“Fine. I will concede that most slaves here are treated well. But this woman is not.” She managed to slip her arm away. “We can’t just stand by and watch him whip her bloody! I’ve seen what the captain does to discipline men, and so have you. Do you think she will survive that? Are you so cold as to watch our captain kill an innocent woman before our very eyes?”
“Why do you care so much for a Vivarrian woman?” Doreius asked, throwing up his hands. “She’s our enemy.”
“Because she could be me. Don’t you see that? She was a free woman before our ships attacked her island. It hardly matters where she was born.”
“Women are taken as slaves every day.”
“But not by us. We as a crew agreed it would be more honorable to give those women death, than to make them suffer at the hands of our men. Th
