Fighting Slave of Gor

29 WE MOVE SOUTH; THE TALE TOLD BY A STRAND OF HAIR; I DECIDE TO PREPARE THE LADY FLORENCE FOR SLAVERY

"It is madness!" she said. "You cannot seriously intend to take me with you!"

I looked at her. She trembled.

"It would be a difficult and delicate matter to hold me for ransom," she said.

"That is doubtless true," I admitted.

"Abandon, then, the idea," she said.

"I have never held it," I said.

"I do not understand then," she said.

"I seek an Earth girl," I said, "one called Beverly Henderson, who was brought with me, as a slave, to this world. She is owned, I believe, by Oneander of Ar."

"She may have had many owners by now," said the Lady Florence.

This was true. Slave girls often change hands.

"I must seek her out," I said.

"To put her at your feet?" asked the Lady Florence.

"Of course not," I said. "It is my intention to free her from the collar of bondage."

"But she is an Earth girl," said the Lady Florence. "Earth girls are natural slaves. They belong in the collar."

"No," I said. "No!"

"It is common knowledge," she said.

"Do you wish to be whipped?" I asked.

"No, Jason," she said.

I thrust her toward the door of the barn, and, in moments, we were crossing the meadows, beyond the ruins of several buildings, the sun on our left.

"You are not going toward Vonda," she said. "You are going south."

"I know," I said. I scanned the skies. I pushed her again ahead of me.

"These are times of war," she said. "You may be moving toward the camps of Ar."

"That is possible," I said.

"But I am of Vonda," she said.

"Yes," I said.

"Surely you know what fate could befall me if I fell into the hands of soldiers of Ar," she said.

"Yes," I said.

Suddenly she stopped, and wheeled to face me. She pulled at her bound wrists. "Why are you taking me from my estates, Jason?" she asked. "How do I figure in your plans?"

"Have you not guessed?" I asked.

"Why are we going south?" she asked. "What are you seeking?"

"Do you remember she who was once the Lady Melpomene?" I asked.

"Of course," she said, "the shameless slut!"

"I did not think her more or less responsive than you," I said.

The Lady Florence reddened. "I sold her as a slave," she said.

"To whom?" I asked.

"Tenalion of Ar," she said.

"His camp," I said, "given the times which were required to reach your house, and return to the camp, is not more than two days trek from here."

She looked at me, aghast. "Do not joke, please, Jason," she said.

"Slavers," I said, "follow the paths, and projected paths, of armies. Given the times I do not think it a coincidence that Tenalion of Ar was recently in the vicinity of Vonda. Too, being a slaver, I think it not unlikely that he may have dealings with various parties. To his camp, I suspect, come not only the captures of brigands, and the stripped females from the outskirts of the Salerian cities, taken by the raiding parties of Ar, but, too, even women taken by the warriors of Cos and of the cities of Saleria. Such a camp, in effect, is a truce ground, where men of various allegiances may in safety bring what prizes may have fallen to their ropes and chains."

"Tenalion knows me," she said. "Doubtless he would swiftly free me."

"He has doubtless, already in his mind," I said, "speculated on your slave potential."

"He knows me," she said.

"Do you think that will make a difference to him," I asked, "when, with the dispassionate objectivity of the slaver, he stands you upon his assessment platform and assesses your quality as slave meat?"

"Do not take me to Tenalion," she said. "I fear him."

"As well you might, female of Vonda," I said.

"It is all a joke you are playing on me," she laughed, suddenly.

"Yet you are bound, and have a strap on your throat," I said.

"You are keeping me for a time, as a hostage," she said, "that is all!"

"And then what?" I asked.

"And then you will release me," she said. "That is it." She laughed.

I turned her about and thrust her again before me, southward.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To the camp of Tenalion," I said.

"But for what reason, Jason," she begged, "for what possible reason?"

"He knows you," I said, "and he is familiar with various matters known in Vonda and within her vicinity. He will know, for example, that you have been much sought as a Free Companion by rich young swains of Vonda, but that you have held yourself too good for them, and have refused them all."

"Oh, Jason!" she cried.

I thrust her forward again. Now she was sobbing. "Hurry your pace," I told her.

She stumbled. I scanned the skies.

"Doubtless such young men," I said, "invited to a private sale, one suitably secret, will bid high against one another to have you. Tenalion will doubtless receive a fine price for you, even though you are untrained, and he, knowing this, will doubtless make me an excellent offer for you."

"You cannot sell me!" she wept. "I am not a slave!"

"Times are grim, Lady Florence," I told her. "Keep moving."

"I am not a slave," she said. "You are mad to think you can sell me!"

"We shall see," I said. "Keep moving."

Suddenly she turned and knelt, sobbing, in the grass before me. "I know you can sell me," she wept. "But do not, please!"

"Why not?" I asked.

"I am not a slave!" she sobbed.

"Goreans think that in every woman there is a slave," I said.

"Return me to Vonda," she said. "I will get you another woman, a true slave, whom you can sell. Let me go! Sell some other woman, one who is a true slave."

"Do you think you could find me another," I asked, "one to take your place?"

"Yes," she said. "Yes!"

