Then she gasped. Just over Corporal Wardlaw’s shoulder there was an Indian dressed in buckskins. “There is a...”“My companion,” the Corporal...said. “John Hamm is my translator and friend.”“I am pleased to meet you, Corporal. Mr. Hamm. I am Miss Miranda Lewis. Again, thank you for your intervention. It would be a shame to have bloodied his uniform before he had blooded his weapon.” I know the Indian saw me slip the knife back into her boot sheath and the hint of a smile crossed his face. Miranda. Right in front of her is the face of a man she recognizes. His dark, angry eyes feel familiar somehow. His sharp nose and strong jaw covered in stubble seem to remind her of something. This is all answered momentarily."Hello girlie," the man says, "I'm your new master. Just call me Stallion, since all of the other slave girls do. You're probably wondering why I look familiar. I have been stalking you around your hangouts for a while and you have seen me at least a few times. I wanted you to.. Tony's been up for hours and hours now!"I was still trying to get my jaw off the floor when Tony came on. "Hey Tom, how are they hanging?" Pretty good, I guess. Say, Tony, would you mind if I came by this morning? I don't know what we've got going this afternoon, but I'd like to stop in and say hello." Sure, Sue Ellen was about to fix some breakfast. If you drive real fast, you might get some," Tony chuckled at that."You know me, Tony. Ol' safe and steady Tom. I'll be over in a few."I showered,. The magic animating the statue vanished. It dwindled down into a little statuette the size of my hand.“What’s going on, Master?” Zanyia asked.“Probably her father,” I groaned. “She can’t let him know she’s using her powers, or he’ll wonder which proxy she’s inhabiting. She has a bedmaid with her to wake her up in case someone comes to her chambers. This happens every now and then.”“But she’s fine?” Zanyia’s eyes were large saucers.“She’s fine,” I grinned at her. “Her father would never hurt.