“Bring your silver. We’ll use my weights.” The slaver pulled a smooth goatskin bag from a basket on the camel, brushed leaves from a spot next to an olive tree, and set up his scales.
The boss ducked back into the temple and returned with his purse. Crouching beside the slaver, he set silver—rings, a hair piece, and a necklace—on the left tray of the scales.
With slow, exaggerated movements, the slaver added bronze weights to the opposite tray, each in the shape of a turtle about the size of a large pearl. “Seventy-six.”
Pat Wagner asked, “Is that historically accurate?”
