" Faris turned on him. " Why choose to wear black today, of all days? I know why I'm in black. Why are you? Mourning?He looked startled. " One does not wear mourning for a servant." You still don't understand, do you? He was not my servant." He regarded her anger, aghast. " What then? What else could he be?Her empty hands shook as she held them out to him. Her voice shook as she replied, " Glove to my hand." Slowly she closed her fists. " Everything. "