'Where are the Yellow Knives?' asked Radish.
'I slew them,' said Pumpkin.
'You slew them!' she cried, in horror.
'Yes,' he said.
'You are insane!' she cried.
'Where is the other lance?' Pumpkin asked Carrot.
'Hidden, near the edge of the maize field,' said Carrot.
'I thought so,' said Pumpkin. 'In the morning, fetch it.'
'I will,' said Carrot. The dark-haired girl, stripped, trembling, held Carrot's arm, tightly.
'You did not truly slay the Yellow Knives, did you?' asked Radish.
'Yes,' said Pumpkin. 'I did.'
'You are insane!' she cried. 'You are insane!'
He regarded her, evenly, not speaking.
'We are doomed,' she said. 'We are all doomed!'
'Take off your clothes,' he said.
She looked at him, speechless.
'Completely,' he said.
'Never!' she cried.
'Now,' he said.
I noted that the other Waniyanpi women, other than the two who had already stripped themselves, removed their clothing. Radish looked wildly about. Then she looked to the bloody point of the feathered lance. Then she looked into the eyes of Punpkin. She shuddered. She saw that he would not brook disobedience.
'Good,' said Pumpkin.
I saw that Radish, as I had once conjectured, was, all considered, not a bad-looking woman. Indeed, all things considered, she was rather attractive.
'I am the leader!' she said.
'Turn about, slowly, and then again face me,' he said. 'Good,' he said. I saw that radish, indeed was an attractive woman.
I saw that the Waniyanpi males were examining the other women as well. Some they had turn before them; some were, by the arms, forcibly turned about, for inspection; in the case of others the males themselves walked about the women, and the women knew themselves being bolding behild and appraised. This gave great joy to the men. I think that many of them, never before, had realized how soft and beautiful, how desireable, are women.
'Pumpkin!' protested Radish, tears in her eyes.
'I am not a vegetable,' he said. 'I am no longer Pumpkin.'
'I do not understand,' said Radish.
'I am taking a new name,' he said. 'I am taking the name 'Seibar'. I am now Seibar.' 'Seibar', incidentally, is a common Gorean name. It was the surname, for example, of a slaver in Kailiauk. Too, I had known two people in Ar by that name.
'Pumpkin!' she said.
'I am Seibar,' he said.
'That is not a Waniyanpi name,' she said.
'True,' he said.
'This is insolence,' she said. 'This is insubordination! Let me put on my clothing, quickly!'
'Whether or not you wear clothing,' he said, 'is my decision, and I will decide the matter if, when and how I please.'
'I am the leader!' she cried.
'Kneel,' he said.
One by one the Waniyanpi women knelt. Radish watched them in misery.
'Now,' said Seibar.
Radish knelt. She looked well at his feet.
'I am the leader!' she cried.
'No,' he said. 'You are only a woman.'
'We are all Sames!' she cried.
'No,' he said. 'You are a woman. I am a man. We are not the same.'
'The Teaching!' she cried. 'Remember the Teaching!'
'The Teaching is false,' he said. 'Surely you have known that. Surely you have used it long enough, for whatever reason, to subvert, deny and hide your sex.'
'No,' she said. 'No!'
'But now, no longer will you betray and conceal your sex. You will now, henceforth, objectively and openly, be what you are, a woman.'
'No!' she cried.
'Your lies, your subterfuges, your pretenses, are at an end.'
'No,' she wept.
'You will, henceforth, acknowledge your sex and be true to it. You will, henceforth, without deception, without qualification, in your thoughts, and in your most secret thoughts, and in your deportment, behavior and appreance, dare to express, your full femaleness, totally and honestly.'
'No, no,' she wept.
'Henceforward,' he said, 'You will be precisely what you are, a woman.'
'Please, no,' she said.
'I have said it,' said Seibar.
'Please,' she wept. 'Please, please.'
'It has been said,' he said.
She put down her head, shuddering.
'Naturally, there are sanctions attached to this command,' he said.
'I understand,' she said.
'And I do not think disobedience will be difficult to detect,' he said.
She nodded. An expression, a gesture, even a tone of voice o any thiny movement, might reveal reservation or disobedience. Safety, in such a situation, inasmuch as it lay anywhere, surely lay in abject and total compliance, beginning with interior submission, and issuing then in appropriate behavoirs. Radish would no longer be permitted to supress her womanhood. She must now reveal it, and in an uncompromising and authentic fashion. It had been decided by Seibar.
'What are you?' asked Seibar.
'I am a woman,' said Radish. There were tears in her eyes. She half chocked on the words.
'Ohhh,' said one or two of the Waniyanpi women, softly, thrilled, hearing Radish's admission.
Seibar handed the lance he held to Carrot, who placed it against the wall. He then, with a strap, crouched down, before Radish.
'What are you doing?' she asked.
He tied the strap about her right ankle and then, leaving her about six inches of slack, tied it also about her left ankle. He then took the strap up, and forward, between her legs, where, crossing her wrists, he preceeded to bind them together, tightly, before her body. He jerked shut the last knot, decisively. 'Binding you,' he said.
She tested the tight, flat leather circles confining her wrists, and small movement, one not intended to be observed. She turned white. she knew herself helpless.
'On your feet, woman,' said Seibar, hauling her by an arm to her feet.
She could not stand straight, as he had left her only some eighteen inches of strap between her left ankle and her bound wrists.
'Go to the men in this room and tell them what you are,' said Seibar.
Radish, bent over, with short steps, those of a length permitted her by the leather shackles, made her way to Carrot. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. 'I am a woman,' she said.
