*
"I don't understand," Amar said as he stared at Ameer, who was holding a glowing torch in one hand and a spear in the other. "Are you certain that he wants us to leave the gates open?"
"I don't make the rules, Amar," Ameer said. "I just stand by the door and guard the main house."
"Are you certain that is what he told you?" Amar furrowed his brows.
"Do you perhaps want to go and ask him yourself?" he raised an eyebrow, pointing the torch towards the house. "I'll be more than happy to escort you right now."
"Never mind," Amar sighed, turning towards the young boy who had been sent to join him at the gates. Twenty new slaves had been brought that day, and the young lad was the one of the sixteen males amongst them.
"Open the gates," he said, causing the boy to jump as he hurried
