"What is it you all want from me?" His eyes dropped to the book on the table, then back to her. "That's a very simple question, but the answer is na so easy." "Try?" "We hope ya change the world." Her hands trembled as she brought them to her face. "I'm just a slave," she whispered. "No," Cyno said, working hard to pronounce the word. "No. Ya were a slave, ya are a kaisae, ya will be a Kaisae. The kind with a capital letter. The kind my people write in silver. Yer somethan' special, Sal, whether ya like it or na."
