John Norman - Counter Earth01 - Tarnsman Of Gor

by Tarnsman Of Gor(Lit)

  "My tam killed the other," said the girl, "and followed 3 it to the ground, where he tore it to pieces." She shook with the memory. "I slipped free and ran under the wing and hid in the trees. After a few minutes, his beak and talons wet with blood and feathers, your tam took flight. I last saw him at the head of the tarn flock."

  That was that, I thought. The tam had turned wild, all his instincts triumphant over the tarn whistle, the memory of men.

  "And the Home Stone of Ar?" I asked.

  "In the saddle pack," she said, confirming my expectation. I had locked the pack when I had placed the Home Stone inside, and the pack is an integral part of the tarn saddle. When she had spoken, her voice had burned with shame, and I sensed the humiliation she felt at having failed to save the Home Stone. So now the tam was gone, returned to his natural wild state, the Home Stone was in the saddle pack, and I had failed, and the daughter of the Ubar had failed, and we stood facing one.j another on a green knoll in the swamp forest of Ar.

  7

  A Ubar's Daughter

  THE GIRL STRAIGHTENED, SOMEHOW PROUD but ludicrous in her mud bedaubed regalia. She stepped away from Nar, as if apprehensive that those fierce mandibles might threaten her again. Her eyes flashed from the narrow opening in her veil. "It pleased the daughter of Marlenus," she said, "to inform you and your eight-legged brother of the fate of your tarn and of the Home Stone you sought."

  Nar's mandibles opened and shut once in annoyance. It was the nearest to anger I had ever seen the gentle creature come.

  "You will release me immediately," announced the daughter of the Ubar.

  "You are free now," I said.

  She looked at me, stunned, and backed away, being careful to avoid Nar by a safe distance. She kept her eyes on my sword, as if she expected me to strike her down if she turned her back.

  "It is well," she finally said, "that you obey my command. Perhaps your death will be made easier in consequence."

  "Who could refuse anything to the daughter of a Ubar?" I said, and then added maliciously, it seems now-"Good luck in the swamps."

  She stopped and shuddered. Her robes still bore the wide lateral stain where the tongue of the tharlarion had wrapped itself. I glanced no more at her, but put my hand on the foreleg of Nar, gently, so that I might not injure any of the sensory hairs.

  "Well, Brother,". I said, remembering the insult of the daughter of the Ubar, "shall we continue our journey?" I wanted Nar to understand that not all humankind were as contemptuous of the Spider People as the daughter of the Ubar.

  "Indeed, Brother," responded the mechanical voice of Nar. And surely I would rather have been `a brother to that gentle, rational monster than many of the barbarians g I had met on Gor. Indeed, perhaps I should be honored that he had addressed me as brother-I who failed to meet his standards, I who had so many times, intentionally or unintentionally, injured those of the rational kind.

  Nar, with me on his back, moved from the knoll.

  "Wait!" cried the daughter of the Ubar. "You can't leave me here!" She stumbled a bit from the knoll, tripped and fell in the water. She knelt in the green stagnant water, her hands held out to me, pleading, as if _ she suddenly realized the full horror of her plight, what it would mean to be abandoned in the swamp forest. "Take me with you," she begged.

  "Wait," I said to Nar, and the giant spider paused.

  The Ubar's daughter tried to stand up, but, ridiculously enough, it ,seemed as if one leg were suddenly far shorter than the other. She stumbled again and fell -' once more into the water. She swore like a tarnsman. I laughed and slid from Nar's back. I waded to her side P and lifted her to carry her back to the knoll. She was surprisingly light, considering her apparent size.

  I had hardly taken her in my arms when she struck my face viciously with one muddy hand. "How dare you touch the daughter of a Ubar!" she exclaimed. I shrugged and dropped her back in the water. Angrily she scram t bled to her feet as best she could and, hopping and stumbling, regained the knoll. I joined her there and examined her leg. One monstrous platform like shoe had broken from her small foot and flopped beside her ankle, still attached by its straps. The shoe was at least ten inches high. I laughed. This explained the incredible height of the Ubar's daughter.

