Lys: The Auction Block, Again

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Praise the One God, they did wait until midmorning before bringing her up. It was amazing how much better she felt then. It was really no wonder that some of her owners had thought her possessed or cursed. It certainly feels like a curse...

They pushed her up to be examined- ah, so there was a pre-sale. Stand here in a line and let people scrutinize you. She had a feeling, the way she looked and felt this morning, that her days as a lady's maid were over, and she was headed for kitchens this time. How the mighty have fallen. She smiled wryly.

Her black hair baked her head in the sun. How many times had she wished for her mother's light hair? Odd, the thoughts that run through one's mind while standing before the world's judgement.

She looked around- it was a nice town, all told. Some children were playing down the road, and she smiled at them. A nurse. I would enjoy being a nurse. Might I be a nurse this time, Christos?

3 comments:

Jenny Freitag said...

I hope that was the proper term for Christ. I am forever confusing my Latin and Greek. And Aithne speaks nothing but the Gael and Latin.

Jenny Freitag said...

'scuse. That was Lys. ;-)

Jenny Freitag said...

This is the actual Jenny. Yes, that's the proper name. There are several spellings and such: Christos, Chrestus, I should probably consult Josephus for more.

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