Hunters of Gor

by John Norman

  Both girls lifted their heads. Would I return them to the lower hold? Their eyes were terrified.

  "What is your name?" I asked the first girl.

  "Tana," she whispered.

  "What is your name?" I asked the second girl.

  "Ela," she said.

  "You have no names," I told them, "for you are slaves."

  They put down their heads.

  "Chain them again by the necks," I said to a seaman. It was done.

  "Unbind them," I said.

  The girls' bonds were removed.

  They looked up at me, kneeling, terrified. They were chained by the neck.

  I looked into their eyes.

  They looked up at me, piteous, the slaves.

  "In the morning," I said, "sell them in Lydius."

  They put down their heads, sobbing.

  3

  I Buy a Thief

  A girl bumped into me, black haired, briefly skirted in brown, bare armed, barefoot, tanned, a small, sensuous wench, free.

  We were jostling through crowds near the docks of Lydius.

  Rim was with me, and Thurnock.

  I looked after the girl, disappearing in the crowd. She had been free. She was safe from enslavement in her own city. She had perhaps grown up along the docks, and in the alleys behind the paga taverns.

  I had noticed something about her, the side of her head, beneath her hair, as she had slipped swiftly past, but, at the moment, I could not place it.

  Some free girls, without family, I knew, kept themselves, as best they could, in certain port cities.

  I glanced about myself, in the crowds, as we worked our way through them.

  I saw a blond giant from Torvaldsland, with braided hair, in shaggy jacket; a merchant from Tyros, hurrying, perfumed and sleek; seamen from Cos, and Port Kar, mortal enemies, yet passing one another without thought in the streets of Lydius; a black woman, veiled in yellow, borne in a palanquin by eight black warriors, perhaps from as far south as Anango or Ianda; two hunters, perhaps from Ar, cowled in the heads of forest panthers; a wood cutter from one of the villages north of Lydius, his sticks bound on his back; a peasant, from south of the Laurius, with a basket of suls; an intent, preoccupied scribe, lean and clad in the scribe's blue, with a scroll, perhaps come north for high fees to tutor the sons of rich men; a brown-clad, hearty fellow from Laura, some two hundred pasangs upriver; a slaver, with the medallion of Ar over his robes; two blond slave girls, clad in brief white, bells on their left ankles, walking together and laughing, speaking in the accents of Thentis; I saw even a warrior of the Tuchuks, from the distant, treeless plains of the south, though I did not know him; it was not by the epicanthic fold that I recognized him; it was by the courage scars, high on his angular cheekbones.

  I overheard an argument, between a seller of vegetables and two low-caste women, in simple robes of concealment.

  Elsewhere I heard a vendor of pastries crying his wares. From within a nearby paga tavern I heard the sounds of musicians.

  A physician, in his green robes, hurried past.

  And I could smell the sea, Thassa, and the intermingling of the Laurius, with its fresh water, feeding into gleaming Thassa. I could smell tharlarion, and fish.

  We had taken the Tesephone to mooring at a public dock. I wished to spend some days in Lydius, to lay in adequate supplies for the hunt.

  I knew I was some days behind Marlenus of Ar, who now, I supposed, might be in Laura, upriver.

  He sought Verna, for vengeance, because his honor had been challenged.

  I sought Talena, who had once been my free companion, now said to be slave of the outlaw girl, Verna.

  I recalled Telima, who, prior to my departure for the north, had returned to her beloved marshes. I was angry.

  I must seek Talena!

  Thurnock, at my command, had this morning sold the two panther girls, Tana and Ela, at the slave market. It is quite near the wharves in Lydius.

  I did not think it would be easy to find Talena, but I was confident that I could do so.

  A leather worker passed me.

  I did not, on nearing Lydius, fly the flag of Bosk, that bearing the head of a bosk, black, across a field of vertical green bars, the famous flag of Bosk, from the Marshes.

  I did not wish to be recognized. I, and Rim and Thurnock, wore the simple tunics of seamen.

