Chapter 41: The Dog
The next day was much like the day before. There was cooking, cleaning, serving, washing, and chores to be done. The other maids were still scared of me and the men still gave me a wide birth.
When we came in to set up for lunch, Capricorn was sitting in his throne as usual. One of the men barged in with a dog in tow. It was a beautiful German Shepard. Its coat was the classic black and kaki and it was very lean. The dog had a muzzle on. I suspected that it was to keep it from barking hysterically and biting anyone. This smile crept over Capricorn's face when he saw the dog.
"So that farmer finally wised up. No farmer deserves such a beautiful dog. Beauty should be in hands of those who can appreciate it, not wasted on the simple minded." He said as he rose from his throne and walked up to the dog. He glanced over at me when he said that last part to tell me that the words were not for the dog, but for me. When he came closer, the dog's tail dropped and tried to back away. He grabbed the leash from the man and began to walk towards me. The dog reluctantly followed. When he finally reached me he put the leash into my hand.
He leaned close and whispered "Don't you think?" in my ear. I simply glared at him in return.
"Take the dog to the cage." He instructed as he walked back to his chair. I hurriedly walked out with the dog and went behind a row of small buildings. I pulled the muzzle off the dog very slowly. It did not bite me, but sniffed my hand instead. Once it decided that I was not going to hurt it, it shoved its head into my hand. Its fur was as soft as the petal of a flower and seemed as light as air.'
"You don't belong here." I said as I scratched the dog's ears.
"Then again, neither do I." I said as I replaced the muzzle. The dog was much calmer now and kept up with me as we walked over to the dog cage. When we got there the guard ripped the leash from my hands, tore off the muzzle, and shoved the dog into the cage with all of the others. The other dogs stared at it. When it tried to come closer it was met with a chorus of growls. The dog's tail and head drooped and it looked over to me as if to ask 'why?' I hurriedly walked out to tend to my other duties. I could not get that dog out of my head the whole day, not even during my torture session after dinner. I could feel those sad eyes staring at me, asking me 'why?'
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