Of all the conscripted, Cecil remained the most puzzling… and compelling. Deprived of adequate food, toilet breaks, and space to stretch his long limbs, the man managed to maintain something of his dignity, soiled and shredded though it may be. He was kind to his fellow indentured and quietly defiant to their shared masters. Yvenna even saw him smile once or twice. Compared to the other passengers, dirty, miserable, and dour one and all – herself not excepted – the man seemed a saint. A less scrupulous saint might have taken advantage of the admiration he so easily engendered. But not Cecil.
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