![]() "Marcus, Master, I have never thought to leave you. "How do I know you weren't trying to escape?" I asked shaking her again. I haven't heard the music of my religion in so long. I thought she was too frightened to speak but she finally said, "Master, I am so sorry. What do you have to say for yourself?" Tears were running down her face as she shook in front of me. You must never leave my side without permission. ![]() I held her by both arms and shook her saying, "Slave, do you know the trouble you could bring down on yourself going off on your own like that. My anger was cooling as I saw the terror in her eyes but I was still afraid of what I would do to her in my rage. Reaching our quarters I stripped her clothes off and stood her in front of me. I couldn't speak to her as I attached the short chain and rope to her collar and then dragged her home through the crowded streets of the Judean town. She was singing to the music in a temple of her religion. And now that my slave was in her home territory the prospect of her escaping was far more real. I could not protect her from my superiors. If she had and was then recaptured, her fate would be terrible. ![]() For an anxious few minutes I thought my slave had run from me. Relief, joy and then anger went searing through my mind and body.
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