After being kept a few days in prison and harshly treated, I was sent back to the fields to work as before.

The condition of the blind slave was not in the least changed; she was still inhumanly beaten.

Her misfortunes pierced my heart, and I was maddened by my inability to protect from pagan cruelty a woman who was my sister by our common faith and a common misfortune.

No longer venturing to have recourse to force, I sought other means to mitigate her sufferings.

During the few hours of repose granted to us, or rather to our overseers, I hastened to the blind woman and shared with her the best of my food; I strove to fortify her by the hope that God would liberate her from this terrible slavery; I told her, that should I ever become free, I would procure her liberation, even were it necessary to renounce for years my own pleasures that I might amass sufficient for her ransom.