Chapter Eleven
Rebecca traveled with the Italian and his party from London to the seaport where they boarded a commercial vessel, which took them to France. From France they traveled by carriage and cart into Italy, to her new master’s home, an estate near Padua in the north. The journey, while arduous was strangely pleasant for a newly freed woman whose last year was highlighted by imprisonment behind bars and doors and great walls where escape was prevented her at every turn. Her prison on this trip was in the chains she wore to keep her from fleeing—something she was used to. Ah! But her eyes had the freedom to gaze on new sights, her ears to hear new sounds—music and laughter and language of a different quality than she’d ever heard—lips to taste foreign foods, and a mind to rove free
