Chapter 296

We knelt together on the comfortable kneeling chairs and talked for a moment before Rose insisted we do some work. The woman that owned Rose’s men was quite insistent she not be lazy. Rose was terrified of the woman. She pressed the pad she’d been given into my hands and entreated me to begin.

I usually came up with what to write about and Rose made it sound good. I thought for several moments.

“We could write about scars,” I offered drawing the symbol for that horrible creature absently on the pad.

The pad lit up and Rose put her hand over her mouth. It was a drawn replica of the Scar from many different angles. She pulled it closer and looked at it shuddering.

“What,” she asked, “is that?”

The written words accompanying the drawing was too technical for me to fully understand. It resembled a scientific journal article written for specialists. I read what I could to Rose of the introduction. The information was very detailed.

“Read the whole thin