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ly closed it about my neck. Syrin gazed down at me, pressing into
my eyes with his. The lock caught, and as a slave I had no more name.
He laid me carefully on some cushions on my stomach, and covered
me with a blanket. After taking the precaution of leashing my collar
to a ring on the wall he slept, leaving me hogtied through the long
day. After testing my bonds, I slept as well.
Syrin fitted me to a bit and bridle when evening fell, a silver
one fashioned with no beginning and no end. Such a crafted thing was
proof against a unicorn, I couldn't remove it even had I my hands
free. The Slavers Guild knew how to hold unicorns. The gang of
dragons smuggled me out that night in one of their caravans, piled
under blankets in Syrin's wagon and well-muffled so I could make no
I spent the evening and the next day of travel either sitting up
or lying down in Syrin's wagon. He had bound me with a locked leather
belt around my waist to which my wrists were manacled so I would be
comfortable on the journey, but hobbled my hooves together with very
little chain so I couldn't run even if I managed to remove the collar
which was chained to the side of the wagon. I was still wearing the
bit and bridle, and the only way to remove that was to have someone
remove it f
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