The woman regarded the slaves coldly for a long moment ignoring the overseer and his question. The silence stretched out for long seconds. The overseer was about to speak again when she knelt down and ran her long fingers through the coarse sand of the small fighting pit letting the grains flow through her closed fist and trying to get a sense of it. The sand was hungry, many men had been killed upon it, more yet had shed blood.

As abruptly as she had knelt she stood, the action accompanied by the faint musical clink of the ornaments in her veil. Her eyes turned to the two slaves who had been bought at her request. They were of no importance.

"Whichever of you can kill this man," she declared imperiously, pointing a slender finger at the slave she had come for.

"That man will go free."

"By Allah you cannot!" the Overseer shrieked, his voice rising in outrage. The two slaves were already pouncing towards Rhaak fingers outstretched like claws, hungry and eager to kill. 

"I dont care who you represent these men are my property!" he raised his fist as if to strike but Amira merely met his eyes with a cold steady gaze. The overseer froze in mid blow as he gazed into her dark brown almond shaped eyes. Great beads of sweat began to stand out on his forehead and he began to tremble as though pinned by some unimaginable pressure. With a wheezing gasp he dropped to the ground craddling his head in his hand and sobbing uncontrollably. By Allah the Truth was painful to look upon. With a moments more for cold contempt, she turned back to watch how the fates unwound for the slaves.

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