A great joy surged through me. Here was the Messiah to deliver me from the slavery of my Earthbound existence to the paradise of Uru.
"I'm on my way!" I cried. I shut the door of my squalid room without a backward glance or a moment of regret.
Life was even more beautiful in Urula than I had dared hope. I had my own home and a man-servant. I ate the finest foods, drank choice liquors.
I learned the written language and read the great literature of Uru.
I met the charming, intelligent, nubile women of the society that had adopted me.
I also practiced the Sport of Uru, in which Jones was my teacher. I called him Joro now; that was his real name, and my name had become Boru.
As Boru I was something of a celebrity in my adopted world. When I went to the great gamesward, for the Sport, they cheered and often crowded around to press gifts on me.
Oh, I was well regarded. I had been assimilated. I, Boru. Boru the Fighting Man.