John Bruce! She could still see the fire in his eyes; she could still feel the touch of his gentle yet tireless hand.

Would she ever see him again?
On the way to the mart they passed under the shadow of the grim prison walls of the palace.

The elephants veered off here into a side street, toward the huge square where horses and cattle and elephants were bought and sold.

The litter, in charge of the chief mahout, proceeded to the slave mart.

Kathlyn glanced at the wall, wondering.