Leaning against the wall of the old corridor, bruises and dust covering his worn-out body, he has no strength even to earn a living. Isaac hates the nobles, especially the British.

Suddenly a shadow covered him, a young girl of his age stood over him as she smiled down at him, holding a really expensive necklace as she held it out for him

"Here..sell it and get something to eat" said the girl

He lifted his head to look at her and couldn't utter a word