Lys: Punishment

A moment later she came to her senses. The boy had run off,Good riddance, and the fog surrounding her vision cleared. The hubub caused by the altercation surprised her. There was near panic in some places. She found herself laughing. "Help! The Scotti madwoman will kill us all!" Perhaps she was mad. But she found these British Roman women so easily spooked, it was laughable at times.

A rough hand grabbed her arm. "I've had enough trouble out of you for one day." The slaver pulled her off the block. "If I leave you there any longer, no one will buy anything." He started to take her back to her pen, and the laughter died in her throat. No sale. Face the consequences of the day. She looked back at the unusually bright day, trying to take courage from it.