..merchants and memory

The search party went well. Peter was certainly not pitiful! I only came for the first part, although I do have skill with a bow, I am not inclined for full on combat.
The days have become peaceful now...our time in England is beginning to become a gray haze.
I can't quite remember Finley..or was it Finchley?? It doesn't matter.
We will never go back . At least..I hope so.
Yesterday the oddest thing happened. We (me and my siblings) were in the drawing room. Ed was lying on his face sleeping, Lucy was sketching, Peter was signing documents and I was doing some mending. When we heard all sorts of instruments. We all rushed to the window and saw a train of exotic merchants. Selling monkeys, rugs, spices anything you can imagine. We all wandered out to have a look. I was browsing the bracelets when Peter came and tapped me on the shoulder, his face was solemn. "You had better come with me Su" "Whatever is the matter?" "Follow me" I followed his as he led me through the now crowded courtyard. We came to a more deserted part, which smelt awful. Then we turned a corner and what I saw made my stomach turn. Everywhere. Bleeding, crying, screaming. Human beings. In chains like animals.
I looked at Peter his face was as white as mine..but not in compassion and sadness but anger. "Slaves" He muttered under his breath "What should we do?" "Set them free" "But we can't just do that" "Then we will have to buy them"
So we did. Most of yesterday afternoon was spent buying them, freeing them, giving them the medical they might need and finding homes for them.
It was tiring...but worth it.
~Su