“A party?” I asked.
After another week, I was finally able to get out of bed. I was still a bit off balance when I stood on my feet, but as long as I had something to hold on to, I could stay standing. Mara had taken really good care of me, and I had gotten so much stronger already. She had even continued on with our plan, talking to the other slaves. It seemed she was quite the motivator. She knew how to talk to people and make them believe in our course. Most had been convinced, and the rest were too afraid anyway to speak of it, so we were starting to have our army.
“If we are going to do this, we must strike hard while at the same time making sure they are weakened. Getting them drunk and all gathered together, makes it so much easier,” she told me.
“But a party means-“
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