Peter offers a single backward nod, rubbing his nose with his thumb. “Yea.” He puts out his hand in front of Sarah. “After you.” Waiting, he keeps his hand extended.
Sarah raises her eyebrows, squishing them together, and looks up at him. “Oh, um. Yes.” She drops her arms from her stomach, taking an exaggerated first step, and walks through the group.
The slaves growl to themselves, giving her harsh snarls. The frizzy redhead pushes her shoulder into her, feigning a stumble.
Sarah rubs her shoulder, glancing at the redhead, but keeps moving.
Eira curls her lips as she watches Sarah pass to the front.
The other girls watch Peter follow her through the group. All the girls follow behind him, including the slaves.
Eira leads the pack as close to him as possible.
In the dining hall, the
