intimidation and violence. Sometimes masters, in their cruelty, do not appoint a first girl. Then the slave girls, as best then can, by teeth and nails, must adjudicate their differences and establish a mode of governance for themselves. Sometimes masters do not appoint a first girl in order that the lower ranking girls will strive ever more desperately to please them, to become favorites, and thus to be to some extent more protected. 'If you beat me, the master will not be pleased,' is not a threat to be taken lightly in the slave quarters, particularly if it is thought to be true. The distant menace of the master's displeasure has its influence and effect, naturally, on the social arrangements of the kennels. Sometimes a girl will pretend to be more favored by the master than she is, for her own prestige, and to win position in the kennels. But it is not hard to know the truth in these matters. Who is most often summoned to his couch?
'Meat, Dina!' cried another man, and I hastened to him, to kneel and serve him. I wore red silk, a golden necklace about my throat, intertwined with my collar, and bells.
I saw Sucha lying soft in the arms of a lieutenant, kissing him. How marvelously she melted in his arms, his.
She was seldom permitted to carry her whip outside the slave quarters, except in conducting a new slave through the corridors and bringing her through the small iron door, as she had me. When she left the slave quarters she normally knelt before a guard and handed him the whip, her authority ended. He would then take the whip and thrust it against her lips, and she would kiss it, after which he would order her to her feet and discard the whip, which she would retrieve on her way back to the slave quarters. Outside the slave quarters we were normally under the governance not of Sucha, but men. We stood under her governance outside the quarters only when she was permitted to retain the whip. I watched her yielding in the arms of the lieutenant, moaning under his touch. She did not now have the whip. She was now, in the hall of Turian pleasures, as it is called, only another slave girl.
'Dina!' called a man.
I was struck by a soldier past whom I hurried. I gathered the man had called before, and I had not heard him. The soldier had struck me for I had been tardy in responding to the first man. I brushed the silk of the girl who danced between the tables. The music swirled about me.
I knelt before the man who had called.
'Are you deaf?' he asked.
'Forgive a miserable girl, Master,' I begged. 'I did not hear you.'
'Give me meat,' he said.
I lifted the platter to him and he thrust the eating prong into a slab of meat, hot with Turian spices. It was the last piece on the platter. He looked at me.
'I will fetch more meat immediately, Master,' I said.
'You are the meat I want, Dina,' he said.
'It is not yet time to serve the wine,' I whispered. This is a common Gorean idiom. I was reminding him, timidly, that the time of general pleasure had not yet arrived. I, and several of the other girls, had not yet been released from our serving duties. There were still courses of the banquet to be served to our masters. In the time of desserts and wines we would crawl to their tables, slave girls.
'Fetch in the prisoner,' called Borchoff, captain of the keep of Stones of Turmus.
This afternoon I had been upon the heights of the keep, carrying water to the men on the parapets. I had stood there, looking out over the wall, at the vast fields about. It was more than eighty feet to the ground.
'Is it your intention, Dina,' had asked a soldier, coming up behind me, 'to dash yourself to the ground?'
'No, Master,' I said to him. 'I am not a free woman. I am a slave girl.' I backed gently against him, and lifted my head, turning it to him. I felt his hands on my arms.
'Attend to your duties, Slave Girl,' he said.
'Yes, Master,' I said.
I had been summoned more than once to his couch.
I poured him a cup of water from the small verrskin bag over my shoulder.
It was hot on the parapet. The stones were hot to my bare feet. I wore a brief, one-piece, brown work tunic. It was all I wore, with the exception of the collar. We wore such tunics when engaged as work slaves. The tunics of work slaves are usually brown or gray.
I looked above me at the posts mounted on the walls. Between them was slung fine wire, gently bending and swaying in the slow breeze of the hot afternoon. Such wire is tarn wire. It is used to prevent the descent of tarns into the courtyard of a fortress. It is common in Gorean defenses.
I looked again over the wall.
'Master,' I asked.
'Yes,' he said.
'I see dust there,' I said, pointing to the road beneath, winding toward the fortress.
'They have him,' said the soldier beside me.
Two tharlarion, ponderous and stately, made their way toward the keep. They were mounted by two warriors, with lances. More warriors, eight men from the keep, followed, bearing spears. Between the tharlarion, fastened by neck chains, running to the stirrups of the two beasts, strode a man. He was dark-haired. He wore chains. His wrists were fastened behind his back.
'Who is it, Master?' I asked.
'We do not know,' said the soldier. 'But word had come to us that he had been making inquiries concerning the keep, its defenses, and such.'
'What is to be done with him?' I asked.
'He has been brought in,' said the soldier. 'Doubtless he will be branded, and enslaved. I do not envy him.'
I watched the man. He walked proudly. I knew there were male slaves on Gor, but I had not seen them. Most Gorean slaves are female. Male 'captives are commonly killed.
'Bring water to the men, Slave Girl,' said the soldier.
'Yes. Master,' I said. I took the cup back from the soldier, and hurried on along the parapet, to serve others.
When I was descending the stairs and had come to the courtyard between the walls, the gate had been opened, and the party, with their prisoner, had entered. The gate then closed behind them. Borchoff, captain of the keep, came to inspect the prisoner. I, curious, stood idly by, watching, the emptied water bag over my shoulder, my ankles in the dust of the courtyard.
The man was tanned, dark-haired, very dark-haired, large, strong. He wore chains. His hands were manacled behind him. He stood proudly between the two beasts, bearing easily the weight of the two stirrup chains attached to his capture collar.
It pleased me to see a man captive. He wore heavy iron manacles and could not hurt me. I approached more closely. His guards did not stop me.
'What is your name?' asked Borchoff of the man.
'I do not remember,' he said.
He was struck by one of the guards.
'For what purpose,' inquired Borchoff, 'were you attempting to ascertain the nature of our defenses?'
'It has slipped my mind,' said the man.
Again he was struck. He scarcely flinched, though the blows were cruel.
Borchoff turned away from the man, to converse with the lieutenant, one of the men on the tharlarion, pertaining to the details of the prisoner's capture.
I approached the prisoner more closely. None stopped me. He looked upon me. I blushed hot red. My body was not much concealed in the brief one-piece work tunic, and I wore a collar. Gorean men have a way of looking at a woman which is like stripping them and putting them to their feet. I felt naked. I put my hand to the thin brown cloth, clutching it, as though to close it more, but I only moved it more tightly about me and higher upon my thighs. I felt, under his gaze, that every detail of my body must be clear to him. I shrank back.
Borchoff turned about, briefly. 'Taunt him,' said he, 'Dina.'
'I warn you, Captain,' said the prisoner. 'Do not do to me the insult of the taunting slave girl.'
'Taunt him,' said Borchoff, to me, then turning away.