  I would call myself Bosk, of Tabor. Tabor is an exchange island in Thassa, south of Teletus. It is named for the drum, which, rearing out of the sea, it resembles. My business was to go to Laura, and there bargain for a hold of sleen fur, which might be taken south for much profit. Some eight to ten bales of sleen fur, highly prized, is a plausible cargo for a light galley. That the Tesephone, a ram-ship, was engaging in commerce was unusual, but not particularly so, especially considering the cargo we were putatively interested in carrying. Most commercial voyages, needless to say, are carried out in deeper-keeled, broader-beamed ships, the famed round ships of Thassa.

  The representative of the Merchants, to whom I reported my business, and to whom I paid for wharfage, asked no questions. He did not even demand the proof of registration of the Tesephone in Tabor. The Merchants, who control Lydius, under Merchant Law, for it is a free port, like Helmutsport, and Schendi and Bazi, are more interested in having their port heavily trafficked than strictly policed. Indeed, at the wharves I had even seen two green ships. Green is the color common to pirates. I supposed, did they pay their wharfage and declare some sort of business, the captains of those ships were as little interrogated as I. The governance of Lydius, under the Merchants, incidentally, is identical to that of the exchange islands, or free islands, in Thassa. Three with which I was familiar from various voyages, were Tabor, Teletus and, to the north, offshore from Torvaldsland, Scagnar. Of these, to be honest, and to give the Merchants their due, I will admit that Tabor and Teletus are rather strictly controlled. It is said, however, by some of the Merchants there, that this manner of caution and restriction, has to some extent diminished their position in the spheres of trade. Be that as it may, Lydius, though not what you would call an open port, was indulgent, and permissive. Most ports and islands on Thassa, of course, are not managed by the Merchants, but, commonly, by magistrates appointed by the city councils. In Port Kar, my city, the utilization of the facilities of the port is regulated by a board of four magistrates, the Port Consortium, which reports directly to the Council of Captains, which, since the downfall of the warring Ubars, is sovereign in the city. I suppose the magistrate, who, with papers, met us at the dock, did not believe my story.

  He was smiling, when he wrote down my putative business. He had looked at my men. They did not appear to be merchant rowers. They looked much like what they were, men of Port Kar.

  We tied up next to a medium-class ram-ship of Tyros. Its heavy beams were painted yellow.

  The mate of the ship leaned over the rail. He wore a brimless, yellow cap, over one ear. "I hear you are of Tabor," he said.

  "Yes," said I.

  "We," he said, "are of Turia."

  I smiled. Turia is a city of the far south, below the equator. It lies in the lands of the Wagon Peoples. There is little water closer to it than a thousand pasangs. He might as well have used Tor, which is an oasis city in the deserts far below Ar, and to its east.

  He laughed.

  I lifted my hand to him, and turned about my business.

  Rim, Thurnock and I continued to make our ways through the crowds at the waterfront.

  We passed great piles of rough goods, which, later, would be loaded on barges, for transport upriver to Laura, tools, metals, woolens. We passed, too, through goods which had been brought downriver from Laura, and would pass through Lydius, bales of sleen fur, and bundles of panther hides and tabuk pelts. There would be better prices on sleen fur, of course, in Laura itself. Too, from Laura, much in evidence, were great barrels of salt, stacks of lumber, and sleds of stones, on wooden runners, from the quarries to her east. We also
saw cages filled with blond village girls, taken on raids to the north, they, too, in their cages brought on barges downriver from Laura. They would not be sold in Lydius, but, the cages emptied, would be taken by sea, chained in the holds of slave ships, to southern markets. We also passed a chain of male slaves, brought downriver from Laura, shaven-headed wretches, taken somewhere in the forests by fierce panther girls. They had probably been sold near Laura, or along the river.

  The two male slaves I had purchased from Sheera and her band, I had freed. I gave them clothing, and two silver tarsks apiece. They had wished to remain with me, in my service. I had permitted it.

  "What price did you obtain for the panther girls you sold?" I asked Thurnock.

  I had not been much interested in them. It only now occurred to me to inquire what they had gained me.

  "Four pieces of gold," said Thurnock.

