'It did, didn't it,' said Elizabeth.
'Yes,' I said, decisively.
'You try it when we are alone,' said Elizabeth, 'and I will bite your hand off.'
'Hah!' I cried, and Elizabeth jumped. 'It seems you must spend another night bound at the slave ring,' I announced.
'Don't you dare!' she cried.
I seized her wrist, and she kicked at me, catching me a rather good one under the knee. I stepped behind her and held her. She squirmed furiously, kicking back, trying to hit me with her small fists. I was laughing. My knee, incidentally, also hurt.
'Do not struggle, Slave,' I told her.
She stopped struggling, but was fuming. I began to nibble at the loop on the left shoulder of her slave livery. 'Do you know what time it is?' she asked.
'No,' I admitted.
'If you'd listen to the bars,' she said, 'you'd know.'
'What time is it?' I asked.
'It is past the eighth bar,' she informed me.
'So?' I asked.
'So,' she said, 'I have not had anything to eat since yesterday morning and if I am not at the trough in the quarters for female staff slaves by the small bar after the eighth bar I will miss breakfast. I cannot simply go down to the kitchen like you and demand five vulo eggs!'
I laughed. 'But it was my intention to discipline you,' I said.
She squared off against me, hitching-up the loop on her left shoulder which I had loosened with my teeth. 'My discipline,' she said, 'can wait until after breakfast.'
'I think you are simply punishing me,' I said.
She laughed. 'After breakfast,' she said, blowing me a kiss, much as I had her the evening before, 'you can discipline me!' Then she turned and scurried down the corridor.
I kicked the love furs halfway across the room and sat down on the edge of the stone couch.
It was a chipper, fed Elizabeth Cardwell who returned to the compartment, humming and sprightly. 'Did you enjoy your wait?' she asked.
'It seems to me,' I said, 'you lingered long over your breakfast.'
'The porridge in the trough this morning,' said she, 'was simply marvelous.'
I closed the door and set the beams in place.
'Now,' she said, 'it looks like I'm in trouble.'
'You certainly are,' I agreed.
'I inquired,' she said, 'but I could not learn exactly when my training is to begin.'
'Ah,' I said.
'There will apparently be other girls, too,' she said.
'Probably,' I said. 'It would be a waste of time I imagine to train girls one at a time.' I did not mention the girls I had seen the night before. I supposed, since they would not speak Gorean, they would not be used in the training. Earth girls, I knew, were usually sold as untrained barbarians at inferior prices. On the other hand, it was certainly not impossible that the girls brought in the other night, or some of them, would be trained with Elizabeth, probably being taught Gorean in the process. The fact that Elizabeth's training was not beginning immediately gave some suggestion that this might be the case.
'Tonight,' said Elizabeth, 'after the sixteenth bar, I am to report to the smith at the iron pens.'
'It seems,' I said, 'the little Tuchuk slave girl will again wear her nose ring.'
'Did you like it?' asked Elizabeth.
'Very much,' I admitted.
'I grew rather fond of it, too,' said Elizabeth, 'after a time.'
'This time,' I said, 'it will probably not hurt much to affix the ring.'
'No,' she said, 'I do not think so.' She knelt down in the room, as naturally and easily as a Gorean girl. 'What did you learn,' she asked, 'of the House of Cernus last night?'
'I will tell you,' I said, coming close to her and sitting down cross-legged.
'I myself,' she said, pointedly, 'learned very little.' She looked at me. 'I was tied up, so to speak,' she said.
'So to speak,' I admitted. 'But,' said I, 'I learned enough for both of us.'
I then, in great detail, told Elizabeth all that I had seen and learned the night before. She was generally intrigued, though frightened when I spoke of the thing called the beast, and distressed when I mentioned the girls brought from Earth, to be sold as slaves from the House of Cernus.
'What is our next step?' she asked.
'It is to learn more of the House of Cernus,' I said. 'Do you know much of the House?'
'I know certain areas quite well,' she said. 'Further, I can receive a pass tile from Caprus to go most places in the house.'
'But there are certain places that are forbidden?'
'Yes,' she said.
'I expect,' I said, 'I should undertake a bit of exploring.'
'First,' she said, 'learn what areas of the House are open. I would suppose you could go many places I could not. On the other hand I would have access to records that you would not, in the office of Caprus. Ho-Tu, I am sure, would be pleased to guide you. That way you would be familiarized with the House and would also, indirectly, have the forbidden areas clearly marked out for you.'
I thought about it. 'Yes,' I said, 'that is a good plan. It is simple, natural, deceptive, and likely of success.'
'With a good breakfast,' said Elizabeth, 'I am a pretty shrewd wench.'
'That is true,' I admitted. 'You are not bad before breakfast either.'
'But after breakfast,' said she, 'I am extraordinary.'
'It is now after breakfast,' I informed her.
'Well,' said she, smiling, 'I think you will find that after breakfast I am extraordinary.'
She leaned closer to me, smiling, putting one finger up to my shoulder.
'But I have not yet had breakfast.' I said.
'Oh,' she said.
'Show me where the important people eat,' I said.
'All you ever think about is food,' she said.
'That's not all I ever think about,' I said.
'That's true,' she admitted.
Elizabeth led me to a room off a kitchen on the third floor of the cylinder. There were some men in the room, mostly men-at-arms but some staff members, a Metal Worker, two Bakers, and a pair of Scribes. The tables were separate and small, I sat behind one, and Elizabeth knelt back of me and to my left.
She lifted her head, sniffing. I did so, too, scarcely believing my nose. She looked at me, and I looked at her.
A girl slave, in a white tunic and white collar, barefoot, came to the table, and knelt before it.
'What is that I smell?' I asked.
'Black wine,' said she, 'from the Mountains of Thentis.'
I had heard of black wine, but had never had any. It is drunk in Thentis, but I had never heard of it being much drunk in any of the other cities.
'Bring two bowls,' I said.
'Two?' asked the girl.
'The slave,' I said, indicating Elizabeth, 'will taste it first.'
'Of course, Master,' said the girl.
'And put bread over the fire,' I said, 'and honey, and the eggs of vulos, and fried tarsk meat and a Torian larma fruit.'
The girl nodded and, rising gracefully, backing away a step or two, head down, turned and went to the kitchen.
'I have heard,' I said to Elizabeth, 'that black wine is served hot.'
'Incredible,' she smiled.
In short order two bowls, steam curling out of them, were brought and placed on the table.
I sat there staring down at them, and Elizabeth did, too. Then I picked up one of the thick, heavy clay bowls. Since no one was looking, we knocked the bowls together gently, and put them to our lips.
It was extremely strong, and bitter, but it was hot, and, unmistakably, it was coffee.
I shared the breakfast with Elizabeth, who informed me that it was better than the porridge below in the trough in the feeding room for female staff slaves, marvelous though the latter might have been.
'I envy you free ones,' said Elizabeth. 'Next time, you be the slave and let me be the Assassin.'
'Actually,' I said to Elizabeth, 'this is very rare. Thentis does not trade the beans for black wine. I have heard of a cup of black wine in Ar, some years ago, selling for a silver eighty-piece. Even in Thentis black wine is commonly only in High Caste homes.'
'Perhaps it is from Earth?' she asked.
'Originally, doubtless beans were brought from Earth,' I said, 'much as certain other seeds, and silk worms and such, but I doubt very much that the ship I saw last night had in its cargo anything as trivial as the beans for black wine.'
'You are probably right,' said Elizabeth, taking another sip, her eyes closed.
