five-foot lengths of chain being used, with a snap at each end fastening to a given collar, each collar, save for those terminating a line being fastened on two sides.
'Here are the most choice of the female slaves of the House of Cernus,' said Marlenus, expansively gesturing to the two or three hundred girls.
There was a cheer from the many partisans of Marlenus in the room.
'Pick your slave,' said he.
With great cheers the men hurried to the girls, to pick one that pleased them.
There were shouts of pleasure, and screams, and protests, and cries and laughter, as the men clapped their hands on wenches who struck their fancy. When the men had taken their pick the girls were released from the common chain and the key, that which served to unlock collar, bracelets and anklet, was given to he who had chosen his prize. Scribes at nearby tables endorsed and updated papers of registration, that the ownership of the girls be legally transferred from the state to individual citizens.
There was silence in the room when one girl, alone, was brought forth. She was attired as were the others, in the brief livery of the state slave of Ar. Her wrists, like theirs had been, were confined behind her back. The belled anklet was the only sound in the room as she came forward, trembling. She walked between two Warriors. Each held a five-foot chain leash that was snapped on her gray collar. When she had reached the tiles before the throne of the Ubar, she knelt, head down. The Warriors, holding their leashes, stood on each side of her.
'Slave,' said Marlenus.
The girl lifted her head. 'Master?' she said.
'What is your name?' asked he.
'Claudia Tentia Hinrabia,' she whispered.
'You are the last of the Hinrabians?' asked Marlenus.
'Yes, Master,' she said, her head down, not daring to lift it, to gaze into the terrible countenance of Marlenus, her Ubar.
'Many times,' said Marlenus, 'your father, when Administrator of Ar, by stealth and openly, sought my destruction. Many times did he send Assassins and spies, and tarnsmen, to the Voltai, to find me and my men, and destroy us.'
The girl trembled, saying nothing.
'He was my enemy,' said Marlenus.
'Yes, Master,' she whispered.
'And you are his daughter,' he said.
'Yes, Master,' whispered the girl. She trembled in the chains of the state slave. The Warriors seemed very tall and powerful beside her. She suddenly put her head down to the tiles.
'Shall it be torture and public impalement for you?' asked Marlenus.
She trembled.
'Well?' asked Marlenus.
'Whatever Master wishes,' she whispered.
'Or perhaps,' said Marlenus. 'It might be more amusing to keep you as a Pleasure Slave in my Pleasure Gardens.'
The girl dared not lift her head. 'Whatever Master wishes,' she whispered.
'Or should I free you?' asked Marlenus.
She looked up, startled.
'That you may be kept locked in a compartment of the central cylinder, not as slave but prisoner, a high-born woman, to be mated in the future as best accords with the politics of Ar, as I see fit?'
There were tears in her eyes.
'That way,' said he, 'a Hinrabian might at last well serve the interests of Ar.'
'That way,' whispered the girl, 'I would be more a slave than a slave.'
'I free you,' said Marlenus, 'but I free you that you may be at liberty to go where you will, and do what you wish.'
She looked at him, suddenly, her eyes wide, startled.
'You will receive a pension from the state,' said Marlenus, 'ample to the needs of a woman of High Caste.'
'Ubar!' she cried. 'Ubar!'
He now spoke to the guards with her. 'See that she is in all things treated as the daughter of a former Administrator of Ar.'
Claudia, weeping, was conducted from the hall.
Following this more business was conducted. I remembered among this business arose the matter of more than one hundred exotic slaves from the House of Cernus, the white-robed girls who had been raised without the knowledge of the existence of men.
'They know nothing of slavery,' said Marlenus. 'Let them not learn now.'
The girls would be treated gently, and brought well into the world of Gor, with as much tenderness as so harsh a society permitted, being freed and domiciled individually with Gorean families, whose households did not contain slaves.
I had been given the thousand double tarns of gold for the victory in the Ubar's Race. I saw Flaminius briefly in the room of the court. Eight hundred double tarns I gave to him that he might begin well his research once more.
'Press your own battles,' said I, 'Physician.'
'My gratitude,' said he, 'Warrior.'
'Will there be many who will work with you?' I asked, remembering the dangers of his research, the enmity of the Initiates.
'Some,' said Flaminius. 'Already some eight, of skill and repute, have pledge themselves my aids in this undertaking.' He looked at me. 'And the first, who gave courage to them all,' said he, 'was a woman, of the Caste of Physicians, once of Treve.'
'A woman named Vika?' I asked.
'Yes,' said he, 'do you know her?'
'Once,' said I.
'She stands high among the Physicians of the city,' he said.
'You will find her, I think,' I said, 'brilliantly worthy as a colleague in your work.'
We clasped hands.
Of the two hundred remaining double tarns from the victory in the Ubar's race I gave all but one to free Melanie, who had served in the kitchens of Cernus, and arrange a livelihood for her. With the money remaining over from her purchase price, which was negligible, she, who had been of the Cloth Workers, could open a shop in Ar, purchase materials, and hire men of her caste to aid her in the work.
The one double tarn remaining from the victory gold I pressed into the hands of blind Qualius, the Player, who stood at the court of the Ubar, having been, like Hup, of the party of Marlenus.
'You are Tarl Cabot?' he asked.
'Yes,' I said, 'he who was Kuurus, and the double tarn I give you now I give for your victory over the Vintner long ago near the great gate of Ar. You would not then accept my gold, thinking it black gold.'
Qualius smiled and took the piece of gold. 'I know the gold of Tarl Cabot,' he said, 'is not black gold. I accept your gold, and am honored in so doing.'
'You earned it,' I assured him.
In the room of the Ubar's court, I briefly saw Nela, who had been of the baths, and several of the other girls. I kissed her, she joyful in her freedom. I also saw Phais and several of the girls of the Street of Pots. They, like others of the Ubar's party, had been freed. Further, at their request, they had been given several of the guards of the House of Cernus, including Vancius. I did not envy them. After the girls tired of them they would be at liberty to sell them for whatever they might bring.
I was now ready to leave the room of the Ubar's court.
'Do not go yet,' said Hup.
'Nonsense, Small Friend,' said I.
I turned and left the room, to return to my compartment. Perhaps within the hour I and the black tarn would depart the walls of Ar. My work in this city was done.
There was a darkness in my heart as I walked alone in the halls of the central cylinder of Ar.
In so much I had failed.
Through corridor after corridor I walked, retracing the steps which had taken me from my compartment to the court of the Ubar.
Door after door I passed, most with the heavy ornate locks, some secured merely with the signature knots of lowly men, or even slaves.
Within the hour I would leave the city.
I stopped suddenly, regarding one of the small, narrow wooden doors, giving entry surely only to the quarters of a slave.
I stood, stunned, shaken. I trembled.
My eyes regarded the signature knot securing the humble portal.
I fell to my knees at the door. My fingers scarcely seeming mine, scarcely able to move, touched the knot.
It was an intricate knot, feminine, complex, with playful turnings here and there, small loops.
I could not breathe. For the instant it seemed the world shook beneath me.
It was a beautiful knot.
I touched it, and, trembling, scarcely breathing, carefully, began to untie the knot, counting each bend and turn, each delicate twist and motion of the cords. I had untied only a bit of the knot when I leaped to my feet with a cry and turned, running as though demented, crying out, down the corridors once more to the court of the Ubar. Slave girls regarded me as though I might have lost my senses. Men stood aside. There were shouts. But I ran, and ran, and did not stop until I burst again into the court of the Ubar.
There, before the throne of the Ubar, stood, in the brief livery of the state slave of Ar, two girls.