  "Excellent," I said. That was a high price for a raw girl in the north. They, of course, had been beauties. They had been panther women. In the hold of the Tesephone, they had learned that they were female. Tana and Ela, I expected, would make exquisite slaves.

  We continued along the docks of Lydius, satisfying our curiosity as to the port.

  We passed some fortified warehouses, in which space is available to Merchants. In such places there would be gems, and gold, silks, and wines and perfumes, jewels and spices, richer goods, not to be left exposed on the docks. In such houses, too, sometimes among the other merchandise, there are pleasure slaves, trained girls, imported perhaps from Ar. Their sales will either be public or private. They are kept in lamplit, low-ceilinged, ornately barred cells. Such girls are commonly rare in the north. They bring high prices.

  We passed another paga tavern. I licked my lips.

  Lydius is one of the few cities of the north which has public baths, as in Ar and Turia, though much smaller and less opulent.

  It is a port of paradoxes, where one finds, strangely mingled, luxuries and gentilities of the south with the simplicities and rudenesses of the less civilized north. It is not unusual to encounter a fellow with a jacket of sleen fur, falling to his knees, sewn in the circle stitch of Scagnar, who wears upon his forehead a silken headband of Ar. He might carry a double-headed ax, but at his belt may hang a Turian dagger. He might speak in the accents of Tyros, but startle you with his knowledge of the habits of wild tarns, knowledge one would expect to find only in one of Thentis. Those of Lydius pretend to much civilization, and are fond of decorating their houses, commonly of wood, with high, pointed roofs, in manners they think typical of Ar, of Ko-ro-ba, of Tharna and Turia, but to settle points of honor they commonly repair to a skerry in Thassa, little more than forty feet wide, there to meet opponents with axes, in the manner of those of Torvaldsland.

  I recalled the girl who had jostled me earlier. She had been a sensuous little thing. Again, through my memory, flashed the vague image of the side of her head, as she slipped past, and her hair, moving aside. I could not place what I was trying to recall, if anything.

  It was now near noon.

  "Let us return to some paga tavern near the ship," I suggested.

  "Good," said Thurnock.

  This very afternoon I wished to begin to purchase supplies.

  We, with Rim, turned about. I was anxious to be on my way.

  Two warriors passed, proud in their red.

  They were probably mercenaries. Their speech reminded me of that of Ar.

  They did not wear, in silver, the medallion of the Ubar. They were not of the retinue of Marlenus, whom I now believed to be in Laura, or in the vicinity of Laura.

  Yes, I was anxious to be on my way. I wished to reach Verna before Marlenus of Ar.

  I expected that I would be successful. I had information, specific information, thanks to Tana and Ela, which Marlenus, presumably, lacked.

  "I am hungry now," remarked Rim.

  We were just passing a paga tavern. Within it, dancing in the sand, chained, was a short-bodied, marvelous female slave.

  I laughed. So, too, did Thurnock.

  "The taverns nearer the ship," I suggested, "are doubtless more crowded."

  We laughed again, and entered the tavern.

  I was in a good mood. I was sure that I would regain Talena, and Tana and Ela had gone for a good price. We would use part of the proceeds from their sale to purchase our lunch.

  We took a table, an inconspicuous one, near the rear of the paga tavern, yet one with an unimpeded view. The short-bodied girl was indeed superb. Aside from her chains, confining her wrists and ankles, she wore only her collar.

  There was a flash of slave bells at my side and a dark-haired, yellow-silked girl, a paga girl, knelt beside us, where we sat cross-legged behind the small table. "Paga, Masters?"

  "For three," said I, expansively. "And bring bread and bosk, and grapes."

  "Yes, Master."

  I felt rather jubilant. Talena would soon again be mine. I had made a good profit on Tana and Ela.

  The music of the musicians was quite good. I reached to my pouch, to take from it a golden tarn and throw it to them.

  "What is wrong?" asked Thurnock.

  I lifted the strings of the cut pouch. I looked at Rim and Thurnock.

  We looked at one another, and together we laughed.

  "It was the girl," I said, "the black-haired girl, she who jostled me in the crowd."

  Rim nodded.

