"What do you mean?" Bethany asked, confused. "Of course we're Pilgrims. We were born that way.
We can't just be something else!"
"We can now," Moriah said. A little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and Bethany was struck by her beauty. She'd never realized how lovely Moriah was. She'd never seen her as anything but a frightened young woman she had to protect.
"I don't want to be a Pilgrim any more, Bethany. I want to be a free woman. Imagine it! I don't have to marry anyone. My daughter could grow up and do whatever she wants. I can even send her to school! I don't even really understand what that means, but it sounds like a wonderful thing. Did you know that she could even be a doctor? Like that man, Bragan? He's been examining all the women who will let him. He knows how to fix all kinds of things, Bethany. He made the shaking in Marta's hands go away. He even fixed that thing on Anna's neck! It's been causing her pain for three years, and now it's gone."
"He's an Imperially-trained physician," Bethany said quietly, trying to understand what Moriah was telling her. "He's also the one who took all the implants out of the slaves so they could revolt. I didn't know women could become doctors. Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes," Moriah said, face lighting up. "Yes, they can! I asked him about it. He's been letting me help him."
"So, where is this wonderful place that you might go?"
"It's part of something called the Saurellian Federation," Moriah replied in an excited voice. "Logan is a Saurellian, and he has a whole planet that belongs to his family, and we're all going to live there."
"Oh, really?" Bethany asked skeptically. "And you believe that? If Logan is so important, how did he end up a slave here? I think they're lying to you, Moriah."
"Maybe they are," Moriah said softly, looking away. "I know I want to believe them, but I understand they could be lying. I still don't want to go back to the way I was living before. For the first time in my life I have a chance to do something else. We've never had a choice before! How can I just go back to the way I was living before, knowing that I had a choice about it? I won't do that to my daughter."
"What if it's worse?" Bethany asked.
"It can't be that much worse," Moriah replied forcefully. "I was being raped by a man older than my father. He was already talking about a marriage alliance for my baby. I'm willing to take the chance."
"How many others are going with you?"
"About sixty, including children," Moriah said. "Logan says that when we get to his planet he'll help us.
He'll help all of us."
"What about the slaves?" Bethany asked. "Do they believe Logan?"
"No, not all of them," Moriah said. "About thirty of them are taking their share of the ore and heading out on their own in the third ship. None of the women are going with them."
"What about the fourth ship?" Bethany asked, a tight knot forming in her stomach. "Who is going to be on that one?"
"That one is for you and Jess," Moriah said after a brief pause. "At least that's what Kresn tells me."
"We aren't going with the rest of you?"
"No," Moriah's replied. "Kresn says Jess hasn't told him where he's going. But he's taking you with him."
"I wish Jess would tell me what's going on," Bethany said quietly. "Does he know you're here?"
"No, I don't think so," Moriah said. "In fact, Kresn says he hasn't talked about you at all to any of the men, at least not that he knows of. That's why I asked him to bring me here. I didn't think it was fair that we're all getting a choice and you aren't. Kresn told me Jess hasn't let you out of this room since he brought you here."
"He's taken me out long enough to go to the fresher and clean myself up," Bethany said wryly.
"Otherwise this place might have gotten a little fragrant by now."
Moriah blushed, then giggled.
"Well, I guess you're doing all right," she said. "So tell me…if you haven't been talking with Jess, what have you been doing?"
Now it was Bethany's turn to blush.
"That's what I thought," Moriah said. "For someone who's been locked away for two cycles you seem pretty happy. Although your hair looks awful," she added. Bethany started, then laughed.
"Yes, it does need to be trimmed," she said. "I don't have anything to trim it with, though. I'll have to ask Jess."
"How is he treating you? Is he good to you? Do you want me to talk to Logan or Kresn on your behalf?"
"I like Jess," Bethany said softly, shaking her head. "Or rather, I like touching Jess. I don't really know all that much about him, though. And I don't know where we'll be going after this. I guess I thought we'd be with the rest of the slaves. Now I don't know what to think."
"Maybe you should ask him?"
"I'm not sure I want to hear the answer," Bethany said slowly. "Things were so horrible. Now everything's changed so suddenly. In a strange way, these past two days have been pleasant, Moriah. No talking, no worries. I have no control over the situation and I can't do anything to change it. Instead, I've just been enjoying another person's body, and having him enjoy mine. I hate to think beyond that."
"Well, you'd better start thinking," Moriah said. "This isn't a dream. This is reality, and the choices you make over the next couple of cycles will determine where you live for the rest of your life. Don't forget that."
"I won't," Bethany said quietly. There was a knock on the door, and they looked at each other quickly.
An hour hadn't gone by yet.
"Open the door," Kresn's voice came through, sounding strained. Bethany stood and quickly unlocked it.
"Jess is coming," Kresn said. "He found out I brought Moriah to see you and he's upset. We need to get going."
"If he's angry, I'll stay here with Bethany," Moriah said quickly. "I won't leave her to face him alone."
"No, it's all right," Bethany said. "If he was going to hurt me, he would have by now. You should go."
Kresn nodded, and reached out a hand for Moriah.
"Bethany's right," he said. "Jess isn't going to hurt her. I'm more worried about him hurting me," he added with a grin. "Let's go."
Moriah looked to Bethany one last time, then took Kresn's hand. Bethany noticed with a pang how gently he touched her, as if she were incredibly fragile and might break at any moment.