"There was a girl of interest to me," I said, "apparently one of your own girls."

"Yes?" she said, eagerly.

"One whom you very kindly sent to content me in the darkness of the tunnels beneath your lands."

She turned white.

"She did not even have a name, as yet, as I recall," I said. "She was referred to, if I recall correctly, merely as the `new slave.'"

The girl trembled, and could not meet my eyes.

"She must have been a new slave, indeed," I said. "As I recall she had not yet even been branded or collared."

"Yes, Jason," whispered the girl.

"She was pleasant in my arms, in a servile, sluttish way," I said.

The Lady Florence looked up at me, angrily.

"She was a true slave, wouldn't you say?" I asked the girl.

"Yes," she said, angrily, "she was a true slave."

"Do you think you could get her for me?" I asked.

"No," she said, "no."

"Why not?" I asked.

"I told you," she said, "I told you in my room, before, I sold her! I sold her!"

"But you did not tell the truth," I said.

She looked at me, warily. "How could you know that?" she asked.

"Such news travels swiftly in the stables," I said. "If you had sold a slave, I would have heard of it."

"I see," she said.

"Why did you lie?" I asked.

"I-I was jealous of her," she said. "I wanted you to think she was no longer on the estates."

"But she was still upon the estates, wasn't she?" I asked

"Yes," she said.

"What became of her?" I asked.

"Doubtless she was captured by the brigands, when they raided my estates," she said.

"I do not think so," I said. "I saw various slaves, indeed, house slaves and stable sluts, fastened at the saddle rings of the brigands, but I knew them all. No girl there was unknown to me. Thus none of them could have been the new slave."

"I do not know what became of her," said the Lady Florence, looking away, trembling.

"But you are certain, are you not," I asked, "that she was a true slave?"

"Oh, yes," said the Lady, Florence. "That slut was a true slave."

"She belonged in the collar, wouldn't you say?" I asked.

"Yes, Jason," said the Lady Florence.

"I wonder if I shall ever see her again," I mused.

"You would not know it, if you did, would you," asked the Lady Florence, "since, by my will, she served you only in the total darkness."

"I might know," I told her.

"Oh?" she said, warily.

"Her height and weight, and the feel of her body," I said, "were not unlike yours."

She shrugged, angrily.

"Her thigh, too," I said, "was as smooth as yours, and her throat, like yours, was innocent of the obdurate circlet of bondage. Surely such omissions are unusual in the case of female slaves."

"I simply had not yet had her collared and branded," she said. "She was, after all, a new slave."

"But are not such things among the first things which are done to a female slave?" I asked.

"Sometimes," shrugged Lady Florence.

"Her voice, too, was not unlike yours," I said.

"What are you suggesting!" demanded the Lady Florence, angrily.

"Her hair, however," I said, "was it the same as yours?"

"No," she said, "no! Her hair was blond, quite blond." The Lady Florence straightened up then, and smiled.

"Your hair, then," I said, "is quite different."

"Yes," she said.

I walked slowly behind the Lady Florence. She knelt straight. "Your own hair," I said, "is a rich auburn."

"Yes," she said.

"Such hair," I said, "is very unusual."

"I am fond of my hair," she said.

"You might well be," I said. "Such hair would be the envy of many slave girls."

"You need not speak of it that way," she said.

"Did you know that auburn hair is highly prized in the slave markets?" I asked.

"I have heard that," she said. "Oh!" she said. I had jerked a strand of hair from her head.

I walked about, before her, and held before her a strand of hair. "Why did you do that?" she asked.

"Is this your hair?" I asked.

"Of course," she said. "Why did you take it from me?" she asked.

"To identify you by it later," I said.

"I do not understand," she said.

"Why did you lie to me?" I asked.

"About what?" she asked.

"About the hair color of the new slave," I said.

"I did not lie," she said.

"Does this appear blond to you?" I asked. I showed her the strand of auburn hair, which she had just identified as her own.

"No," she said, "of course not."

"This is yours, is it not?" I asked.

"Of course," she said.

"Interesting," I said.

"Why?" she asked.

"This hair, which you have identified as your own," I said, "I took a few days ago, in the darkness, from the head of the `new slave.'"

"No," she said, "you just took it from me, now!"

"No," I said, opening my left hand, "this is the strand of hair which I just took from you. The other I have carried for some days, concealed in my tunic. I removed it from my tunic when I was behind you." I held both strands in my right hand, before her. "Note," I said, "how both strands are identical."

She looked sick.

"Greetings, New Slave," I said.

"Greetings," she said, looking at me, frightened.

"Greetings, what?" I asked.

"Greetings- Master," she said.

I thrust her back to the grass. It was high about us.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked.

"You lied to me," I said.

"What are you going to do with me?" she begged.

"Rape you as a slave," I said.

"I only pretended to be a slave," she wept.

"That pretense will be abruptly terminated in the camp of Tenalion," I said, "when the iron is pressed into your thigh, when the collar is closed about your throat."

"Oh!" she said. "What are you doing, your hands!"

"I am preparing you for slavery," I said.

"Free me," she begged.

I placed my mouth over hers. I felt her lips, full and liquid and wet, beneath mine. "No," I told her.