Chapter 2
The hand gripped her shoulder and spun her around. When she opened her eyes, all she saw was tunic. Hannah tilted her head up to see who her supposed attacker was. The face of a kindly old African met her eyes. " My Mistress, Master wants you in his quarters as soon as possible. Also, Where have you been we have been looking all over for you," the old man said. "May I ask who are you?" Hannah asked. The old man answered," Mistress, how could you forget me, I am your slave Marc and have taken care of you since you were a small girl." "What are you talking about; slavery was outlawed in like the 1860's, which was like 100 years ago," she exclaimed. He calmly replied," What are you talking about, 1860's, what is this 1860's thing, and slavery is not outlawed, it is the way of life I am used to."
Hannah just stood there in complete shock. She had no idea where she was or, now, what year it was. Marc broke the silence and said, "Now this nonsense is cleared up, it is time to get you back home." Hannah meekly obliged and followed Marc through the mazelike streets and alleys. They started to get into a nicer part of the city; it had large houses and nice wide streets. When they finally stopped walking, she realized they had stopped in front of one of the biggest houses she had ever seen. When you looked in from the front you could see a immense courtyard with two large pools and multiple fountains.
All of a sudden a man in about his early to late thirties came running at them saying, "Hannah, where have you been, you said you were just going out for a quick walk and you return long after dinner. Marc answered, " When I found her she was wondering the streets. "Thank you Marc but now will you leave us alone, I want to see how my wife is doing," he said curtly. "Well sir, I must talk to you before you talk to her," Marc said. "Marc, it is not that important, it can wait for later," the man answered. "Sir, it is that important, it will only take a second," Marc said sternly. "Fine, I will be right back honey," he said sweetly to Hannah. As they left, Hannah just realized the man had said wife, which scared her. She was only 16 and was in no hurry to marry. When she had gotten over that shock, she snuck up behind a column to listen to what Marc and the man were talking about.
"Master Joseph, I think Mistress has lost her memory. I don't know what happened today but she does not remember me at all and I don't think she remembers anything about you either. I am truly sorry to tell you this but I thought you should know. Joseph stood there stunned for a long time and finally said, "So you are telling my new wife has lost all memory of me and everything." "Yes sir," Marc answered. "Well, that is a major bombshell but I will deal with, so I will go to talk to her to see how much she has forgotten."
Joseph curtly and walked towards where Hannah was supposed to be. She raced over there and got there before he did to make it look like she had not been listening. "Hannah, do you remember who I am?" he asked. "Well you said I was your wife so you must be my husband, "she answered. " Okay, that is fine, do you remember my name?" he asked. Hannah simply answered," No."
The hand gripped her shoulder and spun her around. When she opened her eyes, all she saw was tunic. Hannah tilted her head up to see who her supposed attacker was. The face of a kindly old African met her eyes. " My Mistress, Master wants you in his quarters as soon as possible. Also, Where have you been we have been looking all over for you," the old man said. "May I ask who are you?" Hannah asked. The old man answered," Mistress, how could you forget me, I am your slave Marc and have taken care of you since you were a small girl." "What are you talking about; slavery was outlawed in like the 1860's, which was like 100 years ago," she exclaimed. He calmly replied," What are you talking about, 1860's, what is this 1860's thing, and slavery is not outlawed, it is the way of life I am used to."
Hannah just stood there in complete shock. She had no idea where she was or, now, what year it was. Marc broke the silence and said, "Now this nonsense is cleared up, it is time to get you back home." Hannah meekly obliged and followed Marc through the mazelike streets and alleys. They started to get into a nicer part of the city; it had large houses and nice wide streets. When they finally stopped walking, she realized they had stopped in front of one of the biggest houses she had ever seen. When you looked in from the front you could see a immense courtyard with two large pools and multiple fountains.
All of a sudden a man in about his early to late thirties came running at them saying, "Hannah, where have you been, you said you were just going out for a quick walk and you return long after dinner. Marc answered, " When I found her she was wondering the streets. "Thank you Marc but now will you leave us alone, I want to see how my wife is doing," he said curtly. "Well sir, I must talk to you before you talk to her," Marc said. "Marc, it is not that important, it can wait for later," the man answered. "Sir, it is that important, it will only take a second," Marc said sternly. "Fine, I will be right back honey," he said sweetly to Hannah. As they left, Hannah just realized the man had said wife, which scared her. She was only 16 and was in no hurry to marry. When she had gotten over that shock, she snuck up behind a column to listen to what Marc and the man were talking about.
"Master Joseph, I think Mistress has lost her memory. I don't know what happened today but she does not remember me at all and I don't think she remembers anything about you either. I am truly sorry to tell you this but I thought you should know. Joseph stood there stunned for a long time and finally said, "So you are telling my new wife has lost all memory of me and everything." "Yes sir," Marc answered. "Well, that is a major bombshell but I will deal with, so I will go to talk to her to see how much she has forgotten."
Joseph curtly and walked towards where Hannah was supposed to be. She raced over there and got there before he did to make it look like she had not been listening. "Hannah, do you remember who I am?" he asked. "Well you said I was your wife so you must be my husband, "she answered. " Okay, that is fine, do you remember my name?" he asked. Hannah simply answered," No."