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by Beasts Of Gor(Lit)


  "I do not know," she said..

  She tugged on the rawhide leash I wore. Then she reached up and removed it from my neck, and coiled it, and replaced it on the ring on her belt.

  "The sun is beautiful in your auburn hair," I said.

  "Oh?" she asked.

  "Yes," I said. "Did you know that girls with auburn hair often bring higher prices on the slave block?" I asked.

  "No," she said, "I did not." Then she said to guardsmen who stood about. "Take him to the whipping frame. Secure him there and beat him well. Use the snake. Then pen him and chain him. Tomorrow put him to work on the wall."

  "The red hunters depend on the tabuk," I told her. "Without it they will starve."

  "That is not my concern," she said.

  The men put their hands on my arms.

  "Oh," she said, "incidentally you may know of a ship of supplies which had been bound for the high north."

  "I know of such a ship," I said.

  "It has been sunk," she said. "Its crew doubtless will greet you tomorrow. They, too, labor on the wall."

  "How could you take the ship?" I asked.

  "There are five tarnsmen here," she said, "though now they are on patrol. They fired the ship from the air. Its crew, abandoning the ship, were apprehended later. The ship, burned to the waterline, was steered onto the rocks and fell awash. In the rising of the tide it was freed and sank. Sharks now frequent its hold."

  I looked at her.

  "We are thorough," she said.

  "The red hunters will starve," I told her.

  "That is not my concern," she said.

  "Why are you holding the tabuk?" I asked. "What have you to gain?"

  "I do not know," she said. "I am merely discharging my orders."

  "The red hunters," I said.

  "They are not my concern," she said. Then she said, "Take him away."

  Two men seized me and conducted me from her presence. I was confident that I saw the point of stopping the tabuk. Its role in the plans of Kurii seemed clear to me. I was puzzled that the girl did not see its import.

  She knew no more, it seemed, than she needed to know.

  10

  What Occurred In The Vicinity Of The Wall

  "Is he still alive?" asked a man.

  I lay chained in the slave pen.

  "Yes," said the red hunter.

  "He is strong," said another man.

  I wanted the woman in my power who had had me beaten. I struggled to a sitting position.

  "Rest now," said Ram. "It is nearly dawn."

  `They have you, too," I said. I had left him in Lydius, in the paga tavern.

  He grinned wryly. "Late that night," said he, "in the alcove they surprised me with Tina. At sword point I was hooded and chained."

  "How was the girl?' I asked.

  "In a quarter of an Ahn," he said, "I had her screaming herself mine." He licked his lips. "What a slave she is!" he marveled.

  "I thought she would be," I said. "Where is she?" I asked.

  "Is she not here?" he asked.

  "No," I said.

  "Where have they taken her?" he asked.

  "I do not know," I said.

  "I want her back," he said.

  "She is only a slave," I said.

  "I want to own her again," he said.

  "Do you think she is your ideal slave?" I asked.

  "Perhaps," he said, "I do not know. But I will not be content until she is again at my feet."

  "But did you not make her serve you paga publicly in her own city, and as a slave girl?"

  "Of course," he said. "And then I took her by the hair to the alcove."

  "Is that the way you treat your ideal slave?" I asked.

  "Of course," he said.

  "Excellent," I said. I saw that Ram was a true master. The girl's helplessness was doubtless in part a response to his strength. Slave girls are seldom in doubt as to which men are their masters and which are not.

  "What is your name?" I asked the red hunter. "Forgive me," I said.

  Red hunters are often reluctant to speak their own name. What if the name should go away? What if it, in escaping their lips, should not return to them?

  "One whom some hunters in the north call Imnak may share your chain," he said.

  He seemed thoughtful. Then he seemed content. His name had not left him.

  "You are Imnak," I said.

  "Yes," he said.

  "I am Tarl," I said.

  "Greetings, Tarl," he said.

  "Greetings, Imnak," I said.

  "I have seen you before," said a man.

  "I know you," I said. "You are Sarpedon, who owns a tavern in Lydius.

  "I sold the little slave whom you knew," he said.

  "I know," I said. "She is now collared in my house."

  "A superb wench," he said. "I often used her for my pleasure."

  "Your tavern, now," I said, "seems to be managed by one called Sarpelius."

  "I know," he said. "I would that I could get my hands on the rogue's throat."

  "How came you here?" I asked.

  "I was voyaging upstream on the Laurius," he said, "to see if panther girls had caught any new slave girls, whom I might purchase from them for arrow points and candy, for use in the tavern as paga sluts. But unfortunately it was I, taken by five tarnsmen on the river, who found myself chained. It was part of a plan, of course. My assistant, Sarpelius, was in league with them."

  "Your tavern is being used to recruit workers for the wall." said Ram.

  Several men grunted angrily.

