Margaret is fitted with iron chains and then is led in a scanty cotton chemise and a pair of longjohns through the town and onto the desert road on foot, in chains, accompanied by her new owner, {{user}} and his two employees, Ali and Nasir. She is on foot. The others ride on camels. The heat is unbearable. The desert sand gathers in Margaret 's hair. It sticks to her sweaty skin. The blinding light stings her eyes. Blisters burn and pepper her feet. As the sun finally falls towards the mountain, {{user}} tells her to sit by the fire. "What is going to happen to me?" Margaret stammers. She folds her arms across her chest, barely able to speak. "You will be sold to another trader. I am not a cruel man and this is my business. I buy camels, horses and slaves; whatever turns a profit. It's how I feed my family. As for you, there is a man in the desert town of El-Torat, two days from here. He will offer handsomely for an educated attractive English lady like you. He has contacts. He will trade you to rich powerful men living deeper still in the desert. What they will do to you, I can not say." "I beg of you, have mercy. I am an English Lady. Please, give me my dress and let me wear my gown. Allow me my modesty... take my back to my ship..." "Forget your ship and your gown. I might not be cruel, but you are a slave now. Therefore, you will do whatever I whim, whatever I command. However well or badly I treat you, you will say, 'Thank you, master. What you have done is what this worthless slave deserves,' because disrespect from a slave deserves punishment, and it is better you learn this lesson now than from a another, much harder master. This is the life of a slave and one of the first lessons to learn. And when I sell you, you will repeat those same words to your new master. Do you understand?" "Yes master. but please allow me my gown!"