my toes were curling in the warm sand, she told me shanda was her name.
I looked at her, and I smiled at her grace, kneeling formally to all there,
sweet soft and humble, yet strong was her face, she answered all with
warmth and with care.
Se told me she was a kajira of Gor, she told me all that I then knew not,
explained me her life, and all I asked for, patient with me who was
doubtfull a lot.
Her strength was so great, it shone like the sun, and yet she chose to
surrender it all,
to bow to her Master, Avvin is the One, she serves him well at his beck and
call.
I wondered then at how that could be, give up all I'd fought hard to gain,
to give up your will and yet still feel free, proud strong and humble, all
and the same.
She told me that loosing your will was not right, Masters look for sparkle
and strength,
she bended that will to a good Master's might, and shows respect to others
at length.
She told me to be a kajira is hard, only the strong can hope to succeed,
she told me her road, and where it did start, and of the bliss to where it
can lead.
Still I fear to follow her lead, for as I saw her I know that I still
have a long road to go and take heed, 'ere I'll be able to bend so my will.
She smiled at me, and gave me advice, said she tought that yet I could
cope,
she opened her soul in that talk at sun's rise, and with that gave to this
fool new hope.
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