Celeste watches through the bars as the wagon slowly makes its way through the streets of Arelate. The people on the streets are carrying on with their business, totally oblivious of the fact that her life has just been taken away from her. She wishes she had run when the soldiers came towards her. Or maybe she should have known the man was a slave trader. She relives what happened to her today over and over again. They exit Arelate on the opposite side from the governor’s villa, following the Rhodanus river until they reach a compound far away from any other sign of civilization. Ten-feet high walls surround it. The wagon comes to a stop in front of a huge wooden gate with a carving of a lion’s head on the outside. The door slowly opens and a very old man appears in the opening. He can ba
