Lion Head Mesa Krýo

The hair along his neck spiked, jagged and angry. Arsenio could not imagine offering a child in exchange for a swatch of land. He could understand even less of the exchange for a piece of the ocean. The disgust and anger he felt was fueled by his own shared experience with a poor guardian for a parent.

I have asked the man who employed me for your freedom, the Greek man stated suddenly, his eyes drifting away from the autumn colors of her face and coat. As payment for my work, here.

Arsenio did not know if this was something that would be granted, but it was the only thing he had considered since his work had begun. What could Germanicus offer him that he could not obtain on his own, anyway? Nothing beyond that – beyond the freedom that Tamar deserved.