Two big hands circled her waist. “What in blazes is that?” he said. “My waist,” she said. “I mean the sash thing you’ve wound about it. Have you rocks in it?” He patted a place near her left hip. “It is called a hezam,” she said. “Yes, but what is it?” “A scarf girdling the waist,” she said. “Useful for stowing things. Like my knives.”