  I was quite amazed. It had been done so swiftly, so deftly. She had been quite good.

  I had not, until now, realized I had been robbed.

  "I trust," I said to Thurnock, "that your purse is intact."

  Thurnock looked down, swiftly. He grinned. "It is," he said.

  "I, too, have some money," volunteered Rim, "though I am not as rich as two such wealthy ones as you."

  "I have the four gold pieces from the selling of the panther wenches," said Thurnock.

  "Good," I said. "Let us feast."

  We did so.

  In the midst of the meal I looked up. "That is it!" I said, and laughed.

  I now recalled clearly what had been only a vague flash of memory, the recollection of something seen so swiftly it had, before, scarcely been noticed.

  I laughed.

  "What is the matter?" asked Thurnock, his mouth filled with bosk.

  "I now recall what it was about the girl who robbed me," I said. "I saw it, but did not really see it. It troubled me. Only now do I recall it clearly."

  "What?" asked Thurnock.

  Rim looked at me.

  "Behind her hair, as she brushed past," I said.

  "What?" asked Thurnock.

  "Her ear," I said. "Her ear was notched."

  Rim and Thurnock laughed. "A thief," said Thurnock, swallowing a mouthful of bosk and reaching for the paga goblet.

  "A very skillful one," I said. "A very skillful one."

  She had indeed been skillful. I am an admirer of skills, of efficiencies of various sorts. I admire the skill of the leather worker with his needle, that of the potter's strong hands, that of the vintner with his wines, that of warriors with their weapons.

  I looked to one side. There, lost to the bustle in the tavern, oblivious to the music, sat two men across a board of one hundred red and yellow squares, playing Kaissa, the game. One was a Player, a master who makes his living, though commonly poorly, from the game, playing for a cup of paga perhaps and the right to sleep in the tavern at night. The other, sitting cross-legged with him, was the broad-shouldered, blond giant from Torvaldsland whom I had seen earlier. He wore a shaggy jacket. His hair was braided. His feet and legs were bound in skins and cords. The large, curved, double-bladed, long-handled ax lay beside him. On his large brown leather belt, confining the long shaggy jacket he wore, which would have fallen to his knees, were carved the luck signs of the north. Kaissa is popular in Torvaldsland, as well as elsewhere on Gor. In halls, it is often played far into the night, by fires, by the northern giants. Sometimes disputes, which other
wise might be settled only by ax or sword, are willingly surrendered to a game of Kaissa, if only for the joy of engaging in the game. The big fellow was of Torvaldsland. The master might have been from as far away as Ar, or Tor, or Turia. But they had between them the game, its fascination and its beauty, reconciling whatever differences, in dialect, custom or way of life might divide them.

  The game was beautiful.

  The girl who served us was also beautiful. We had finished with our meal. And we were now finishing second cups of paga.

  She again knelt beside us. "Do masters wish more?" she asked.

  "What is your name?" asked Rim, his hand in her hair. He turned her head slightly to the side.

  She looked at him, from the side of her eyes. "Tendite," she said, "if it pleases Master."

  It was a Turian name. I had once known a girl by that name.

  "Do masters wish more?" she asked.

  Rim grinned.

  There was, outside, the shouting of men in the street. We looked to one another.

  Thurnock threw down a silver tarsk on the table.

  I, too, was curious. So, too, was Rim.

  He regarded Tendite.

  She moved to dart away.

  "Oh!" she cried.

  He had her by the hair.

  He pulled her quickly, his hand twisted in her hair, her body bent over at the waist, her head at his hip, in a common leading position for a girl, to a low, sloping side of the room. "Key," he called to the proprietor, pointing toward the side of the room. The proprietor hurried over, in his apron, and handed Rim a key. It was number six. Rim, taking the key in his mouth, put the girl down rudely on her knees, her back to the low wall, took her hands back and over her head and snapped them into slave bracelets, dangling on a chain, passing through a heavy ring set in the wall. He then took the key, which could open the bracelets, and dropped it in his pouch. She looked up at him, in fury. It is a way of reserving, for a time, a girl for yourself.