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Samanya poked her best friend, Natalia. She was growing quite sick, with cold weather coming in a few months. looked at Samanya weakly, trudging along.

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"Where are we going?" Samanya tried to ask, but the leader's whip lashed across her back and she fell silent.

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Samanya wondered why Faraj was being so cold, wasn't he the 1 who asked her name?

he was being noble, Samanya thought. I wonder if the slave takers really did let the rest of his tribe go. they were not the kind of people to do that.

Natalia coughed beside her, a wet, painful sounding cough, from in her chest. Samania winced at the noise. She could hardly breathe in the stink of this little compartment. it was so full of unwashed bodies who hadn't had a moment of privacy - not even to relieve themselves - for what she thought must have been 3 days. She couldn't even imagine how Natalia could get enough air in her lungs to cough like that.

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Samania just felt like she had to get out of this stinking pot right now...she wasn't sure how long she could put up with the odour anymore. It was just everywhere, it seemed to have gone right to her nerve cells, somehow clinging to every fibre of her being. She had never known humans could smell that bad. It was just awful!

She looked at Faraj, he was in his usual corner, somehow seemed to be unaffected by it all. And he still didn't want to talk as if he had forgotten she even existed in the same room.

But hadn;t she done he same thing? wasn't she crammed into this room with what must have been 50 or more people? She was ignoring them just like he was ignoring her. Natalia coughed again and Samanja saw streaks from tears on her rapidly thinning face shining in the dim light.

She didn't know how to comfort Natalia, she just felt like she had to get out soon or she would go stark raving mad just like the oldest living woman in her village.

It seemed so long ago that she had run free and wild with all the children from her village, throwing stones at elephants from far as they drank from the small lake near the village.

Natalia coughed again, a rasping cough that grated on Samania's nerves. When Samanja saw the teary face next to her in the dim light, she felt a sudden surge of compassion for her companion. Holding Natalia's sobbing form close to her, she wished the ugly man would get their dinner soon.