After a short break a gentleman who claimed to be a farmer or a blacksmith of the Prophet entered the room and asked to be alone in the dank barn with the smelly sweaty animal. He claimed to know the creature personally. The man talked with the animal in a human tongue, his eyes filled with tears, hoping the creature could understand.
“Oh Aisha, what have they done to you? They’ve taken away your innocence. Please believe me. I will get you out of here tomorrow. The Prince was gone all day or else I would’ve spoken to him by now.”
Who was this “Prince”? The man continued to speak in gibberish to me.
“I made an appointment to see him as soon as he returns this evening and I will buy your freedom Aisha. We will get you as far away from this awful place as possible. I love you, Aisha, desp
