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uncontrollably in her sleep. It
    took me awhile to calm her enough for her to realize we
    were safe.
    The turmoil of our journey plagued her. Last night
    she dreamed we were back on the beach where Kayla tried
    to seduce me. The slave girl had pretended to sleep with me
    so that Qonchita would desert me. The mere fact that
    Qonchita did not speak to me for a few days almost killed
    me.
    Because of her I had the courage to do what I did to
    get us out of that place. Faro's attempt to rape her terrified her. I wish I could take those haunting images away. Every
    time after such an ordeal she melted into my arms, looking
    forlorn and lost. My heart ached for her and for what we
    were going through.
    The image of her feet, skin worn away to a bloody
    pulp from walking, her slippers torn, is engraved in me.
    Those first days were terrible, when we realized help was
    not coming and we would have to walk. People fell down
    from exhaustion because the captain refused to stop. The
    lack of food and the constant rain stalled us over and over.
    I still hear the screams as wild animals captured people
    and dragged them into the bushes. I carried Qonchita for
    days through that brush with Rosa-Lee on my back. Faro
    never attempted to help them. Not that I would have let
    him.
    The man was more interested in the slave girls that
    travelled with us. There were times that I had to bite my
    tongue when I caught him in the act. The man was simply
    arrogant in his dealings, but those women loved him.
    Those days were hard on my lady. But she never
    complained. She took everything with her head held high, a
    true lady to the bone.
    I swore to myself that I would keep her save, protect
    her. I did not care what any one said as long as she was
    safe. Those days when I carried her, I knew without any
    doubt that I loved her but I never said a word, although I
    wanted to. That kiss was the only one we ever dared to
    share, so I kept my distance as much as I could.
    It was hard to watch her, yet she had this strength
    in her that made her to stand up and go on, no matter what.
    Now, to have her in my arms every night is a
    blessing. I can kiss her all I want. I make love to her and
    she simply melts in my arms.
    She is my joy, my delight. I will love her always.

     
    3
    January 15, 1624
    Today was an exceptionally cold day and we spent
    it indoors. I love days like this where we can sit around the
    hearth and read, talk and enjoy each other's' company.
    Rosa-Lee was on top of Cisco most of the time. She loves
    her daddy so much. Her laughter fills the castle. I can
    hardly wait for this little one to come. My protruding
    tummy is a joy for Cisco. He simply cannot keep his hands
    off me.
    Today I think back to the many days and weeks we
    walked through the grassy plains of Africa. I remember the
    exhaustion, the heat, and the insects that bit us day and
    night. Then in the afternoons the rains would drench us
    completely so that the nights were miserable. We faced
    hunger for days on end because Captain Breno refused to
    let us rest and get the required food. I learned to eat
    anything in my walk, from tree bark to grass and leaves.
    Anything would do just to get the hunger pains under
    control.
    There were days that I did not know how we got at a
    certain point. My body and soul were so tired for lack of
    everything basic.
    After two months we finally arrived in an empty
    stad, a town. No one was there and as we searched the
    empty huts in the hope of food, we were once again faced
    with nothing. A lonely dog barked, seeking attention from
    the Captain. He shot it.
    People scrambled to get to it first. In disgust I
    watched as they ate it just like that.
    Someone found rotten maize. Again, people ate it
    and got stomach cramps. Two people died afterwards.
    The one thing that would always remain in my
    thoughts was the face of the pregnant woman we found shot
    dead by our captain and left to bleed to death. He was a
    cruel man. He wanted to punish me