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 SLAVE LIME PART 2

I had said goodbye to the light from returning from fishing on the river, even though there wasn't a single fish in sight, but I was happy. I had spent a few quiet moments with that red-haired slave. We said goodbye at the port and I boarded, while she cried,

returned to the tavern, which wasn't far from the dock where my ship was moored.

Lime entered the tavern weeping. When her mistress saw her, she was worried and asked the little slave why she was crying. She cried, and she said to him:

"I have fallen in love with Sir Darian the Magistrate, and now he is leaving. I wish he would buy me so I could live with him, serve him, and love him."

Her mistress was moved by so much love that had blossomed in such a short time and rushed to the port, calling loudly for the sailors to summon the Magistrate to confer with him. The sailors notified the captain, who notified me. I was already in my cabin writing the logbook. I went out on deck, somewhat annoyed by that call. I was sure I'd paid all my bills at the tavern. I leaned over the rail and said:

"What's so important that you bother me while I'm working?"

She, a little embarrassed and servile, said to me:

"Sire, the little slave Lime is in tears in the tavern and would love to come with you, and I don't feel like keeping her prisoner like that."

I listened to those words with suspicion. It wasn't usual for a tavern keeper to bother a magistrate for a slave, but that little red-haired Lume had intrigued me, and let's face it, I also liked her elegant and kind ways. I thought about it for a moment and asked:

"What do you propose to do, good woman, with the slave? I'm returning to my Oasis, life there isn't that of a city."

She, increasingly servile and He looked at me askance and said:

"Sire, I offer you a deal. I can give you little Lime at a special price, so you can take her away with you. Let's say two silver piastres is a fair price to compensate me for the loss I'll suffer from her absence."

I thought about it for a moment; after all, I would have spent two piastres on any slave, and besides, I liked that little slave with her red hair and firm, high breasts. I called a guard from the deck and said:

"Take this woman to the tavern and wait for the slave to gather all her things and take her to the ship."

I gave the two silver piastres to the tavern keeper, telling her to give him all the clothing and belongings she had, and returned to my work, awaiting the outcome of the situation.

I ordered the commander to place the slave with the other women and have her work in the kitchen. Then, perhaps, I'd think about how to use her. A new slave is always a challenge for me, even though that girl in the tavern, besides serving at the table, certainly also served in bed.

We set out late in the morning, when the north wind rose, the sky was clear, and the sun beat down directly on the heads of the sailors intent on rigging the sails. When all the work was finished and the crew was heading for lunch, I emerged from the cabin, scanning the horizon. The coast of that village was getting smaller and more distant, and the first seagulls were fluttering happily and cawing above the ship's masts. I asked the captain of the slave Lime's guards where she was, and he said:

"Sire, we've placed her in a corner of the galley. She has a bed and is working."

"Good."

I answered thoughtfully. The reason for her crying in the tavern was intriguing me more and more, so I said to the captain:

"I don't think the galley is suitable for her. Clean her up, make her put on decent clothes, and take her to my cabin. I want to speak to her."

The captain obeyed, and after a few hours there was a knock on my door, and I was immersed in my work. I asked:

"Who is disturbing you at this hour?"

The captain said:

"Sire, I have brought you the slave."

I let her in and she fell on her knees, as all slaves do before a free man, without looking me in the eye. I looked at her more closely; she was washed and perfumed, and well dressed, and I said to her:

Little Lime, tell me your story, I'm curious to know you."

She said, Sire, starting from the beginning:

"I was born....continued"

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