Outside the hut, the slaves also rested.
The open ground of the Spatial Farm was quiet. The blankets spread across the grass muffled movement. Some people lay on their backs and stared up at the bright sky, as if they still could not believe they had stepped into another world. Others curled up and fell asleep almost instantly.
No one spoke loudly.
No one argued.
The rare chance to rest, combined with the knowledge that they were finally safe, silenced them more effectively than any order could.
Even Wood and Stone, seated on either side of Sienna's door like two loyal guardians carved from granite, eventually let their heads droop and began to doze.
Soon, the entire Spatial Farm was wrapped in a gentle hush.
Only the spring murmured softly, and the leaves of the young crops whispered when the breeze touched them.
***
More than two hours later, Mirella awoke.
