The work continued seamlessly for hours and we were almost done for the day. The decorations and all the other things that had been done now looked amazing together. The stage was set, and the feast was almost here.
“For a job that began two days back, we had done a very good job,” I said to Jacob.
“Indeed, we have,” Jacob replied.
“But, what is in it for us?” I asked.
“We’re not invited. What do slaves have to do at a feast?” I continued.
“Well, our work is done and we can now go back to our normal lives. No more early morning tasks, no more lengthy work hours, but lots and lots of ample rest periods,” Jacob said as he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yeah, I guess,” I replied.
As we concluded our duties for the day, I started imagining being a part of the Grand Feast. “It would have be
