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Thursday, September 02, 2004

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 21 (Inside comment)

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At 8:00 PM, Blogger Cat said...

CHAPTER 21


“You’re right, Niki. Samisen would never have done something as contemptible as that woman claimed. Why is she doing that? What is her motivation? That’s what you need to find out.”

Niki gave her father a weak smile. “All that takes time. I don’t have time. What if I told you I had a plan that would clear Michael’s name without dealing with the Cassandra woman?”

“I’m not sure I’d like it. Everything is going our way. You have no need to put yourself in danger.”

No need? She looked around his tiny apartment. Was this what his life had come to? Not if she could help it. “Of course, I won’t put myself in danger, Papa. I can handle Michael Samisen, I assure you. When I’m finished I assure you, he will be all to happy to give me what I want.”

“Be very sure, Niki. You have to have a life too. Don’t’ give up yours for mine.”

She went over and kissed him on the top of the head. “Don’t worry, Papa. I always land on my feet.”


Nicadea walked demurely behind the other slaves. They walked many miles before stopping just inside Hadrian’s Wall in a stone fortress. They were lead into a large enclosure, which would serve as the kitchen area. The entire fortress was made of stone, unlike some many of the other dwellings she had seen along the way. Some were hollowed out of earth and fortified by sticks. She and the other women were assigned tasks. She worked hard—keeping quiet—keeping her face turned away to avoid recognition. She had not seen the Roman soldier who had kissed her in the cave or the Roman who had captured her in the forest. For now, she was safe.

One of her main duties was keeping the floor rushes fresh. This meant going outdoors into the fields to gather fresh grasses in the morning to spread upon the floors. When the grasses began to sour, it was her job to remove them. She considered herself lucky. Her job entailed going out of doors usually twice a day. The constant bending was hard, but she soon got used to it.

Most of the Romans and many of their male slaves were still fighting the campaign. Without men to hunt, meals would include, bread, dry or dipped in wine, olives, cheese and raisins for breakfast, meat (when it was available) fish, vegetables bread and honey for lunch or supper. Honey was the primary sweetener.

The women slaves all slept together in one room. Nicadea, knew that from time to time some of the girls would slip out at night—not coming back until sometime in the early morning. She didn’t asked where they went or what they did. She had heard stories of men and woman and had seen a sample close up. The entire episode had sickened her. Never would she allow herself to be used like that. Never! She would die first.

 
At 12:14 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Cathy! I'm just catching up again, and it's time for my next vacation, lol! Loving this story and how you are writing it. Will look forward to new chapters when I get back. I didn't have a password, so I just this as Anonymous! Will check in when I get back. Keep this great story going! Esther

 

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