Young Bridget was taken as a slave and lived for five years of her life in Scandinavia, Norway.
The river tossed the canoe mercilessly. The girl stared fearfully at the rock ahead. She jumped out turning the boat upside down at the same time. She fought against the rapids. They brought her under. She came up gasping for breath. She choked on water and was forced under.
“Help!” she screamed coming up again. She was forced under and her breath left her as everything went black.
Daniel stared at the wood floating up into the bank. He looked up.
“Someone’s out there, Jonas.” He said. He jumped into the water and searched for someone. He came up, and then searched some more.
He saw the limp figure on the bottom of the river a few yards away and went up for a breath. He swam towards her and grabbed her with one arm. His strong strokes brought him to shallow water fast and he lay her on the bank.
Jonas sat down beside him.
“Please.” Daniel watched for a breath and sighed when eyelashes fluttered. She coughed up water then stared at him. Her red hair lay wet against her green dress. Her blue eyes were wide as she watched him.
“Was there anyone else on the boat?” Daniel asked quickly.
“No. But he’s going to kill me!” she gasped. Her irish accent was strong.
“Who is?” Jonas asked.
“Master Holgerson!” She exclaimed.
“Are you on of the girls staying with him?” he asked.
She laughed. “Staying? Far from it! I live with him!” she laughed again. “Staying? Me?” She exclaimed, as if she was surprised he would ask a question like that.
“Daniel stared at her. “Who are you then?” he asked
“Me? You haven’t heard of me? Name's Bridget. I’m his slave.”