  "It's broken," I said. "I'm sorry."

  She tried to rise, but one foot was, of course, some ten inches higher than the other. She fell again, and I unstrapped the remaining shoe. "No wonder you.can hardly walk," I said. "Why do you wear these silly things?"

  "The daughter of a Ubar must look down on her subjects," was the simple if extraordinary reply.

  When she stood up, now barefoot, her head came only a little higher than my chin. She might have been a bit taller than the average Gorean girl, but not much. She kept her eyes sullenly down, unwilling to raise them to look into my own. The daughter of a Ubar looked up to no man.

  "I order you to protect me," she said, never taking her eyes from the ground.

  "I do not take orders from the daughter of the Ubar of Ar," I said.

  "You must take me with you," she said, eyes still downcast.

  "Why?" I asked. After all, according to the rude codes of Gor, I owed her nothing; indeed, considering her attempt on my life, which had been foiled only by the fortuitous net of Nar's web, I would have been within my rights to slay her, abandoning her body to the water lizards. Naturally, I was not looking at things from precisely the Gorean point of view, but she would have no way of knowing that. How could she know that I would not treat her as-according to the rough justice of Gor-she deserved?

  "You must protect me," she said. There was something of a pleading note in her voice.

  "Why?" I asked, feeling angry.

  "Because I need your help," she said. Then she angrily snapped, "You need not have made me say that!" F She had lifted her head in fury, and she looked up into my eyes for an instant, and then suddenly lowered her head again, trembling with rage.

  "Do you ask my favor?" I asked, which, on Gor, was much like asking if the person was willing to make a request-more simply, to say, "Please." To that small particle of respect it seemed I had a right.

  Suddenly she seemed strangely docile.

  "Yes," she said. "Stranger, I, the daughter of the Ubar of Ar, ask your favor. I ask you to protect me."

  "You tried to kill me," I said. "For all I know, you may still be an enemy."

  There was a long pause in which neither of us spoke.

  "I know what you are waiting for," said the daughter of the Ubar, strangely calm after her earlier fury-unnaturally calm, it seemed to me. I didn't understand her. :4 What was it she thought I was waiting for? Then, to my astonishment, the daughter of the Ubar Marlenus, daughter of the Ubar of Ar, knelt before me, a simple warrior of Ko-roba, and lowered her head, lifting and extending :, her arms, the wrists crossed. It was the same simple ceremony that Sana had performed before me in the ; chamber of my father, back at Ko-ro-ba--the submission of the captive female. Without raising her eyes from the ground, the daughter of the Ubar said in a clear, distinct voice: "I submit myself."

  Later I wished that I had had binding fiber to lash her so innocently proffered wrists. I was speechless for a moment, but then, remembering that harsh Gorean custom required me either to accept the submission or slay the captive, I took her wrists in my hands and said, "I accept your submission." I then lifted her gently to her feet.

  I led her by the hand toward Nar, helped her to the glossy, hairy back of the spider, and climbed up after her. Wordlessly Nar moved rapidly through the marsh, his eight delicate feet scarcely seeming to dip into the greenish water. Once he stepped into quicksand, and his back tilted suddenly. I held the daughter of the Ubar tightly as the insect righted himself, floating in the muck for a second, and then managing to free himself with his eight scrambling legs.

  After a journey of an hour or so Nar stopped and pointed ahead with one of his forelegs. About three or four pasangs distant, through the thinning swamp trees,
I could see the verdant meadows of Ar's SaTarna land. The mechanical voice of Nar spoke. "I do not wish to approach nearer to the land. It is dangerous for the Spider People."

  I slid from his back and helped the daughter of the Ubar down. We stood together in the shallow water at the side of the gigantic insect. I placed my hand on Nar's grotesque face, and the gentle monster lightly closed his mandibles on my arm and then opened them. "I wish you well," said Nar, using a common Gorean phrase of farewell.

  I responded similarly and further wished health and safety to his people.

