they made very good slaves, and the civilization of the South was growing, becoming richer. Iahweh let it go on. He was using the South as an incubator. His growing tribe of earthmen were being cared for by his enemies, and although they were slaves, they were safe. Then it was time. All the threads were in place. Iahweh was about to turn the tables. A baby was born into the slave-caste. He was a boy, and according to the decree of the Southerners, he should have been killed. But his mother kept him hidden. She couldn’t conceal his existence forever, so at three months, she hatched a plan. She took a large basket, waterproofed it and placed her son inside. She took the basket down to the river and floated it in the shallows. Her eldest daughter was left there to watch and wait. A short time later, a group of laughing and chattering women approached. They were not members of Highfather’s family, nor were they Southern commoners. They had come from the royal palace. From her hiding place, the sister watched. The most prominent woman, the one in the center whom all the others seemed to be following, saw the basket and sent one of her maids to fetch it. It seemed to take an interminably long time for the maid to carry it back. The lid was removed, and an angry cry filled the air. The sister watched. It was obviously a slave baby, but had her mother’s plan worked?
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