Chapter 7
“I’ll miss you when you go,” said Mari one day while doing the laundry.
“You really should come with me,” said Jahl. He hadn’t told Mari about the runaway slave, nor would he, though it was constantly at the back of his mind. “We won’t get caught. We won’t. I’ll make damned sure of it.”
Mari shook her head. “I’ve been here a little over eight years. Before that I was with another master for ten years. I was taken when I was fifteen. Remember I told you how my memories have faded? I wouldn’t recognise anyone now, and they surely wouldn’t recognise me.” She shook her head again, dolefully, then cast a cursory glance around the room. “I hate to say it, but this is my life now. I don’t know any other kind. Besides, it’s not that bad. The master is good to me. You should have met m
