Chapter Three
THERE MUST BE A BETTER PLACE FOR US
To grasp a hold of an ideal so dear we must conquer fear
Fortune kept everything he heard last evening close to heart though shielded from mind. It was only in this fashion he would be able to function normally. He was fully aware the slightest of slips could attract unwanted attention. So in the role of dedicated servant Fortune remained for the next two weeks.
These intervening days prodded along in an unending flow of numbing, solitary repetition. The lulling stupor of thankless tasks was only met with a restraint of corporal punishment. Would it not be too much of a supposition to state that one would trade a year of servitude for just one day in a freedman’s life? By the time Thursday morning arrived, Fortune could hardly have last
