Samson met the young lady's eyes. Her eyes resemble someone he knew. Hoping that the lady would forget how unsightly he looked, he turned away, and looked at his nailless feet while he walked.
However, Marvella actually recognized him. She clenched her fists. How could she not recognize the nice and jolly man that usually went to their house when she was young? How nice it was, playing hide and seek as a child, and the only problem she had back then was either hiding from or finding him in the Primus mansion. Unfortunately, childhood never lasts.
While she only kept those sweet little memories with her, Marvella was worried about her comrades. Most of them were Samson's comrades for years already. How would they feel, seeing him in a miserable state? How could they accept, that the tactician they looked up to, was now treated as someone worse than a slave?