55. Pick up the pieces

The woman flinched as if from a blow and turned pale for a moment, but, having done her due, she quickly pulled herself together, pulling an enthusiastic smile on her face.

- Areshar? Gods, what happiness! I can't believe you're alive! Alive! I didn't even hope, my love!

And, sobbing picturesquely, she threw herself at my feet, hugging and trying to lay her head with wild scarlet curls on my knees. Does she think I don't know who sold me to the slavers? I squeamishly shook it off on the floor, getting rid of the grip of thin hands, and directly looked at the indicatively...