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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

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Ga<strong>the</strong>ring <strong>the</strong> shawl into her hands, <strong>the</strong> princess turned to Tarek.<br />

“How do I look?” she asked, her voice rough with weariness. She felt<br />

as though she had moved a mountain with her bare hands.<br />

Tarek opened his mouth, but he never got <strong>the</strong> chance to reply.<br />

Sudden light shone into <strong>the</strong>ir little hiding place. <strong>The</strong>y blinked at <strong>the</strong><br />

brightness, drawing back. A voice called out words <strong>the</strong>y did not know,<br />

as <strong>the</strong> man holding <strong>the</strong> torch stepped forward. I must transform my<br />

bracelet, <strong>the</strong> princess thought. She shrank back, clutching <strong>the</strong> gray<br />

shawl around her, hiding <strong>the</strong> golden wristlet beneath a fold <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

fabric. Quickly, she touched it, willing it to transform. A moment later,<br />

when she pulled her arm out from beneath <strong>the</strong> shawl, Apedemak’s<br />

talisman appeared to be naught but a scrap <strong>of</strong> rough-woven fabric<br />

encircling her wrist. She stared up as a dark shape loomed<br />

menacingly over her, feeling fear twist inside her. Had <strong>the</strong> illusion<br />

worked?<br />

Rough hands seized her.<br />

Amenirdis tried to pull away from those grasping fingers, and as she<br />

did so, she gasped sharply and awoke. She lay <strong>the</strong>re for a moment,<br />

her heart hammering, fighting to brea<strong>the</strong>. It was just a dream, she<br />

thought. You dreamed about when you were captured. It was very<br />

real, but it’s in <strong>the</strong> past. Calm down.…<br />

She, Tarek, and Piye had been captured by slavers on that<br />

terrible day. She’d soon learned that bands <strong>of</strong> slavers roamed <strong>the</strong><br />

interior <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> continent, searching for prey. <strong>The</strong>y could be ei<strong>the</strong>r black<br />

men or white men, but <strong>the</strong>y were alike; <strong>the</strong>y all carried whips and iron<br />

rods, ei<strong>the</strong>r short or long, that <strong>the</strong>y called “muskets” or “pistols.” <strong>The</strong>se<br />

weapons were <strong>the</strong> things that had caused <strong>the</strong> thunder-crack noises,<br />

<strong>the</strong>se deadly guns that could slay from a distance. <strong>The</strong> white men had<br />

brought <strong>the</strong>se weapons to Africa, but black men had been quick to<br />

adopt <strong>the</strong>m and use <strong>the</strong>m to deal death. White or black, slavers cared<br />

only for money; she had learned that, too.<br />

<strong>The</strong> princess’s racing heartbeat slowed, as <strong>the</strong> nightmare lost its<br />

grip on her. She heard rain spattering on <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong>. <strong>The</strong> rainy season<br />

had started a bit early this year. Opening her eyes, she could just make

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