That sort of proposal went out with the Ark," Nikki said. "It's the sort of thing novelists used to write about. What you really want, Philip de Berg, is a slave girl, like your ancestors had. You'll make out a receipt for me and mail it to my father in Peru. Is that it?" Nikki's tone was scornful as she told him what she thought, but underneath she was preparing herself for what lay ahead. She knew suddenly, and certaily, that she wanted Philip de Berg on any terms