Chapter 81
"I can free you," Sparr said. "Let me look at the lock." The woman shook her head. "You could probably twist the lock off with your hands, but please..." She didn't look nervous or fearful, just resigned. "I've been a slave for longer than I can remember. If I flee now what would I do?" Sparr's instinct was to argue, but he fought back the urge. He had already witnessed the disturbing degree of acceptance demonstrated by those bought and sold on Kaybe. And the woman was almost certainly right. Even if Sparr led her away, somehow convinced her to fly with him in the air car, and escorted her to Seille, she would have nowhere to go. She would almost certainly become a prisoner again. "Take this then." Sparr explored his pack gingerly until he located several strips of cured meat. "You're
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