"So, your name can never come from a slave? Don't you reckon that could get confusing? I mean, just imagine two slaves running into each other at the market, exchanging recipes, best aftercare treatment for whipping, the usual, than asking each other who they work for and they all just go 'my master'? They'll end up going to the wrong household half the time, terribly inconsistent."

Master. Of course. Terribly unoriginal, but that was hardly surprising. The Doctor smiled at him and held out a hand. Well, both hands, given that they were chained together and he also made the guards yank him back again, but the gesture was made. "I'm the Doctor, by the way. Nice to meet you."