"In forty years I wont need gold or a horse." Liz said softly. She would be in her sixties. Most of her life would be gone. Not that she had much of a life now. She wasn't sure how much of what he said she believed. She had no problem with the chores he described. Except that do as I say thing. She wasn't the resisting type but she loved asking questions when she could. She enjoyed learning. She knew that would get her in trouble eventually. "What if I don't do as you say?" She asked when he mentioned no beatings. How else would he keep her under his control? He had to do something. If not beating would he do something worse?