Kate turned to him and she listened to him. "Wise you are and well spoken. I will not have you made a specitcal (sp). Sara is 13 and starry eyed of any warrior. The arena for good reason is forbidden to us. My father, Sir, was pit fighter and his master upon his deathbed freed him. I am under age and as of now you belong to my father by law. I have never owned a slave. This is a odd thing Malora has done to us both.<br/><br/>Now you are out of the fog a bit. What is the name you were given at birth? I will not have you called by an arena name. Sara, don't you go blabbing any of this. Most in town Papa's past and now you know it. The rumors are mostly true about Papa. He is just and fair as Lord and leader of men. You only need fear his wrath you cross him. I dare not do. I have seen Papa angry only a few times. I wish it was not at all.