A woman, wouldn't leave her name. Centaine leaned protectively over Shasa's body. Blaine stood with the lame mare, holding her head and stroking her neck. Will we get our pay, Baas? We've got children, 'You'll bepaid, Lothar snapped, I promise you that.
Her small pot belly was swollen with malnutritionand her skin was chalky white. I deduced that. 'You willhave to put them down, Centaine said. Most of them were ashardworking and ordinary as anyone else, and now were as poor andstarving.