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."I know," she said."You lied to me," he said, "saying you went to fetch water.""I was afraid," said Elizabeth."Do you know who fears to tell the truth?" he asked."No," she said."A slave," said Kamchak.He ripped the larl's pelt from her and I gathered that she would wear thegarment no longer.She stood well, her eyes closed, her right cheek pressed against the leatherrim of the wheel.Tears burst from be-tween the tightly pressed lids of her eyes but she was superb, restraining hercries.She had still uttered no sound when Kamchak, satisfied, had released her, butfastening her wrists before her body with the bracelets.She stood trembling,her head down.Then he took her braceleted hands and with one hand raised herhands over her head.She stood so, her knees slightly flexed, head down."You think," said Kamchak to me, "she is only a girl."I said nothing."You are a fool, Tarl Cabot," said he.I did not respond.Coiled, in his right hand, Kamchak still held the slave whip."Slave," said Kamchak.Elizabeth looked at him."Do you wish to serve men?" he asked.Tears in her eyes she shook her head, no, no, no.Then her head fell again toher breast."Observe," said Kamchak to me.Then, before I could realize what he intended, he had subjected Miss Cardwellto what, among slavers, is known as the Whip Caress.Ideally it is done, asKamchak had, unex-pectedly, taking the girl unawares.Elizabeth suddenly cried out throwing herhead to one side.I observed to my amaze-ment the sudden, involuntary, uncontrollable response to the touch.The WhipCaress is commonly used among Slavers to force a girl to betray herself."She is a woman," said Kamchak."Did you not see the secret blood of her? Thatshe is eager and ready that she is fit prize for the steel of a master thatshe is female, and,"he added, "slave?"Page 113 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Nor" cried Elizabeth Cardwell."Nor" But Kamchak was pulling her by thebracelets toward an empty sleen cage mounted on a low cart near the wagon,into which, still braceleted, he thrust her, then closing the door, lockingit.She could not stand in the low, narrow cage, and knelt, wrists braceleted,hands on the bars."It is not truer" she screamed.Kamchak laughed at her.`'Female slave," he said.She buried her head in herhands and wept.She knew, as well asfile:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of.ounter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt (117 of 238) [1/20/03 3:28:27 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt we, that she had showed herself that her blood had leapedwithin her and its memory must now mock the hysteria of her denial that shehad acknowledged tows and to herself, perhaps for the first time, theincontrovertible splendor of her beauty and its meaning.Her response had been that of an utter woman."It's not true!" she whispered over and over, sobbing as she had not from thecruel strokes of the whip."It's not truer"Kamchak looked at me."Tonight," lie said, "I shall call the Iron Master.""Don't," I said."I shall," he said.'Why?" I asked.He smiled at me grimly."She was too long in fetching water."I said nothing.Kamchak, for a Tuchuk, was not unkind.The punishment of a runaway slave is often grievous, some-times culminating in death.He would do no more to ElizabethCardwell than was commonly done to female slaves among the wagons, even thosewho had never dared to speak back or disobey in the least particular.Elizabeth, in her way, was fortunate.As Kamchak might have said, he waspermitting her to live.I did not think she would be tempted to run awayagain.I saw Aphris sneaking to the cage to bring Elizabeth a dipper of water.Aphriswas crying.Kamchak, if he saw, did not stop her."Come along," he said."There is a newkaiila I want to see near the wagon ofYachi of the Leather Workers' Clan."It was a busy day for Kamchak.He did not buy the kaiila near the wagon of Yachi of theLeather Workers though it was apparently a splendid beast.At one point, he wrapped a heavy fur and leather robe-about his left arm andstruck the beast suddenly on the snout with his right hand.It had not struckback at him swiftly enough to please him, and there were only four needlelikescratches in the arm guard before Kamchak had managed to leap back and thekaiila, lunging against its chain, was snapping at him."Such a slow beast," said Kamchak, "might in battle cost a man his life." Isupposed it true.The kaiila and its master fight in battle as one unit,seemingly a single savage animal, armed with teeth and lance.After looking atthe kaiilaKamchak visited a wagon where he discussed the crossing of one of his cowswith the owner's bull, in exchange for a similar favor on his own part.Thismatter was arranged to their mutual satisfaction.At another wagon he haggledover a set of quiva, forged in Ar, and, obtaining his price, ar-ranged to have them, with a new saddle, brought to his wagon on the morrow.Welunched on dried bask meat andPaga and then he trooped to the wagon of Kutaituchik, where he exchangedpleasantries with the somnolent figure on the robe of gray boskhide, about thehealth of the bask, the sharpness of quivas and the necessity of keeping wagonaxles greased, and certain other matters.While near Kutaituchik's wagon, onPage 114 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlthe dais, he also conferred with several other high men among the Tuchuks.Kamchak, as I had learned before, held a position of some importance with theTuchuks.After seeing Kutaituchik and the others, Kamchak stopped by anIron Master's wagon, and, to my irritation, arranged for the fellow to come bythe wagon that very night."I can't keepfile:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of.ounter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt (118 of 238) [1/20/03 3:28:27 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt her in a sleen cage forever," Kamchak said."There is work tobe done about the wagon." Then, to my delight, Kamchak, borrowing two kaiila,which he seemed to have no difficulty doing from a Tuchuk warrior I had noteven seen before rode with me to the Omen Valley.Coming over a low, rolling hill, we saw a large number of tents pitched in acircle, surrounding a large grassy area.In the grassy area, perhaps about twohundred yards in diame-ter, there were literally hundreds of small, stone altars [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."I know," she said."You lied to me," he said, "saying you went to fetch water.""I was afraid," said Elizabeth."Do you know who fears to tell the truth?" he asked."No," she said."A slave," said Kamchak.He ripped the larl's pelt from her and I gathered that she would wear thegarment no longer.She stood well, her eyes closed, her right cheek pressed against the leatherrim of the wheel.Tears burst from be-tween the tightly pressed lids of her eyes but she was superb, restraining hercries.She had still uttered no sound when Kamchak, satisfied, had released her, butfastening her wrists before her body with the bracelets.She stood trembling,her head down.Then he took her braceleted hands and with one hand raised herhands over her head.She stood so, her knees slightly flexed, head down."You think," said Kamchak to me, "she is only a girl."I said nothing."You are a fool, Tarl Cabot," said he.I did not respond.Coiled, in his right hand, Kamchak still held the slave whip."Slave," said Kamchak.Elizabeth looked at him."Do you wish to serve men?" he asked.Tears in her eyes she shook her head, no, no, no.Then her head fell again toher breast."Observe," said Kamchak to me.Then, before I could realize what he intended, he had subjected Miss Cardwellto what, among slavers, is known as the Whip Caress.Ideally it is done, asKamchak had, unex-pectedly, taking the girl unawares.Elizabeth suddenly cried out throwing herhead to one side.I observed to my amaze-ment the sudden, involuntary, uncontrollable response to the touch.The WhipCaress is commonly used among Slavers to force a girl to betray herself."She is a woman," said Kamchak."Did you not see the secret blood of her? Thatshe is eager and ready that she is fit prize for the steel of a master thatshe is female, and,"he added, "slave?"Page 113 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Nor" cried Elizabeth Cardwell."Nor" But Kamchak was pulling her by thebracelets toward an empty sleen cage mounted on a low cart near the wagon,into which, still braceleted, he thrust her, then closing the door, lockingit.She could not stand in the low, narrow cage, and knelt, wrists braceleted,hands on the bars."It is not truer" she screamed.Kamchak laughed at her.`'Female slave," he said.She buried her head in herhands and wept.She knew, as well asfile:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of.ounter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt (117 of 238) [1/20/03 3:28:27 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt we, that she had showed herself that her blood had leapedwithin her and its memory must now mock the hysteria of her denial that shehad acknowledged tows and to herself, perhaps for the first time, theincontrovertible splendor of her beauty and its meaning.Her response had been that of an utter woman."It's not true!" she whispered over and over, sobbing as she had not from thecruel strokes of the whip."It's not truer"Kamchak looked at me."Tonight," lie said, "I shall call the Iron Master.""Don't," I said."I shall," he said.'Why?" I asked.He smiled at me grimly."She was too long in fetching water."I said nothing.Kamchak, for a Tuchuk, was not unkind.The punishment of a runaway slave is often grievous, some-times culminating in death.He would do no more to ElizabethCardwell than was commonly done to female slaves among the wagons, even thosewho had never dared to speak back or disobey in the least particular.Elizabeth, in her way, was fortunate.As Kamchak might have said, he waspermitting her to live.I did not think she would be tempted to run awayagain.I saw Aphris sneaking to the cage to bring Elizabeth a dipper of water.Aphriswas crying.Kamchak, if he saw, did not stop her."Come along," he said."There is a newkaiila I want to see near the wagon ofYachi of the Leather Workers' Clan."It was a busy day for Kamchak.He did not buy the kaiila near the wagon of Yachi of theLeather Workers though it was apparently a splendid beast.At one point, he wrapped a heavy fur and leather robe-about his left arm andstruck the beast suddenly on the snout with his right hand.It had not struckback at him swiftly enough to please him, and there were only four needlelikescratches in the arm guard before Kamchak had managed to leap back and thekaiila, lunging against its chain, was snapping at him."Such a slow beast," said Kamchak, "might in battle cost a man his life." Isupposed it true.The kaiila and its master fight in battle as one unit,seemingly a single savage animal, armed with teeth and lance.After looking atthe kaiilaKamchak visited a wagon where he discussed the crossing of one of his cowswith the owner's bull, in exchange for a similar favor on his own part.Thismatter was arranged to their mutual satisfaction.At another wagon he haggledover a set of quiva, forged in Ar, and, obtaining his price, ar-ranged to have them, with a new saddle, brought to his wagon on the morrow.Welunched on dried bask meat andPaga and then he trooped to the wagon of Kutaituchik, where he exchangedpleasantries with the somnolent figure on the robe of gray boskhide, about thehealth of the bask, the sharpness of quivas and the necessity of keeping wagonaxles greased, and certain other matters.While near Kutaituchik's wagon, onPage 114 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlthe dais, he also conferred with several other high men among the Tuchuks.Kamchak, as I had learned before, held a position of some importance with theTuchuks.After seeing Kutaituchik and the others, Kamchak stopped by anIron Master's wagon, and, to my irritation, arranged for the fellow to come bythe wagon that very night."I can't keepfile:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of.ounter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt (118 of 238) [1/20/03 3:28:27 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt her in a sleen cage forever," Kamchak said."There is work tobe done about the wagon." Then, to my delight, Kamchak, borrowing two kaiila,which he seemed to have no difficulty doing from a Tuchuk warrior I had noteven seen before rode with me to the Omen Valley.Coming over a low, rolling hill, we saw a large number of tents pitched in acircle, surrounding a large grassy area.In the grassy area, perhaps about twohundred yards in diame-ter, there were literally hundreds of small, stone altars [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]