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ck so as to speak directly into my ear, no matter how I turned it.
"Yes, Master," was all I could say. He turned me over to my
back, covered me, and let me sleep.
The next morning the dragons did not immediately break camp, but
instead set V'heress, the magus, to watch the slaves while they held a
combat practice. I sat up in the wagon to watch as Syrin drove them
harshly through their paces, and most of them threw angry stares in my
direction for bringing his anger onto them. He drilled them for an
hour and a half before leaving them to spar amongst themselves, coming
over to me. He went through the usual precautions a slaver would go
through when transporting; undoing the hobbles so I could walk,
attaching a heavy chain leash to my collar, and manacling my hands
behind my back. Syrin hoisted me into the air with one arm, setting
me down on my hooves, and walked me into the practice area.
He drove a long metal spike into the ground and chained my leash
to it, so I had about twenty feet of radius in which to walk. Then he
freed my arms.
"Stretch out and warm up, slave. Now we have some time to see
how good you
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