He nodded, then climbed up on the seat outside.
Having eaten a large breakfast on the ship, I wasn't hungry. I could feel Acheron's stare, but he still kept himself covered by his cloak. "Would you care for a bite?" I asked, handing the food to Acheron.
As the herio started forward, he tore into the cloth like a starved animal. It wasn't until he moved to eat that I finally saw a glimpse of his forearm.
There was blood encrusted around the gold band on his wrist. But he didn't seem to notice as he shoved chunks of bread into his mouth.
"Are you all right, Acheron?"
He only continued to eat ravenously.
When the bread was gone, he attacked the wineskin with the same fervor. It was several minutes before he lowered the skin and let out what sounded like a relieved breath.
I reached for his injured arm.
He didn't move as I sat forward and pulled the band back to uncover a nasty wound there. As I looked at his bloodied wrist, I noticed more bruises on his forearm.
And then I saw his face.
I gasped in alarm. Before I could think of what I was doing, I jerked the cowl down. His skin was still that dull, ashen gray, his hair lank and matted.
But it was his face that held me transfixed. Dark purple circles ran underneath both eyes as if he hadn't slept at all. His lips were chapped, raw and bleeding. Both of his cheeks were bruised as if someone had slapped him repeatedly. One eye was red from broken blood vessels.
His clothes were torn and dirty.
"What happened to you?"
He gave me a true, insolent glare that cut through me. "I'm a trained tsoulus, Idika, that you left unprotected for four days. What do you think they did to me?"
Horrified, I called for Boraxis as Acheron replaced his cowl.
The herio stopped immediately. Boraxis came down and opened the door. "Yes, Highness?"
"Take me back to the ship."
"May I ask why, Highness?"
"They . . . they . . ." I couldn't even bring myself to say it. "I want everyone who touched Acheron to be put into chains!"
Boraxis frowned.
I pulled the cowl down again and showed Boraxis Acheron's battered face. "Look what they did to him."
Acheron met Boraxis's gaze and something strange passed between them.
"Highness," Boraxis said in a low, calm tone, "I'll take you back if you wish it, but only Acheron's rightful owner can demand restitution for his damage."
I ground my teeth at him. "He is not a slave."
"He's marked as a slave, Highness. That's all that matters."
"So that gives them the right to abuse him?"
"And again, Highness, I repeat, only his rightful owner can demand restitution. All the law will give you for what they did is financial compensation for his use. No free man will be punished for using a slave."
"A slave can be beaten for hurting him like this! And I want it so."
"Highness, a slave wouldn't have dared touch him like that."
I gulped. "What are you saying?"
Boraxis looked past me to Acheron. "Acheron? Who hurt you?"
"The sailors, and when they were done with me, they sold me to noblemen they brought below the decks."
Boraxis returned his gaze to mine. "You are a noblewoman and I your servant. No one will care what we think any more than they will care what was done to a slave."
Then an awful fear went through me. "Did you know they'd do this to him?"
"No, Highness. I assumed he'd be left alone with the other slaves. Had I any inkling they would have harmed him, I would have warned you."
I believed him.
Even so, I'd never been so angry in all my life. If we were in my father's kingdom . . .
But we weren't. Boraxis was right. Here, outside my father's realm, I had no voice.
Sick over the matter, I nodded. "Find us someplace where we can have his bands removed, Boraxis."
"You can't remove them," Acheron said in a panicked voice. "It is a death sentence to any tsoulus for anyone other than their idikos to remove their bands."
"You're not a slave and I will not have you marked as one!"
He shrank away from me.
Sighing, I looked back at Boraxis. "Acheron needs more food and someplace safe to rest and bathe. He could also use fresh clothes."
"I'll ask the driver for such a place, Highness."
I nodded at him. He left us and climbed back up. It was a few seconds later that we started forward again.
"No one is going to hurt you anymore, Acheron."
Tears gathered in his eyes before he pulled the cowl back up to shield his face from me.
"Speak to me, little brother. Tell me what thoughts you have."
"My will is your will, Idika."
"Stop calling me that! I am Ryssa. I'm not your owner."
And again he had no response to that.
Aggravated, I left him to himself while we traveled for the next hour until Boraxis found us a large hostel where I could rent Acheron a room so that he could bathe and rest.
A short time later, Boraxis brought a smith to the room.
I knocked on Acheron's door, then pushed it open to find him lying naked on his bed. I motioned Boraxis and the smith to stay in the hall while I entered.