When he did notice, it was not skin but the thickest, most beautiful cascade of black hair he had ever seen, gracing a young woman who came in, spoke to someone, threw Ben a kiss, glanced gravely at Jubal, and left.  Jubal followed her with his eyes, appreciating that flowing mass of midnight plumage.  Only after she left did he realize that she had not been dressed other than in her queenly crowning glory... and then realized, too, that she was not the first of his brothers in that fashion.