Nebreka observed the slave markets calmly, her face emotionless. Around her, other captives where fidgeting, especially that annoying Egyptian. "Aren't you scared?" She whispered, leaning toward Nebreka.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because this is my third time getting soldoff to a new place to serve new people, or have you forgotten Milady?" She asked, turning slightly so she could see the daughter of her former master. Amneris made a face, but had no time to comment.
"You to back there, stop talking." One of the guards growled at them. Nebreka wasn't worried about him. She had been sold before, she was being sold again. The only true difference there was to the Nubian was that, instead of being sold into Egypt, she was being sold into Persia.

"Do I here thirty pieces?" The announcer called out. Next to him was a young man that had been a slave his whole life and no longer had any residenceleft in him. When nobody answered him, he lowered the price and tried again.
'Stupid loud man,' Amneris though angrily,' Doesn't he realize the people aren't foolish? They know a good seasoned slave when they see it. This man will be lucky to sell for three pieces. There's nothing left in him!'
"Sold!" The announcer shouted, jolting Amneris out of her thoughts, "Fer twelve pieces!"
'Well, at least he got more than three.'

Two Hours Later
"And next 'e 'ave an Egyptian girl! She'll make a nice bed warmer for you gentlemen out there!"
Amneris's head shot up, 'WHAT!' her mind screamed as she was brought onto the raised platform.
"Ah, yes. Ain't she a looker? It's gonna be a pretty fun nigh for the lucky 'un that's gonna buy 'er," he grinned evily," Would 'ave kept 'er meself, but I already go me a respectable mistress."
' Oh Isis, help me!'