It had been days down in the hold, in the dark with the rats. The ship rocked violently with the harsh winter waters. It was enough to make someone sick. They had heard the footsteps and voices of the men above but had seen no one since they had been locked away. There had been no food, no water, no care of any kind like there had been when she had been a prisoner on Dax’s ship those many months ago. She could not believe her so-called civilized English countrymen could be so callous and thoughtless. That barbarian had at least the courtesy to both feed and water their captives.
Over the days, her eyes had grown accustomed to the dark, and she could see the sorry condition many of her fellow captives were in, especially the youths. The lack of water had made them
