use me. One day, while we were standing outside
the door, I peeked through the crack and saw him hiding his ledgers. I
can show you exactly where they are!"
79 "You do," screamed the slaver, "and you'll wish you'd never been
born, you little whore!"
80 The Hawk punched the man in the stomach as hard as he could. The man
gave a whimpering cry and fell over. "Come, girl," ordered The Hawk,
"show us these ledgers."
81 The girl led them to the slaver's room. In one corner was the
sculpture of the Trn god, a man's body with a bull's head. The girl
told the men to push this aside. When they had, she pushed down one
tile and part of the floor lifted up, revealing a compartment with
several ledgers.
82 The Hawk took them out and handed them to one of the men, who both
read and spoke Frn. After a few moments the man looked up. "It's all
here," he said, "dates, names. Give me a day or so, and I should be
able to trace every person on our lists."
83 "Good," praised The Hawk. They returned to the common room. "Take
our host," ordered The Hawk, "out into the yard. There's a very nice
little stand out there they must use to display their stock during the
day. Hang him and the guards from it. There should be ample room."
84 Several of the male slaves came forward. "Master," they pleaded, "we
beg of you, let us do it. Your men can watch, but let us put the ropes
around their necks and watch them swing."
85 "They made me watch," one man wept, "while they cut out my brother's
manhood. Let my hands bring their death."
86 "Very well," agreed The Hawk, "they are yours."
87 They made up bills of sale for all the slaves in the house, and made
the master sign them. Afterwards,