4th Saun, 716
She had in her hands the letter from Master which she needed before arriving here and a small, carefully wrapped package. As much as she knew that this was what was required of her, and as much as she understood that it should, therefore, be a pleasure to her as it illustrated her servitude, her willing acknowledgement of her place, Faith felt nerves boiling in her stomach. Because the two brands that she had been given when she got here had hurt, and she was in that unenviable position of knowing what was to come. She did not wish to embarrass Master when she got there, so she stopped outside and she breathed in and out a few times. Regulating her breathing in that manner meant that she calmed down and that stopped the trembling that she felt taking over her entire form. She cursed herself for that weakness; the fear that she felt was bad, but at least she could hide that. The trembling, though, was an outward sign of her failings as a slave. It was not her flesh, after all, she belonged to Master completely and so he could do with her what he wanted. She had no right to have any emotion about this, he could instruct the men in here to flay the skin from her and there would be nothing that she could do, nor would she. But still, she had to admit, she was afraid.
To try and focus her mind, she ran through her list of what she had done before she left Master's home this morning. She knew that, in light of this she might not be as effective as she should be for a trial or two afterwards, so she had prepared everything that she could in order to make sure that Master was not inconvenienced. She had prepared a rich beef stew and baked a chicken pie. Vegetables were cut and in salted water, ready to be cooked. After Jamal had branded her (and of course, he had done the one on her neck himself. She had come here for the one for the symbol of Rynmere) he had sat her in front of the fire for three trials straight. She did not think that Master would do that, the heat had been a torture the like of which was second only to the branding itself, but she wanted to ensure that she had as much ready as possible.
There was no point putting this off any longer. So, she stepped forward and walked up to the guard desk. The girl who walked in that trial wore her long black hair tied back and braided, so that after the brand it would not catch in the seared skin. She wore a sleeveless black dress and no make up. Her features were filling out, but currently she was as white as a sheet. When the guard looked up, looked her up and down and asked, in a bored voice "State yer business" Faith spoke, frustrated with herself to find that her voice was shaking. The trembling was back and there was no stopping it now, she knew.
"My Master has sent me here for branding. I have here the documents of ownership, my Master's letter and seal expressing his wishes and the brand itself which is to be used" she said, handing over the documents with hands which shook. The guard looked at it, nodded and motioned for her to stand over there, which she did.
"Wait there. You will be called" he said, and Faith nodded "Thank you, sir" she said, sounding not unlike a frightened child.