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    â€œNow, now, you’re doing just fine on your own.We already have three others to pay. Any more will cut into the profits.”
    She wanted to argue, she really did, but knew it wouldn’t do her a bit of good. He made a good profit, he always had, but he never let her spend any of it, not on the tavern that was their livelihood, nor on herself. What the devil did he think he was saving it for? He was sixty years old if he was a day, and he was dying, a fact that elicited not the least bit of sadness from her or anyone else who knew him.
    For the first ten years of her life, Tanya had thought this man and his wife were her parents. Finding out differently had brought her joy, not pain. But who her real parents were she didn’t know. Iris Dobbs had been able to tell her only that the woman who had given her to them when she was a baby had claimed to be her mother one minute, then no relation to her the next. But the fever had made the woman say all kinds of crazy things.
    Iris had died eight years ago. She had been Tanya’s only buffer, taking many of the beatings meant for her. In fact, it was one of those beatings that had killed Iris, though Dobbs had got away with calling it an accident simply because she was his wife.
    The things a husband was allowed to do didn’t bear thinking of. And not for the first time Tanya swore that a husband would never make a chattel out of her, because she’d never have one. If she’d learned anything living with Dobbs all her life, she’d learned how precious her few rights were, and she wasn’t about to give them up for anything. She just wished she’d known she had some sooner, wished she’dknown that she could leave if she wanted, without being hunted down like a runaway slave. It had taken one of the barmaids to point this out, when she had witnessed Dobbs taking the stick to her, by asking why Tanya stayed.
    In fact, Tanya had threatened to leave then. She’d been all of eighteen, or thereabouts, and could easily get a job in another tavern, since she knew everything there was to know about running such a place. That was when Dobbs had first tempted her with ownership of The Seraglio. But the promise of his leaving the tavern to her was all she’d had, until his illness. Then she’d insisted on having it written down on paper, that precious paper hidden under a floorboard in her room.
    The Seraglio was all but hers now to do with as she would. It might exhaust her and cause one headache after another, but it represented independence, peace, and total control, or soon would—things she’d never had before, and which she craved now with a passion. To have them, she only had to take care of Dobbs for his remaining days, no more than she’d done all her life anyway.
    Tanya left him as soon as she could, for she hadn’t exaggerated. There was never enough time in each day to do all that was required of her. The three helpers were no help where cleanup was concerned. Dobbs had never wanted to pay them extra when he had Tanya at no cost, and so they left at the close of business even if the common room looked like a storm had come through it.
    It usually was a filthy mess, with mugs left ontables, ale spilled, chairs toppled, some broken, cigar butts mixed with spittle on the hardwood floor. Tanya usually attended to it all before she retired for the night, but last night there had been a fight over the current barmaid, Aggie, between one of the local planters’ sons and a sailor from The Lorilie , just docked that morning. Dobbs used to handle all the fights, with a cudgel in one hand and a pistol in the other. Now Tanya had to depend on Jeremiah, who tended the bar; and while Jeremiah might have the bulk necessary to intimidate two drunken customers, he did not have the gumption.
    It wasn’t the first time Tanya had had to step in between two brawlers since she’d taken over the running of