Unexpected

Well. I suppose, in the abstract, every slave ought to know that she can be sold at any time. That did not make it any less of a shock. The man who came had very calloused hands. A strange thing to notice I suppose, but it was somehow important. The guard spoke to him briefly then removed the black steel House collar that I have worn for over a year. The collar now is a well brushed steel. Plain and rounded, it bears the marks of having been in many uses. The tag is simple. "Property of the City Kennels of Ar. Inquire at kennels for rental"

Sigh. I did look back, I admit I did. I have never easily walked away from any portion of the path in life I have walked. The House was as impressive as ever and I knew that somewhere within he was turning a page. Yes. It really is that simple. Whatever lies you may be told about love and devotion, possession and fire....know that they are just that. Lies.

I can live with that. I am a survivor, always have been. Shield the heart and strengthen the outside. It works, quite well. We'll see where this path leads me.