295 295. A Spy At Work

"We're free?" The women slaves asked. 

Sylvester knelt to their level as he understood the balance required between anger and compassion. "Of course. As a man of faith, I abhor slavery. But it's the darkness of our world that can't be so easily vanquished. So, tell me now, do you have a home to go to? If not, then I would like to employ you in my food shop just outside the Holy Land beside the Gold Road." 

"Are we going to be your slaves?"

"Not at all. As I said before, I am freeing you. You can decide to work for me if you wish to do so. At the same time, you will be paid, and your children will be sent to a school inside the Holy Land later. As for you, young girl. You can earn and save money here before starting a new life elsewhere. You're still too young and ripe for exploitation by slavers or nobles.