  The insect placed his forelegs on my shoulders. "I do not ask your name, Warrior," he said, "nor will I repeat the name of your city before the Submitted One, but know that you and your city are honored by the Spider People."

  "Thank you," I said. "My city and I are honored."

  The mechanical voice spoke once more. "Beware the daughter of the Ubar."

  "She has submitted herself," I replied, confident that the promise of her submission would be fulfilled.

  As Nar raced backward, he lifted a foreleg in a gesture that I interpreted as an attempt to wave. I waved back at him, touched, and my grotesque ally disappeared into the marshes.

  "Let's go," I said to the girl, and I made for the fields of Sa-Tarna. The daughter of the Ubar followed, some yards behind.

  We had been wading for about twenty minutes when the girl suddenly screamed, and I spun around. She had sunk to her waist in the marsh water. She had slipped into a pocket of quicksand. She cried out hysterically. Cautiously I tried to approach her, but felt the ooze slipping away beneath my feet. I tried to reach her with my sword belt, but it was too short. The tarn-goad, which had been thrust in the belt, dropped into the water, and __I_ lost it.

  The girl sank deeper in the mire, the surface of the water circling her armpits. She was screaming wildly, all control lost in the face of the slow, ugly death awaiting her. "Don't struggle!" I cried. But her movements were hysterical, like those of a mad animal. "The veil!" I cried. "Unwind it, throw it to me!" Her hands tried to tear at the veil, but she was unable to unwind it, in her terror and in the moment of time left to her. Then the muck crept upward to her horrified eyes, and her head slipped under the greenish waters, her hands clutching wildly at the air.

  I frantically looked about, caught sight of a half-submerged log some yards away, protruding upward out of the marsh water. Regardless of the possible danger, not feeling my way, I splashed to the log, jerking on it, hauling on it with all my might. In what seemed like hours but must have been a matter of only a few seconds, it gave, leaping upward out of the mud. I half-carried, half-floated it, shoving it toward the place where the daughter of the Ubar had slipped under the water. I clung to the log, floating in the shallow water over the quicksand, and reached down again and again into the mire.

  At last my hand clutched something-the girl's wrist and I drew her slowly upward out of the sand. My heart leaped with joy as I heard her whimpering, choking gasps, her lungs spasmodically sucking in the fetid but vivifying air. I shoved the log back and finally, carrying the filthy body soaked in its absurd garments, made my way to a ledge of green, dry land at the edge of the swamp.

  I set her down on a bed of green clover. Beyond it, some hundred yards away, I could see the border of a. yellow field of Sa-Tarna and a yellow thicket of Ka-la-na, trees. I sat beside the girl, exhausted. I smiled to myself; the proud daughter of the Ubar in all her imperial regalia quite literally stank, stank of the swamps and the mud and of the perspiration exuded beneath that heavy covering, stank of heat and fear.

  "You have saved my life again," said the daughter of the Ubar.

  I nodded, not wanting to talk about anything.

  "Are we out of the swamp?" she asked.

  I assented.

  This seemed to please her. With an animal movement, contradicting the formality of her garments, she lay backward on the clover, looking up at the sky, undoubtedly as exhausted as I was. Moreover, she was only a girl. I felt tender toward her. "I ask your favor," she said.

  "What do you want?" I asked.

  "I'm hungry," she said.

  "I am, too," I laughed, suddenly aware that I had not eaten anything since the night before. -I was ravenous. "Over there," I said, "are some Ka-la-na trees. Wait here and I'll gather some fruit."

  "No, I'll come with you-if you permit me," she said.

  I was surprised at this deference on the part of the daughter of the Ubar, but recalled that she had submitted herself.

  "Surely," I said. "I would be pleased with your company."

  I took her arm, but she drew back. "Having submitted myself," she said, "it is my part to follow."

  "That's silly," I said. "Walk with me."

  But she dropped her head shyly, shaking it. "I may not," she said.

  "Do as you please," I laughed, and set out for the Ka-la-na trees. She followed, meekly, I thought.

