Seems forever ago since I turned this one in to my editor. May I return to ancient Judah.
Captive on the High Seas
Resisting the urge to weigh his purse in the palm of his hand, Nicolaus perused the young woman. He leaned toward Xandros, who spoke the language well. “Tell him there are many women in Greece who are clean and without such,” he made a motion with his hands as he glanced toward the woman, “curves.” Her lips parted with a soft gasp and her dark eyes flamed with anger as his friend Xandros repeated his words. “A hundred shekels. Twenty omers of barley and two casks of olive oil,” Nicolaus said as he crossed his arms over his chest and waited. After a few moments of silence, he turned on his heel to leave. “A moment.” The Philistine’s words halted him. Nicolaus glanced over his shoulder. The young woman narrowed her gaze toward a spot in the crowd. Looking in that direction, he saw several young women pointing toward the platform. They seemed to be arguing with the oldest among them. Who were they? Rivals? Had this young woman stolen the affection of a man from them? Possible, but given how similar the one wearing the gold band looked like the woman being auctioned, he wondered if they were of some relation. Cousins, sisters perhaps? “We have not all day, man,” Nicolaus said as he turned his attention back to the Philistine. “You have no other bidders vying for this woman.” He flicked a glance toward the first bidder. “None willing to pay what I am. Two hundred shekels and one cask of oil. It is a fair price and more than the piece of jewelry you traded her for.”