Leesha crouches down at this and with confidence enters a code on the keypad. I hear a gentle hiss as the lock disengages, and then she opens the hatch door. Inside stone stairs lead down into a brightly lit corridor, walled in grey concrete. “Inside, quickly!” Leesha says. Completely bemused I obey, tentatively placing my foot on the first step, and moving cautiously down. I will sustain a serious injury if I stumble while I can’t use my folded hands to break the fall. The floor is cool on the soles of my bare feet. Behind me, Leesha swings the hatch door closed and quietly re-engages the lock. On the stairs she overtakes me, and gently using my upper arm to support me she tows me along the corridor. “I know you’re tired, hon, but not far,” she says sympathetically, “and then I can untie you, and you can rest.” Our journey only takes us a few hundred yards, but by the end of it she’s actually having to drag me. All of my physical reserves are spent and try as I might, I just can’t stay on my feet a moment longer. 27 - Tunnels The place where Leesha permits me to rest is beside an underground crossroads. Symbols are painted on the wall in the Slaver’s script. They look like japanese directions. Just after the junction a doorway leads into a side room, which is windowless and only twelve feet square. It’s some kind of rest space for men working for the Slavers. There’s a cot here (with a dirty mattress but no sheets), a shower space, a sink, a toilet, and a table and chair. The room is bare and lit by a harsh tube light. There’s so little sign of any individuality in the decoration that it reminds me of some of the Republic fleet’s boot camps. It’s hot down here underground. “Sit,” Leesha says gently. I look at asian her, my eyes tearful with gratitude. Right now she’s the most beautiful creature I could imagine. 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