-tile floor when Pandora gestured. Zilah stared at it a moment before she realized what that liquid was.

"You're bleeding!" she said, shocked. "What's wrong with your arm?"

Pandora shrank back farther in the shadows of the wing chair. "Nothing. I scratched it a little."

"Haven't you bandaged it?"

"It isn't serious. I haven't gotten around to it yet."

"If it's bleeding that freely, it should be attended to. Shall 1 phone your father?"

"No!" Pandora snapped. "It would only make him angry with me again: I told you it wasn't serious."

"If you don't want me to notify your father, then at least let me bandage it." Zilah got out of bed and pulled the girl to her feet. "Come on, I'm not so bad at first aid. I used to help Jess doctor the livestock on the ranch."

"You lived on a ranch?" Surprise made Pandora docile as Zilah led her toward the bathroom. "You don't look like a rancher. You're as beautiful as any of Philip's Khadims."

"And good looks aren't allowed in any other profession?" Zilah asked. "I assure you it doesn't get in the way at all. I ride herd on the cattle, brand, mend fences, and I'm a pretty fair horsewoman myself. Not as good as you, but I've won a few blue ribbons in the local horse shows." She chuckled. "And they were far more concerned about my skill at dressage than whether my teeth were prettier than the horse's."

"I'm not terrific at dressage," Pandora said absently. "I'm better at jumping, but I'm working on it. What kind of horse—" They had reached the bathroom door and she broke off. She pulled to a stop. "No, my arm's fine. I don't want to go in there."

"Nonsense," Zilah said. "It will take only a minute." She reached for the doorknob.

Pandora pushed her aside and stepped in front of it. "Then I think I'd better go in first."

"Why on earth?" Zilah asked, puzzled.

There was an indecisive silence before Pandora muttered, "There's a tiger in your bathtub."

"What!"

"It's only a little tiger," Pandora said hurriedly. "Just a cub really. I was keeping it in the stable, but I couldn't leave him there with no one to take care of him. Horses get nervous around cats, and someone would have been sure to discover him."

"So you put him in my bathtub." Zilah's voice was dazed. "Did you think I wouldn't find him? I assure you I use the bathroom with moderate frequency."

"It was all I could think of," Pandora said. "I couldn't let those poachers get hold of him again."

"What poachers? Why do I feel I've entered the twilight zone?"

"Oh, do you watch 'Twilight Zone'?" Philip has all the episodes on video cassettes. They're very interesting, aren't—"

"Pandora," Zilah interrupted, pronouncing each syllable very distinctly. "I'm not interested in Philip's passion for 'Twilight Zone.' What poachers?"

"There were some poachers in the bazaar last week. Philip wouldn't have stood for it, but they move around from place to place and sometimes he doesn't know. They had the skins of a few adult tigers and they had penned up Androcles in a cage. I guess they were waiting until he was older before they butchered him. So I waited until dark that night and then sneaked in and stole him."

"You stole a tiger?" Zilah asked faintly. "That must have been interesting."

"I get along with animals," Pandora said simply. They trust me."

"Is that scratch on your arm from your friend Androcles? If so, I wouldn't say that demonstrated a high degree of friendliness."

"You couldn't expect him not to be frightened. I had to smuggle him into the house under a coat. Naturally, he clawed me a little."