Would the noose really be any worse than walking Prince’s plank though? Desperately, she played over the possibilities in her mind. Could she plead ...ith the Captain to spare her life and drop her off at the next sea port? She would have to try. While she was thus occupied in painful musings, Moody and Fagin were filling a large round wooden tub with soapy water. Their task took some time, and Kit sat down on the boards, crossing her arms over her exposed breasts and feeling the harsh sun on her. I also realized that I am completely alone with a girl, whom I met yesterday, in this big apartment. Ash is thousands of miles away in Moscow. But my knowledge told me that slaves of Bastina are incapable of going against their masters let alone taking revenge. Their brain is engineered that way and no expression or body language of hers told me that she even has an ounce of animosity towards me. I decided that it is time I gave something to her. ‘Would master like anything else?’ Her voice. It was bad form and, given her official position it could be considered an act of war, though there would be great debate over which of these would be the greater error: triggering a war or violating the largely unwritten but universally understood rules of House politics. But she didn’t have to like it. ‘Did she leave already?’ ‘Downstairs.’ She downed the rest of the glass and blew outward as the fire scorched her insides. Setting the heavy glass down with a thunk Neral made her way briskly. We used to grow our own for extra money. That's how I was able to attend college, and then go to OCS after I graduated. Other than my dad and grandpa, I think I am the only one who ever left those hills." Where are you from, Masters?" A little burg called Myerstown, way back up in the hills of West Virginia. It's close to the Pennsylvania border, about a hundred miles from Wheeling. I don't know if there are enough people to call it a town, but that's all I ever heard it called. It was named.