" Why, of course. We’re friends, aren’t we? I’ll tell you what. You put up some security. I’ll be glad to take that if you lose.” Makon tried to think clearly, but his mind was cloudy. “I don’t have anything. I don’t own any land and I don’t even own the house I live in. You know that, Shalmanezer.” “Well …” Shalmanezer shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “You have a family.” “I have. What about it?” “You could put them up for security.” “What are you talking about?” “Why, people are worth a great deal for slaves, don’t you know.” “Are you crazy?” Makon shouted, his eyes inflamed. “I wouldn’t let my family become slaves.” “Of course you wouldn’t,” Joar said smoothly. “But you’re almost sure to win. I can see the way you peered into that box. If you do, you’re set for life. You’ll never have to work another day. "
― Gilbert Morris , Daughter of Deliverance (Lions of Judah #6)