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The sound of ice thudding and crunching against the ship’s hull wakes me, and the pain is stunning.

…My hands are chained together, so I lift them as one and push tangles of ivory hair out of my eyes. It must be night. During the day, light seeps into the hold and turns it gray. Now all is blackness. My world is little more than stench and sound. People breathe all around me. Some breathe deeply, still asleep. Others pant in pain. Near the prow, a man sobs. We’ve spent eleven days together in this dark sewer, listening to rumors fly. Some think we’re going to a slave market in Iceland…

Young Thyra’s journey from Denmark to North America is not an easy one.