The Little Ones of Mysticism

There were old men and young men, fierce and wild looking, barbarians in all truth. Some with the raw red scars on chest and limbs they had taken a few weeks before in a last stand for liberty. There were haired girls submitting with sullen hate to the appraising fingers of purchasers. Mothers soothing unkempt little ones who cowered behind them as quails s from a kestral's shadow. I bought a little girl to attend upon her upon my ship; though she wore at the time but one sorry cloth and was streaked with dirt and dust,. And hair that glistened in uncared for brightness upon her shoulders like a tissue of golden