By the next day, Farrah awoke with a plan formed in her mind. By another
two days, she had the details worked out. She had heard tales of a man who
had, at opportune times, helped to free slaves. The knowledge was
nonexistent among the nobles of Carthak, but the teacher at the university
made it known to those slaves that wanted out that he, Lindhall Reed, was
ready and waiting to help them. Farrah had heard it before, but she had
been hesitant about accepting his help. She was not so proud that she
didn't want to be beholden to a person for the right reasons, but she
didn't want to endanger the man who could help so many slaves. She was
afraid that something would go wrong and Reed would be caught. But she
couldn't worry about that know.
Through a chain of well-placed slaves, Farrah made contact with Lindhall. He was happy to help, though he warned her that she would have to plan it within the week, or wait until the next group of slaves came forward for help. Farrah, of course, agreed to be waiting outside the palace doors at the appointed time. Sneaking out of the slave rooms was her job; if she couldn't make it, the group would leave without her. Despite the slim chances, Farrah agreed.
Two days after she spoke with the teacher, she was ready to leave. There were others in the room she shared with slaves who would be attempting an escape with her. The day before they were due to leave, Farrah and another girl talked quietly on her pallet.
"Wait until the guard leaves, even if you think there won't be enough time. You have to take chances; big chances. Be ready to do what needs to be done." Farrah nodded as the other girl took her leave, making her way to her own sleeping area as the lights were blown out.
Before Farrah settled down to sleep, she saw Sabra staring at her strangely. Licking her lips, Farrah dismissed it; she couldn't have heard. No, no it wouldn't happen. She couldn't have heard…
Through a chain of well-placed slaves, Farrah made contact with Lindhall. He was happy to help, though he warned her that she would have to plan it within the week, or wait until the next group of slaves came forward for help. Farrah, of course, agreed to be waiting outside the palace doors at the appointed time. Sneaking out of the slave rooms was her job; if she couldn't make it, the group would leave without her. Despite the slim chances, Farrah agreed.
Two days after she spoke with the teacher, she was ready to leave. There were others in the room she shared with slaves who would be attempting an escape with her. The day before they were due to leave, Farrah and another girl talked quietly on her pallet.
"Wait until the guard leaves, even if you think there won't be enough time. You have to take chances; big chances. Be ready to do what needs to be done." Farrah nodded as the other girl took her leave, making her way to her own sleeping area as the lights were blown out.
Before Farrah settled down to sleep, she saw Sabra staring at her strangely. Licking her lips, Farrah dismissed it; she couldn't have heard. No, no it wouldn't happen. She couldn't have heard…