  "Put Sarpelius in my grasp," said Sarpedon, "and I will see you receive rich satisfaction for your inconvenience."

  "Admiral," said a man.

  "I know you," I said. "You are Tasdron, a captain in the fee of Samos."

  "The ship was fired, and then sunk," said he, "the supply ship, that bound for the north."

  "I know," I said.

  "I am a failed captain," said he.

  "It is difficult to defend against tarn attack, the sheets of burning oil to the sails."

  "They came again and again," he said.

  "You were not a ram ship," I said, "not craft set for war."

  "Who would have thought there would be tarnsmen north of Torvaldsland," said Ram.

  "It is possible in the spring and summer," said Sarpedon.

  "You saved your men," I said. "You did well."

  "What ship is this?" asked Imnak.

  "I had a ship sent north," said I, "with food for the men of the polar basin, when I heard the herd of Tancred had not yet trod the snows of Ax Glacier."

  Imnak smiled. "How many skins would you have demanded in payment for this provender?" asked he.

  "I had not thought to make a profit," I said. Imnak's face darkened.

  The people of the north are proud. I had not meant to demean him or his people.

  "It is a gift," I said. He would understand the exchange of gifts.

  "Ah," he said. Gifts may be exchanged among friends. Gifts are important in the culture of the men of the polar basin. There need be little occasion for their exchange Sometimes, of course, when a hunter does not have food for his family another hunter will invite him to his house, or will pay a visit, bearing meat, that they may share a feast. This pleasantry, of course, is returned when the opportunity presents itself. Even trading in the north sometimes takes on the aspect, interestingly, of the exchange of gifts, as though commerce, obvious and raw, might somehow seem to offend the sensibility of the proud hunters. He who dares to pursue the twisting, sinuous dangerous sea sleen in the arctic waters, fended from the teeth and sea by only a narrow vessel of tabuk skin and his simple weapons and skill, does not care to be confused with a tradesman.

  "I know you are wise and I am stupid," said Imnak, "for I am only a lowly fellow of the polar basin, but my peoples, in the gathering of the summer, in the great hunts, when the herd comes, number in the hundreds."

  "Oh," I said. I had not realized
there were so many. One ship would have done little to alleviate the distress, the danger of starvation, even had it managed to slip through the air blockade of the Kurii's tarnsmen.

  "Too," said Imnak, "my people are inland, waiting for the herd to come to the tundra grazing. It gives me pleasure to know that you understood this, and knew where to find them, and had considered well how to transport the gifts to them. so many sleeps across the tundra."

  "There was only one ship," I said. "And I had not realized the difficulty of getting the supplies to where they would be most needed."

  "Do my ears deceive me?" asked Imnak. "I cannot believe what I am hearing. Did I hear a white man say be had made a mistake?"

  "I made a mistake," I said. "One who is wise in the south may be a fool in the north."

  This admission took Imnak aback for a moment.

  "You are wiser than I," I added, for good measure.

  "No," he said, "you are wiser than I."

  "Perhaps I am wiser in the south," I said, "but you are wiser in the north."

  "Perhaps," he said.

  "And you are a great hunter," I said.

  He grinned. "I have done a little hunting," he said.

  "Rouse up! Rouse up!" called a guard, beating on the wooden bars of the pen with his spear. "It is time for your gruel, and thence to your labors."

  Two guards were then amongst us, prodding men awake and up.

  "Release this man from the chain," said Ram, indicating me. "Yesterday he was beaten with the snake."

  It was not unusual that men died under the lash of the snake, that heavy coil laced with wire and flecks of iron.

  "It is ordered," said the guardsman, "that he labors today."

  Ram looked at me, startled. I was already on my feet. My lovely captor, I recalled, had said that I would labor today. I was to well understand whose prisoner I was. "I am hungry," I said.

  The guard backed away from me. He went to check the ankle chains of the others.

  We were soon shuffled from the pen. In making our way to the cook shack we passed the large, wooden dais on which the whipping frame had been erected. It was some twelve feet square, and some four feet in height, its surface reached by steps. The whipping frame itself, vertical, consisted of two heavy uprights, some six inches square and eight feet high, and a crossbeam, some six inches square and some seven feet in length. Each upright was supported by two braces, each also six inches square. A heavy ring was bolted on the underside of the high crossbeam; it was from this ring that a prisoner, bound by the wrists, might be suspended. A matching ring was bolted in the beams of the dais, under the upper ring. It was to the lower ring that the prisoner's feet, some six inches above the wood, crossed and tied, might be bound. This prevents undue swinging under the lash.

