Shortly after the time when I changed my prayers, the word spread among the slave quarters that Master Brodas was very sick. A little later he died. And I just knew that it was my prayers that killed him.
There was panic in the slave quarters when Master Brodas died. We didn't know whether we would be sold or what. Did Master Brodas free us like he promised? I thought about running away but those sudden blackouts made me think better of it. If I were found asleep I would just be brought back. Besides, the dent in my head me easily recognized.