That is what you were doing when we found you on Iskalt Island?” Elvar remembered seeing Uspa throw a book into the pool of fire. “Yes,” Uspa said. “Thinking that I was saving the world from Ilska’s madness, thinking that I was saving people like you from a life of slavery, torture and death.” She looked Elvar in the eye. “And then you captured us, beat my husband to his knees, put a collar around his neck and sold him to the highest bidder. And treated me and my son as thralls, as cattle to be bartered. Or slaughtered.”
