Chapter Fifty Three

"Yes, Master. I am yours until death. I will only serve you, my Master. I am your slave."

Elenw had a tear in one eye, and it slowly rolled down her cheek as she said the last phrase, completing the ceremony.

Ahhhh, my Mistress! How you taunt me! There can only be one, and you were the first. I relinquished all power to you, my love. I cannot be what you ask.

"You have to do what I command, do you not?"

You know I do, my Mistress.

"Then I command you to take what is rightfully yours. I may not have formally recognized you as my master; but if you look into my mind, you'll see the truth of what I say. You are, and always will be, my Master."

Damien thought about what she said, and then did as she asked. He carefully slipped into her mind and looked into her deepest feelings. There he saw what she was talking about. It was true; she had considered him her master. So, his ceremony wouldn't have changed that. He slipped back out of her mind and looked at her, lying at his feet waiting. Th