been sold on Earth I would have counted as such a girl; on Gor, however, I was only another piece of illiterate collar meat.
'It is my name,' said the man. 'Rask.'
'Yes, Master,' I said.
'It is with these devices,' said the man, holding up the tiny leaf, with its wire, sign and printing, 'that we of Treve, in our various ventures of raiding, mark our booty.'
'Please, no, Master!' I cried.
I shrank back against the wall. He held my left ear lobe, pulling it taut. I cried out, wincing, as the wire pierced the lobe, and then he threaded the wire through and, twisting the ends together, formed a tiny loop, from which the silver leaf dangled. I felt it at my left cheek.
'It will be pleasant to tag you,' he had said to me earlier. I had not understood him at the time. I now understood him. I looked at him with horror. I had been tagged.
'You do not now appear so insolent as formerly,' he said.
'No, Master,' I wept.
He then seized my ankles and pulled me from the wall. I threw my head back, moaning. An ear had been pierced. This, in itself, is little or nothing, but on Gor it is mighty in its portent. The other ear, almost certainly now, to match its mate, would sometime be pierced, and I would then be a «pierced-ear» girl, the lowest of female slaves. I had heard another girl crying out earlier, as she had been tagged, although at the time I had not understood what had been done to her. It had not been the pain which had made her cry out so miserably but its meaning. An ear had been pierced.
I looked up at Rask of Treve reproachfully. He laughed. He well understood what he had done to me, and he knew well, too, that I understood.
'Is your vengeance sweet, Master?' I asked him.
'I have not yet begun to take my revenge, pretty little slave,' he said. He thrust apart my ankles.
I resolved to resist him. I turned my head to the side, and heard the small sound of the silver leaf, on its tiny loop, fastened in my ear, touch the stones of the flooring of the passage.
But his hands were sure.
'No,' I begged, 'do not make me yield to you!'
But he did not see fit to show me mercy. I cried out with misery, lost in sensation, lifting my body to him, piteous for his slightest touch.
When he finished with me I lay between his feet, a shattered, yielded slave girl.
He lifted his head. 'Smoke,' he said.
I, too, smelled smoke.
'The keep is afire,' he said. 'On your feet, Slave.'
I struggled to my feet, bent over.
We journeyed through flaming halls. In a few Ehn we emerged, after climbing stairs, on the roof of one of the buildings, and, thence, by a narrow bridge, crossed to one of the parapets. There there were several tarns, great fierce saddle birds of Gor. I could see fire licking through the roof of one of the buildings. The parapet was crowded. Goods were bound over the saddles of tarns. Strings of plates and vessels were tied at the pommels. Girls stood beside the winged monsters, their hands over their heads, slave braceleted through the stirrups of the beasts. They would dangle from the stirrups in flight, two on a side. Behind some of the beasts there were tarn baskets, on trailing ropes. Girls, too, and various goods, had been thrust in these. I saw Sucha, her hands braceleted over her head, at one of the stirrups. She looked terrified. Men mounted swiftly to the saddles. Below in the courtyard, chained together, I could see Borchoff, and the soldiers and staff of the keep. There was much smoke about them. I saw tharlarion, released, in the courtyard. Men struggled not to be trampled. I was pulled along by the arm, by my captor. 'Let us hurry, Captain,' said one of the men.
'We must move under the cover of darkness,' said a lieutenant. 'We must be at the merchant rendezvous before dawn.'
'To your saddle, Lieutenant,' grinned Rask of Treve.
The man grinned, and leapt to the ladder leading to the high saddle of the great beast.
I saw below that the great gate of the keep had been swung open. Tharlarion rushed through.
I was thrust into the hands of a soldier, who conducted me to one of the tarn baskets.
Borchoff, below in the courtyard, looked upward. Rask of Treve lifted his hand to him, in a salute of warriors. The gate had been opened. Borchoff and his men might make their way, though chained, to safety.
Then Rask of Treve looked about himself, making swift inspection of his men and tarns, and their burdens, riches and slave girls.
The soldier lifted me lightly from my feet and thrust me, feet first, through a hatchlike opening, with flat door, in the top of the tarn basket. He pushed my head down, thrusting me down between the other girls. I crouched down, wedged in. I could scarcely squirm. I looked up, seeing the flat door swung shut. In an instant he had tied it closed. I knelt. We could not stand upright. Eight of us were imprisoned in the basket. Our wrists were tied behind our backs. Silk, and gold, too, had been thrust in the basket. I looked about. Scarcely could we move. From the left ears of the other girls, as from mine, there dangled a silver leaf, a tag, which had been placed upon them by the men who had taken them.
'Ho!' cried Rask of Treve.
I thrust my head to the wall of the basket.
'Ho!' cried the men of Rask of Treve.
The man who had placed me in the basket, and then tied it shut, climbed swiftly to the saddle of his tarn; our trail lines, those attached to the basket in which we were confined, ran to the tarn's stirrups. When the tarn took to flight the basket, following it, would be lifted into the air. He awaited only the command of flight.
'Ho!' cried Rask of Treve. He drew back on the first strap of his tarn's harness.
'Ho!' cried his men.
Rask of Treve's tarn smote the air with its mighty wings. I was frightened. The span of those wings may have been thirty feet or more.
His tarn, screaming, departed the walls of the keep of Stones of Turmus. Those of his men followed him. Even in the shelter of the basket the torrent of air was frightening. If one had stood upon the parapet surely one would have been hurled in its blasts to the courtyard below.
There was a moment of slack and then the lines on the basket drew taut. Our tarnsman drew the basket over the courtyard and, gaining altitude there, then departed the walls of the keep, following the others. When the basket dropped from the parapet toward the courtyard we screamed, frightened, but then it swung below the tarn, and we felt ourselves being lifted high into the air, as though toward the moons of Gor itself.
I wondered how many slave girls, helpless and bound, a tiny silver leaf dangling from their ear, had been carried by the men of Treve in this basket, and how many more in the future would find themselves its captive.
I could see the keep of Stones of Turmus in flames, dropping away below us.
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I Am Publicly Auctioned
The sheet was ripped from me. I cried out, startled.
'Ascend the block, Slave Girl,' said the man.
'Yes, Master,' I said. He prodded me with his whip.
I looked at the worn stairs of solid wood, leading in their spiral upward. I glanced down at the other girls, Sulda and Tupa among them, who sat huddled at the foot of the block, clutching their sheets about them. Sucha, and others, had already been sold.
'It cannot be happening to me,' I said to myself. 'They cannot be going to sell me.'
I felt the whip push against my back. Slowly I began to ascend the wide, concave stairs, worn by the bare
