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| 12 | 366 | But I had been forced to acknowledge View more quotes about myself">myself most slave in the wagon. |
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| 12 | 363 | I hated Ute, too. |
| 12 | 364 | We felt the wagon again begin to move, once again resuming its journey toward the Field Gate. |
| 12 | 365 | Once again we were goods, female slaves, on our way to be sold in Ar. |
| 12 | 366 | But I had been forced to acknowledge myself most slave in the wagon. |
| 12 | 367 | I was more slave than they! I was forced even to address them as Mistress! I was furious. |
| 12 | 368 | * * * * Angrily, in the field, in the sunlight, more than a pasang from the wagons, on the route to Ar, I picked berries, snapping them from their twigs and throwing them into the bucket. |
| 12 | 369 | The sun and the grass, and the breezes, were doubtless as pleasant as they had been, but I was not now in much of a mood to enjoy them. |