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Further, if foresters, or independent huntsmen, were in the vicinity, my shelter would be as invisible to them as it had been at first to me. I was furious with the girl. Did she not know she was in a collar? Was she unaware she was marked? Would that I had had the senses of a Tiomines. So she had sported with me, humiliating me before Genserich and his men, even before slaves! So then I would sport with her, and she would not soon forget the sport, might I find her! Twice she had fled! Did she think such things might be done with impunity? Did she think the band about her neck, lovely as it was, was no more than a tree woman's decoration, a bauble to be put on and taken off? Did she not understand its nature? Did she not understand its meaning? It was a slave collar, and locked on her. Did she think the beauty mark on her thigh was only a beauty mark? It was a brand, as well, seared into her pretty skin, identifying her for all to see, as kajira. I would have given much for the services of Homines, now well on his way to Shipcamp. I had anticipated difficulty in picking up the foolish slave's trail, which might have begun anywhere, but, eventually, from stirred leaves, a dislodged stone, a broken twig, a bent branch, such things, I had expected to be able to do so. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter )