Coming full circle, it can hurt.

It has been several hands since I have been able to come up with a plan to get into the prison to see my owner. Oh.. I suppose I should catch you up on that. My owner is in prision in Ar. He, after a long trial is going to the salt mines. I have heard of a plot to help him escape but I am not privy to the plans of men. he was tried for killing two men of his Caste, in his city to help a known criminal escape. In his absence, I have been slipping into the prison to sneek small and sweet visits with him to keep him posted on his properties and investments and to give him the small comforts of his slave. He gets angry but does not contest my loyalty. He was not even too angry when I showed up in the guise of a freewoman and slipped into the prison gates portraying a physcian. He understands I suppose. At least I hope he does. On a recent visit to the falls park, usually a once daily vigil I saw him again. The Ost. I have heard one or two people mention his name and I have read it on the collars of Jalynne and Koura. His name is Jacopo. He is the one man that could take me away from my Master, all the struggles, the sneeking around, all of it. He is my one true obsession. I would follow him to the ends of Gor if I had to. He trumps everything and everyone. I cant explain why, he just does. Something eminates from his skin, his eyes, his lips. I wish I had words for it. I wish I could figure out why this one man obliterates all things with just a look, but I cant. He left Ar for two envar almost and I was sure he, like the Pasha and his lady would be gone for good. You can say I was suprised beyond anything to come across the clearing, kneel by my trusted fire ring and hear the soft tick tick tick of his presence. The tick of his ring on his walking stick. I froze, and when I finally thawed and sought him out my body folded to the grass, forced by the sudden weight of emotions I thought I would not feel again. I crawled low down and dirty to his feet and he placed his sandal on my hand. He asked why I was so emotional. I told him only half the truth, I missed him, heI couldnt help but let the tears flow as I realized the object of all things had returned to me. Well to Ar.. but I wished secretly it was for me. Last I had seen him he was beyond disapointed in me. He took my ribbons, and my name and left. I will strive beyond measure to prove my worth to him again. Yesterday I went to the park to seek his feet and he gave me the hem of his robe to hold.. perhaps he does not hate me as much as I imagined.. I will seek him again today.. see if I might hold his robes again.. maybe