She lived the life of the slave. She was at the beck and call of a tyrant which had no power of discernment between night and day, no pity for exhausted limbs, troubled hearts or passing joys. Everything belonged to her Master. The earth she trod on, the sky she looked up to, the birds, the cool waters, the streets with their people, sounds and smells. Amelia loved that Master more than she loved her own life and sometimes she hated it too, especially in the early lights of morn after it had kept her going without food and drink for hours on end, days even. But she also knew she couldn't live...