“A doctor,” her father asked his tone full of wonder. “Truly?” His voice a bit muffled against her hair.
She nodded against his chest. “That’s what the SPB told me.” SPB being the Slavery Protection Board.
He pulled back to look at her. “And at least that is one good thing to come out this disaster. Are they going to send you through the slave lines?”
“Yes, I need to be lined up with the rest. They put some restrictions up for me.” Her hearted ached knowing she was in such a mess.
A whip crack broke her way from her thoughts. The slave master, however, was yelling at some alien slaves further away. Everyone in her line was for trained slaves, or exceptionally skill ones. Another master voice spoke from behind. “A client has asked to see you before the bidding. He may buy you early if any of you strike up his interest.”
Neela hated him. Only the most powerful nobles would be allowed to check out slaves before bidding. The man could have whatever he wanted. A snap of his fingers and it would be his. Her stomach turned. She felt sick.
Once she saw him all such feelings faded under utter shock. He was a Woellian. Yet, he had to be one of rare half-breeds. An unheard blending of two species, Alaget and Woellian. Most children never were born, and only a few were making it to adulthood. He must be one. Their race abhorred slavery and often worked to free the Alaget’s fairly gotten slaves.
And, he was even dressed as an Alaget noble. The form fitting trousers, long mid-calf vest over a tighter shirt was the highest on Alaget fashion. Woellian only wore the most bizarre of outfits defying any logic. With the blue skin, gray eye, and white hair he couldn’t be anything else. He also had that delicacy of feature that no Alaget could have.
“High Lord Suell, this is the subsection you wished to look at. “ The plain dressed slave master seemed nervous, her eyes flicking over the slaves.
Suell gave a very slight frown. “I have no interest inspecting them. I told you I wanted to look at the one slated to be trained as doctor.” His voice icy with utter disdain. Nothing exceptional in that, Neela thought. Nobles tended all talk that way with people below them.
Slave master twitched. “Lord, it is Neela Giy, the fourth one down the row.”
He gave a curt nod and strode down to her. The gray eyes stopped at each of her disfigurements. “What is the price on her?”
“The auctioneer was going to start at a thousand ig.” Slave master bounced from foot to foot. “But, he didn’t think he get less than two and half thousand.”
Neela tried to keep herself from gasping at the staggering amount. That equaled her father’s wages in a year. And ig, intergalactic currency meant off world money could be used. She knew unguilded doctors were valuable, but this was a shock.
Suell didn’t seem off put by this amount either. “Fine, I’ll pay it. I don’t want any objections later. Have her dressed properly delivered to my home.”
“SPB ordered to have her made infertile after the bidding.” Slaver master tone quavered and her body posture slumped back.
His eyes flashed to red. Terror ripped into Neela’s gut. Hunting red, the Alaget called it. Always a bad sign that Woellian temper had been provoked. “She never went to the bidding. Therefore, you can ignore that order. And, if that is not enough for you, you can ask Alac-Hil-Yil about it.”
Slave master stiffened as her eyes widened.
Neela wished she knew more about Woellian names. She knew their names function as title, job, and rank.
“I will do as you asked, High Lord Suell.” Slave master tone dropped to low and rumbled. “However, expect to be hearing from the SPB about your behavior. “
Suell smiled flashing his too sharp looking teeth. “I hear your warning. Do as I ordered.” He gave Neela a bow and strode away.
Before his back was fully out of view Slave master’s hand crushed her arm. “Come on. I need to follow my orders.” The contained rage of that statement made Neela flinch.
“What’s going to happen to me?” She whispered.
Slave master shrugged dragging her back toward the containment buildings. “I don’t know. And, I don’t care. He won’t kill you. The SPB wouldn’t like it.”
Neela didn’t feel reassured he didn’t seem to be worried about what they did and didn’t like.
Author’s Note –
Okay, fail on my part my beloved blog readers. This post is extremely late, inexcusable late. I could blame the holidays, getting new glasses, life etc… However, doesn’t change the fact it was late. To make up for it, I’ll post next week late Wednesday evening instead.