Slaves weren’t allowed flutes and other musical instruments. The sound maker was obviously Illia’s way around the restriction.“How many more of ...hose do you have?” asked Kin.Illia opened her bag and revealed a large assortment of crystal and metal devices.The traveling room lurched to a stop and the doors opened. The corridor outside was dark but the crystals embedded in the walls started glowing and waves of light started flowing along the walls illuminating the entire area.Illia took him by. The fine white sand seemed to stretch for an eternity in both directions. When I looked down at my feet, I couldn't focus on the sand around me but it seemed so real I could almost feel it between my toes. Most of the people along the beach were busy building sandcastles. Some castles were bigger than others were, as those people had others helping them. Some others were struggling by themselves to build one that could stand against the relentless waves. Some of the people I saw seemed frantic,. . had nothing really to do with chairs except as props. Anytime the talk veered towards a subject that might allow me to enter in with a comment, my comment was brushed aside and the conversation quickly steered elsewhere.I sat around trying not to be too grim, but eventually I was fed up. I took to my feet and stood there for the longest time without being noticed. Eventually I poked Sheila's knee with the toe of my shoe."Hello! What are you doing here anyway? I thought you had plans for. For washing we used the sea; for toileting we used a bucket which was thrown into the sewer; for water we used the only state relief, the right to two pints of fresh but invariably boiling hot water; for cooking we had to try to buy as much cooked food as possible, which cost more, because lighting a fire was so time consuming and dangerous. I eventually got some sleep and woke up early. Kit was not home. I worry for her safety at times. I had decided that to pay my tax, I would have to sell.