  We were knelt outside the cook shack. We were given wooden bowls. We were served gruel, mixed with thick chunks of boiled tabuk, by the blond, she who had once been Barbara Benson, now Thimble, and the dark-haired girl, who had once been the rich girl, Audrey Brewster, now the slave girl, Thistle. Thimble had been made first girl. She made Thistle carry the metal bucket of gruel while she, with a ladle, filled the bowls. Neither girl any longer wore the strings on her throat, identifying them as a hunter's beasts, nor her brief furs nor the fur wrappings on their feet. Both had been placed in belted woolen camisks, an open-sided garment sometimes worn by female slaves. Though it was chilly both were barefoot.

  Blond Thimble cried out, seized by one of the men in the chain. She struck at him with the ladle. She was thrown to the ground beneath him. Instantly guards were on the fellow, striking him with spear butts and pulling him from the girl. They struck him cruelly. "She is for the guards," they told him.

  Terrified, Thimble, her camisk half torn away, stumbled back, away from the chain.

  "Fill their bowls again," said the head guard. `They have much work to do today."

  Thimble and Thistle began again at the far end of the line to my right. They swayed back, frightened, as far as they could from the line, in their serving.

  They knew the terror of slave girls, among men hungry for women.

  There were some forty men in my chain. Along the some seventy pasangs of the wall there were several such chains, with their own pens and facilities. Somewhere between three and four hundred men, with their guards, labored at one place or another along the wall. I do not think it was a mistake that I was in one of the more central chins. My lovely captor, doubtless, had so decreed it. She was quite proud of my capture, which she regarded as a function of her own merits. She wanted me in a position of maximum security, nearer the wall's center, closer to her headquarters. Too, I think she relished the pleasure of seeing me in her chains.

  We were marched past the high platform overlooking the wall.

  She was on the platform, with two guards.

  "She is up early this morning," said one of the men.

  Near the platform there were piled some logs and heavy stones, carried there by other laborers the preceding afternoon. Tools, also, wrapped in hide, were there.

  "Lift these logs," said a guard. "Carry these stones."

  I, with Ram and Imnak, and Tasdron, who had been the captain in the fee of Samos, he whose ship had been lost to the tarnsmen, shouldered one of the logs.

  My lovely captor looked down on us. Her face was flushed with pleasure.

  "She wears a man's furs," said Ininak.

  That was true, at least from the point of view of a red hunter. Women of the red hunters are furred differently from the hunters. Their boots, soft, of sleenskin, are high, and reach the crotch, instead of the knee. Instead of trousers of fur they wear brief panties of fur. When they cover their breasts it is commonly with a shirt of beaded lartskin. In cold weather they, like the men, wear one or more hooded parkas of tabuk hide. Tabuk hide is the warmest pelt in the arctic. Each of the hairs of the nothern tabuk, interestingly, is hollow. This trapped air, contained in each of the hollow hairs, gives the fur excellent insulating properties. Air, incidentally, is extremely important, generally, in the effectiveness of the clothing of the red hunters. First, the garments, being of hide, are windproof, as most other garments are not. Cold air, thus, cannot penetrate the garment. The warming factor of the garment is a function of air trapped against the skin. This air, inside the garment, is warmed by the body, of course, The garment, because of the hood, and the weight of the garment on the shoulders, tends to trap this warm air inside. It does not escape from the bottom because warm air, being less dense than cold air, tends to rise. The major danger of these garments, interestingly, is the danger of the wearer becoming overheated. Perspiration in the arctic winter, which can freeze on the body, and soak the clothing, which can then become like ice, brittle and useless, is a peril to be avoided if at all possible. Yet the garment's design permits this danger to be nullified. When the hunter becomes overheated he pulls down the neck of the parka. This permits the warm air to escape and its place is taken by fresh, cold air from the bottom. He thus, by closing or opening the throat of the garment, regulates its effectiveness according to his needs. The warmth of most normal clothing, incidentally, is a function of layers of cloth, not of trapped, warmed air. These many layers of clothing are, of course, heavy, cumbersome and difficult to work in. Also, of course, since this sort of clothing is not normally windproof cold air penetrates the garment and, meeting the warm air of the body, tends to precipitate moisture. The garments thus become wet and more heavy, and more dangerous, at low temperatures. Also, there is no simply way of avoiding this danger. One may, of course, remove layers of clothing, but this, in arctic temperatures, can be dangerous in itself. Also, when one wishes to replace the clothing, it may be, by then, frozen. At arctic temperatures moisture in a garment can turn to ice in a matter of seconds. The armholes in a parka, incidentally, are cut large enough to allow a man to pull his arms and hands inside and warm them, if he wishes, against the body. The clothing of the arctic hunter seems ideally suited to his
needs in the north. It is warm, light in weight and permits great freedom of movement.

  "Work well, Tarl Cabot," cailed my lovely captor from the height of the platform.

  "Move," said a guardsman.

  We strode forth, moving in unison, on the left foot. Our right ankles, chained in coffle, followed.

  The log was heavy.

 

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