  We were near the Ka-la-na trees when I heard a slight rustle of brocade behind me. I turned, just in time to seize the wrist of the daughter of the Ubar as she struck savagely down at my back with a long, slender dagger. She howled with rage as I twisted the weapon from her hand.

  "You animal!" I yelled, blind with fury. "You dirty, filthy, stinking, ungrateful animal!"

  Wild with anger, I picked up the dagger and for an instant felt tempted to plunge it into the heart of the treacherous girl. Angrily I shoved it in my belt.

  "You submitted," I said to her.

  In spite of my hold on her wrist, which must have been tight and painful, the daughter of Marlenus straightened herself before me and said arrogantly, "You tharlarion! Do you think that the daughter of the Ubar of all Gor would submit to such as you?"

  Cruelly I forced her to her knees before me, the filthy, proud wench.

  "You submitted," I said.

  She cursed me, her greenish eyes blazing with hatred. "Is this how you treat the daughter of a Ubar?" she cried.

  "I will show you how I treat the most treacherous wench on all Gor," I exclaimed, releasing her wrist. With both hands I wrenched the veil back from her face, thrusting my hand under it to fasten my fist in her hair, and then, as if she were a common tavern girl or a camp slut, I dragged the daughter of the Ubar of all Gor to the shelter of the Ka-la-na trees. Among the trees, on the clover, I threw her to my feet. She tried frantically to readjust the folds of her veil, but with both hands I tore it fully away, and she lay at my feet, as it is said on Gor, face-stripped. A marvelous cascade of hair, as black as the wing of my tarp, loosened behind her, falling to the ground. I saw magnificent olive skin and those wild green eyes and features that were breathtakingly beautiful. The mouth, which might have been magnificent, was twisted with rage. "I like it better," I said, "being able to see the face of my enemy. Do not replace your veil."

  In fury she glared up at me, shamed as my eyes boldly regarded the beauty of her face. She made no move to replace the veil.

  As I looked upon her, incredibly perhaps, my rage dissipated and with it the vengeful desires that had filled me. In anger I had dragged her, helpless, mine by all the Codes of Gor, to the shelter of the trees. Yet now once again I saw her as a girl, this time as a beautiful girl, not to be abused.

  "You will understand," I said, "that I can no longer trust you."

  "Of course not," she said. "I am your enemy."

  "Accordingly I can take no chances with you."

  "I am not afraid to die," she said, her lip trembling slightly. "Be quick."

  "Remove your clothing," I said.

  "No!" she cried, shrinking - back. She rose to her knees before me, putting her head to my feet. "With all my heart, Warrior," she pleaded, "the daughter of a Ubar, on her knees, begs your favor. Let it be only the blade and quickly."

  I threw back my head and laughed. The daughter of the Ubar feared that I would force her to serve my pleasure-I, a common soldier. But then, shamefacedly, I admitted to myself that I had, while dragging her to the tr
ees, intended to take her and that it had only been the sudden spell of her beauty which, paradoxically :. enough, had claimed my respect, forced me to recognize -that selfishly I was about to injure or dominate what

  Nar would have referred to as a rational creature. I felt ashamed and resolved that I would do no harm to this girl, though she was as wicked and faithless as a Charylarion.

  "I do not intend to force you to serve my pleasure," I said, "nor do I intend to injure you."

  She lifted her head and looked at me wonderingly.

  Then, to my amazement, she stood up and regarded -. me contemptuously. "If you had been a true warrior," she said, "you would have taken me on the back of your tarn, above the clouds, even before we had passed the outermost ramparts of Ar, and you would have thrown x my robes to the streets below to show my people what had been the fate of the daughter of their Ubar." Evidently she believed that I had been afraid to harm her and that she, the daughter of a Ubar, remained above the perils and obligations of the common captive. , She looked at me insolently, angry that she had so demeaned herself as to kneel before a coward. She tossed her head back and snorted. "Well, Warrior," she said, "what would you have me do?"