The peasant girl

In the market

It was hot and dusty in the market. Animals created an enormous uproar and men yelled in the midst of the chaos. Animals and other products were quickly being sold. Whilst all this was taking place an eleven year old walked through the main street, pushing her way through the rabble. She was looking for an intelligent puppy that could be used as a working dog and three chickens. That was what her father had strictly instructed her to buy. She was just a peasant girl, but she was extraordinarily beautiful and many glanced at her as she walked along, head held high, proud that she had survived the chaos life had thrown at her. She was dressed in a simple, white woollen dress, which weighed her down in the heat. Her skin was olive and she had chocolate brown eyes, her hair was wavy, about shoulder length, she was roughly 5'4. Her name was Nasima. She soon came upon the sort of pup her father had wanted. It was a Shetland sheepdog puppy, which her father could use as both a sheepdog and a competent guard dog.  It was a white and tan male pup and was in good condition. She paid £10 for it, and although she knew her father wouldn't be happy every other pup had been even more expensive. She found the three chickens quite quickly and they cost £2 altogether, then leading the puppy on some string and carrying the chickens in a basket she set off, on the long, winding road home. As she was about to leave the main street she heard a scream. It was high and piercing and coming from a slave stall. It looked a slave boy had just woken up. The boy was obviously in fine health, probably 8, maybe 9 and he was screaming as if a pack of starving dogs were after him. Nasima looked on helplessly, knowing there was nothing she could do to help, as the slave dealer struggled with the boy for a few minutes, people cheered him on, before managing to subdue him. The boy was then gagged. It was the defeated look in his eyes, and the silent sobbing that made her feel sorry for him and go against her judgement by buying him. She got him cheap, £5, who else was going to buy a boy that was clearly going to try and run away?

She set of on the road leading home, with the boy on a chain the slave dealer had given her, chickens and the puppy, dreading what her father was going to say. First of all, he hadn't wanted a new worker, even though he definitely needed one. Second, the boy was young… and white. Then again, thought Nasima, half of what I paid for him was my own money and if I sae up enough to pay him back and help feed him I can't get into to much trouble.