Lys: Questions

Well, she thought. That was unexpected.

Aithne straightened further, her head coming up. Perhaps not a princess, but not slave-born, either.

"I am the daughter of a great bard of Eire- Ibernia." Somehow she could not add "Miss" this time, though there was more need of it now. At least, in the other girl's world. In Eire the king ruled his people, but the bard was the heart of the people, and as such held a rank similar in elevation.

In Eire she would hold almost the same position as a princess, though truth be told, her father was not bard to king of a large land. She wondered who this girl's father was, what he ruled to make her princess. And was she, like Aithne, cut-off? Or was she princess in the place to which they were going?

So many questions. She did not even know where they were going or what were the names of her fellow travelers. And what is my duty? "another pair of hands", she said. Labor of some kind- hard labor that required many hands, apparently. She would have to ask a fellow slave when they arrived.