I awaken only seconds later to Sillitta nudging me in the ribs with a bare toe. "Wake up slave boy," she chides me as I sit up, "we've got work to do."

"Work, what?" I ask, confused.

"There's a new visitor to the island. We have to go help her get her luggage up?"

"Another heir?"

"An heir, period. You're out of the running chump."

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'm a slave now. Well, do you at least have some sort of uniform I can put on."

"You're wearing it," Sillitta answers with an evil grin.

The Italian slave girl and I start out down the road toward the dock. About halfway down the road, I can see the newcomer in the distance. Curse my luck it looks like she is talking to Luisa. 'This is going to be so humiliating,' I think as Sillitta and I approach the two women.