“But we shall have done fighting soon, I hope, and then you can go in peace.”
“No peace in Han country.”
“What?”
“Alway fight—make prisoner—sell slave. Han want Pomp here talk for um.”
“Ah, well, wait till we get peace, and things are getting on smoothly again, then we can talk.”
“Capen cross wif Hannibal?”
“Cross? No; grateful.”
“Han stay here ’long massa and Mass’ George.”
“Ah, George, any good news?” said my father, turning to me. “You see I am forced to be a slave-owner.”
I shook my head rather sadly as I thought of Morgan’s words.