“I will be back soon enough, my friends.” He took hold of the new Spanish slave and lead her outside and up the stairs. She fell to her knees before Nasira and held them up. Let’s go down and see.” He held her tightly. Unmoved by the screams, Nasira flogged the slave again and again, seven times in all. “There is no hurry, master.” After Hamilton hesitated, she added, “the rest of us can speak in Turkish.” Hamilton stood up as the others laughed. They were fairly mundane, just mediocre poetry and boring letters to his mother, but the archival scribes were delighted. The upper stories of the mansion were still in need of repair after decades of neglect. I want to be a captain.” Hamilton paused. “That is a gift for you, Edward,” said Nasira after a pause. He said to Nasira, “before I was in Tunis I would never have even considered something like this.”
Nasira finally smiled, “not even a little, master?”
“All right. “Tell her what happens to slaves who lie, Nasira.”
“Yes, master.” Nasira leaned
