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For three days I was chained to the mast of a small ship. I ate from the fingers of another slave, drank from the cup of another. Everything was dead in the world. The sea held no pretty glimmer for me and the sky was gray for me no matter how the sun shone. I was worried for my garden, my sewing things, my rooftop terrace, my basement and most of all.. for my Master. Surely he had to be frantic now! By now he would all of the island searching for me.

Because he loved me, because I was special. I was his sweet little girl.

But three days had turned into 6 and then more.. and yet I was still here. No one spoke to me, no one touched me. The isolation I felt, the cutting off from the world, was the worst of all. I was truly .. alone. I missed my Master like I missed water, like I would miss the sunshine. I missed love and affection.I missed trying to please him. Even when I failed.. I even missed failure.

The small ship I was on had docked again, in Port Cos and I tried to shout to the men on the docks but I was so tired from standing here, my throat hurt, my body ached painfully. Someone did see me though.. someone looked up at me form the docks and I tried to scream my Masters name but in one swift slash of a knife the robes that bound me were cut and I fell limply to the deck, crying and coughing.

"Take her below and get her cleaned up." He snapped at one of the rowers, men captured in a raid surely and used now as slaves. I felt thick hands on my body and was thrown uselessly over a shoulder. I had never felt so helpless.

Two things happened on my way to the bath that changed everything, that made my emotions intensify..

I locked eyes with a man I knew all too well and I heard him speak.

"Port Cos will be free of this farce of a man once and for all."

It was the Professor.. and he spoke of Agrippa.