![]() ![]() My body shook from hunger and a growing fever. Bruises and welts covered me: all the marks of a defiant slave. The friction blisters on my left ankle were swollen, infected, and oozing. Copper bangles on my wrists did a poor job of camouflaging sores from long months spent in chains. The Kishna-Farriga slave masters had bathed me but the scrubbing only made the raw whip wounds on my back stand out in angry red stripes. ![]() Several members of the audience sniggered at the price. Why, this one might even have vané blood in him! He’ll make a welcome addition to any household, but he’s not gelded, so don’t buy him to guard your harem, ladies and gentlemen!” The auctioneer waved his finger with a sly grin, and was answered with a few disinterested chuckles. Look at that golden hair, those blue eyes, those handsome features. ![]() What will I hear for this human Doltari male?† He’s a trained musician with an excellent singing voice. The auctioneer’s voice boomed out over the amphitheater: “Lot six this morning is a fine specimen. ![]() And you will, but under my terms, not yours. Yours? Talon, you’re thousands of years old and have stored the memories of as many people. What do you mean by “beginning” anyway? Whose beginning? Mine? I don’t remember it that well. What? You don’t think this is the beginning, Talon?* When they brought me up to the auction block, I looked out over the crowd and thought: I would kill you all if I had a knife.Īnd shackled. ![]()
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