The Slave Market - My Best Friend

When Megiddo awoke, I whispered my good news to him. It was our one ray of hope as we marched toward Babylon. Overseers cursed the laggards and cracked bullock-wips over the backs of those who failed to keep in line. Poor worn-out fellows were seen to stagger and fall beneath their heavy baskets. So this was what awaited my father's son if he failed at the slave market. Maggito felt that we would soon part. When no buyers were near, he talked to me earnestly to impress upon me how valuable work would be to me in the future.