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Before he had joined Astrinax and the Lady Bina by the wagon box, he in whose care I was, Desmond of Harfax, had passed me. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #47)

How tragic then that so frequently she dares not confess her love for her master, but must conceal it, to her misery, in the depths of her heart. We long for our love master; might he not then, in some sense, long for his love slave? To be sure, he must not then be weak with us! Let him treat us as more of a slave than ever. It is what we want to be, his slave, for we are females. Before he had joined Astrinax and the Lady Bina by the wagon box, he in whose care I was, Desmond of Harfax, had passed me. "Tal, Master," I had said to him, my head down, not looking up from my work. "Tal, kajira," had he said to me, not pausing. He had not ignored me, so hurting me, as he had when I was under the sentence of the mute slave, but, too, he had given me no more attention than he would have given Jane, or Eve. - (Conspirators of Gor)