Chapter ten
Alyss carries waterCarrying water remained one of the chief occupations of slaves.
With the yoke cutting into her shoulders carrying two tubs of water, Delia walked into the stone-flagged kitchens. Greasy Nardo the Water Master shrieked at her.
“Grak, you useless lump!”
Some of the water spilled, and Nardo shouted again.
Delia took no notice. Since the end of that frightful march in the slave coffle and her selection to become a water-carrier, she had spent a sennight here and already had worked out a scheme of escape. She continued to feel fatigued. The tiredness dragged at her. Her strength was barely enough for carrying the water. And her lumps and blotches turned her reflection in the water into that of a hideous nightmare.
From all this she took hope.
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