'Alcibron, Master of the _Tuka_, was my Master,' she said, 'but now you are my Master, and you own me, fully.'
'You sound familiar,' I said. 'Do I know you?'
'I was once a girl of Port Cos,' she said, 'one born free, but one who knew herself in her heart to be a slave. I fled Port Cos to avoid an unwanted companionship. He who desired me, too much respected me, and though I muchly loved him, I knew that he could not satisfy my slave needs. He wanted me as his companion and I wanted only to be his slave. He wanted me in veils and silk, and wished to serve me. I wanted only to be naked, and collared, and at his feet, kissing his whip.
'I confessed my needs to him and he was scandalized, and that he was scandalized shamed and mortified me. Each outraged by the other we parted.
'I then decided that I would hate men, and do without them. I would be bold and insolent with them, and make them suffer, punishing them for their rejection of my womanhood. If they could not, or would not, understand me, then I would take my vengeance on them, making them miserable! Even in my hatred, of course, I could never forget that in a corner of my heart, kneeling, there languished a love slave. Our parents, naturally, knowing nothing of what had occurred between us, pressed us to intertwine our arms and drink the wine of the companionship.
'He, furious but resigned, cognizant of his expressed intentions and earlier proposals, became convinced that his duty lay in this direction. I had little doubt that if I were but once taken into companionship by him I should be sequestered, and left untouched, that that would be my punishment for having shamed him; be would keep me as his official 'companion' but he would not so much as put his hands on me; I would be forced to endure honor and freedom; respect and dignity would be forced upon me, like chains. I would lie alone, twisting in the darkness, while he reveled elsewhere, contenting himself, in the lascivious embraces of obedient slaves, painted, bangled girls, such as might be purchased in any slut market. How I would envy such girls their collars and the lash of his whip!
'It was thus that I fled Port Cos. I thought I did so, at the time, to make my fortune, but, as I understand it now, I did so to become enslaved. It was soon done to me. In the beginning, true to my resolves, I tried to be rebellious, but the impracticality of that was soon brought home to me. I soon learned that I was a slave. Gorean men allow women little latitude in this regard. She quickly learns she is a slave or she is slain. Yet I did not mind being a slave, truly, for it was what I was. I had known it for years, since my body had developed the contours and needs of a slave. It pleased me deeply that I had been given no choice in the matter, that my slavery, like the brand and collar, had been forced upon me. I had been given no choice but to be what I was. This pleased me. I have known many whips. I have had many masters, good and bad. My longest slavery was in Vonda, in a slaver's house, the House of Andronicus.'
'I know who you are,' I said.
'Master?' she asked. 'Oh!' she said. 'Master's grip is tight on my hands!' I was holding her hands over her head, together, she kneeling before me in the darkness. It pleased me to let her feel herself again in my grasp, helpless.
'By what name have you commonly been known, Slave?' I inquired.
'Oh!' she said. 'Please, do not kill me, Master!' I had put the point of the blade I carried to her belly. I could feel her, through the steel, wince. She knew that even a slight pressure on that blade, Gorean steel, at that location and angle, could slit her open to the heat of her.
'By what name have you commonly been known, Slave?' I asked. It is sometimes useful to let a slave know that she may be easily killed.
'Lola, Master!' she said, frightened. 'Lola!'
I released her hands. I sheathed my sword. 'You may lick and kiss at my feet, Lola,' I said.
She did so.
'Do you know who I am?' I asked.
'My Master,' she said, 'my Master.'
'Stand, Girl,' I said.
She did so.
'I am Jason,' I told her, 'Jason, of Victoria.'
'Master!' she cried out, suddenly, tearfully. 'Master!' She seized me in her arms, sobbing, pressing herself against me. I put my arms about her, permitting myself this tenderness towards her, though she was but a branded slave. 'She sold me! She sold me!' she sobbed. 'She took me to the wharves, while you were at work. She sold me!'
'She had no right to do so,' I said.
The girl was sobbing, against me. I could feel her tears against my chest. 'I was sold to a merchant from Tetrapoli,' she said. 'In Tetrapoli I was again sold, to an agent, who proved to be in the fee of Alcibron, one of the high captains of Ragnar Voskjard.'
'He brought you along for his pleasure on the _Tuka_,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
I took her by the arms, and held her from me. 'I have little time for you now,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said. 'Oh, Master!' she said, as I pressed her back, and then put her on her back, on the wet boards of the hold. Swiftly I had her, for I had little time for her, then. She clutched at me, hot and shuddering. The _Tuka_ was then free of the bar. I could hear feet on the deck over our heads. Men were taking their places at the benches. The ropes by which the _Tina_ and the _Tais_ had drawn the _Tuka_ from the bar were being cast off. I could hear Aemilianus giving orders. I rose from the girl's side. I snapped my fingers. 'On your feet,' I told her. 'We must board the _Tina_.'
'Yes, Master,' she said. She groaned, gaining her feet.
I went to the rupture in the side of the _Tuka_. Through the jagged rupture I could see the _Tais_, and the river chain, behind her.
I tumbled the body of the fellow who had struck at me from the hold, into the water.
The girl joined me, at my side.
'Can you swim?' I asked her.
'No,' she said.
I took her by the arm and, lowering my head and crouching, pulling the girl with me, leapt downward into the water.
'Turn about,' I said, 'lie on your back, relax, completely.'
'Yes, Master,' she said, frightened.
I then, my hand in the girl's hair, drawing her behind me, swam slowly about the bow of the _Tuka_ and to the side of the _Tina_. In moments, helped by crewmen, we had attained the deck of the _Tina_.
'Welcome, Jason,' said Callimachus. He grinned. 'While we have been hard at work, moving the _Tuka_, it seems you have been trying chain luck.'
'I did my share of the work,' I laughed. 'It merely chanced that she fell across my path.'
We turned to regard the wet, shivering girl. Like most girls, either of Earth or Gor, she was short, curvaceous and luscious, sweetly slung.
'She is nice,' said Callimachus.
'She is a pretty bauble,' I granted him. The girl put down her head, smiling.
'Bring a cloak,' I said. I then put the cloak about her. She drew it closely about her, holding it with her small hands.
'Thank you, my Master,' she whispered.
'Lock her in the hold,' I told a sailor.
'Yes, Jason,' he said, and conducted the lovely slave to her confinement.
'We must soon make away,' said Callimachus.
'I shall find a place at one of the benches,' I said.
'Sir,' said an officer to Callimachus, 'there is movement on the ship to starboard.'
'Then she is not abandoned,' said Callimachus. 'I thought not.'
I remembered, then, the ship I had heard of, shortly before entering the hold of the _Tuka_, that which had been identified as a derelict, one presumably drifting downriver, lost from the confusion of the night, illuminated by
