Liberation, not a word she had ever really thought of before. It seemed odd to her now considering she'd been a slave all her life. It was just the way it had been. She was a slave. It was the order of things. Someone owned her and she worked for her owner without question.
And now she was free. She could make her own decisions, follow her own deicers. Whatever that might be.
Rome. That's where he'd told her to go. It was big enough there. She could disappear in the crowd. Say she was from someplace no one had heard of, make up a new name. Have a life and be liberated, he'd said.
First she would have to get there, and she didn't feel very liberated by having to walk all day and sleep in a barn or an outhouse in the night. Eating scraps and berries wasn't really very palatable either.
Hoof beats were nearing from the north, heading south, just like her and she hurried out of the way of whoever was rich enough to own a horse. The dust cloud hid the rider til he was almost upon her, and she couldn't make out his clothes or status until he halted right in front of her.
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