Cassandra glanced over her shoulder, spotting the carpets. Quickly, she stepped out of the way, ducking her head just in case. She knew that the marketplaces back home had been just as busy, but she had never actually been in one of them before. She had thought about it, dreamed about what it might be like to walk among the people. But thinking about it and dreaming about it had never really made it a reality.

Yet one more reason she was glad to be free of Troy.

And as that thought flashed through her mind, he asked her where she was from.

Well, this was fast becoming one of her favorite parts of meeting new people. Cassandra sighed wearily. "I come from a city to the west of Persia," she mumbled. "Called Troy."