Chapter Eight
Early in the morning, before the sun was fully in the sky, two of Patrick’s female servants came to her, carrying between them a tub for her to wash in. Three other slaves with earthen jugs filled the bath with water and then retreated down the tower stairs. So much effort to ensure her confinement. Wouldn’t it have been easier to bring her down to the main floor where water was more easily accessible? This was, however, not a question that she would ask.
While the two lovely women fiddled with Jolie, the hulking native stood at the door, offering his imposing presence should she even think of escape.
Resigned to this circumstance, Jolie took comfort in Patrick’s lovely servants—Marise and Lilia. Marise was European like herself, with high cheek bones, fair skin, pink li
