“Yes, Master,” said Ellen, quickly. She knelt before him, her head to the ground. “Do you know how to bathe?” he asked. “You may look up.” Ellen lifted her head, timidly. “Yes, Master,” she said. “I have been taught.” “You will go to the designated pool with this group,” he said, gesturing. “Oils, sponges, rags, will be at the pool, and lotions. Pebbles will do for scrapers. Stand there.” Ellen rose to her feet and went to stand behind another girl, one in a line now of seven, including herself. Three more would be added to the group. All were naked. This is not that unusual for slaves in transport. Whereas nudity is certainly not unknown amongst slave girls, and is relatively familiar, even publicly, and masters often keep their slaves naked in their own quarters, still a naked slave is likely to be noticed; she is unlikely to blend in with “clothed” sisters in bondage, permitted perhaps an open camisk or a scanty ta-teera.
