Chapter Six
The morning was clear and so was her mind. At breakfast she snapped her fingers and when the slave approached her she asked for Hilda, who appeared about five minutes later.
“You wanted me, Emma,” she said eagerly as she approached.
“Anticipating what I’m going to say, Hilda?” Emma asked wryly.
“Actually yes,” she answered, “I’m a pretty good judge of human nature and I’ve seen some changes in you the past few days. Let’s just say you’re not the Emma who arrived here.”
“Let’s just not, shall we?”
“As you wish, Emma. Anyway, how can I be of service?”
“You can have ‘faggot’ for the day if you wish,” said Emma, “I just don’t want him permanently injured or marked in any way.”
“What about my brand?” asked Hilda.
“Oh, that’ll be okay,” Emma said.
Arthur was listening to th
