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Day after day he waited for her in the garden and she did not return. He did not understand why she was ignoring him. He thought of trying to pass her a note but he did not trust any of the other slaves. He tried to think of some reason he could enter the house but he was the gardener. He stayed outside the hall day and night after his duties were completed, hoping to catch a glimpse of her and find out why she had not returned to him.

Every day he grew sadder and more despondent. He became lax in his duties, he knew, but all he could think about was Avalon. Every time he turned around, he hoped to see her. Every time he breathed, he hoped to smell her scent. Every time he looked into the sky, he saw her eyes. He could not help the way he felt about her.

He did not think it was wrong. She was only a half sister. That was not a large enough obstacle to keep Gregor from what he wanted. So he continued to moon and pine for her, wondering why she was ignoring him.

On the last Monday of every month, the Overseer went about at the crack of dawn and gathered the slaves that were going to market. It was called going to market as they were not seen again in most cases. They were not going shopping. The slaves that were old, infirm, disabled, ill or unneeded were taken off to market to be sold. Sometimes, as in Druesha's case, they are just being taken to another of the Lord's holdings. But every one knew if the Overseer came for you, you would not be returning to the Hill. Therefore, Gregor was rightfully dismayed when the Overseer came for him the last Monday of that month. Gregor was kicked rudely awake and told to gather his personal belongings and report to the Overseer in one hour.

Gregor was in despair. He knew he was being sent from the Hill and from Avalon but he did not understand why. He wanted to scream and cry. Avalon would never know what had happened to him. He would never know what had happened to Avalon. It was then, as he was packing his meager belongings, that he realized that it was because of him and Avalon he was being sent away. She must have told someone which is why she stopped coming to see him.

Being the romantic he was, it did not cross his mind that Avalon elected to stop their meetings. He felt she was forced to stop them. He growled in fury as he stomped around his dwelling. This was unfair. Avalon was his!

He was still steaming angry and seething when the Overseer came back, pounding on his door and saying it was time to go. Gregor thought of punching the man, refusing to cooperate but all that would gain him was a beating. Instead he threw open the door and glared into the face of the startled man.

"Who?" Gregor demanded, "Who told you to take me?"

The Overseer was so stunned he opened his mouth to speak before he realized he probably should not have, "Lady Fallon Hartshorn."

Avalon's mother, of course. Avalon had undoubtedly told her what had occurred and so Gregor was being sent away. He wanted to kick and scream but that would just cause a scene. Instead he demanded of the Overseer "Where am I being sent?"

The Overseer, finally remembering his place, paused and rubbed his chin. "Can't rightly say. Not that it is any of your business, slave. But you'll be traveling on from the market."

At least he wasn't being sold, that was one small blessing. But he was being sent from the Hill and Avalon, both of which he would probably never see again. Tears filled his eyes at the thought of being separated from his beloved but he had no choice. He was a slave after all.

The wagon they used to transport slaves was barred. There really was no reason for this because Gregor could not tell you the last time a slave had tried to escape. There was no place to run. The entire country was filled with slaves and slave owners. You were one or the other. And Gregor would always be a slave. And Avalon would always be an owner.

His head hung low as he climbed into the back of the wagon, clutching the bag that contained his few possessions.

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