yielded. The cage door was opened and I was pulled out. I was put on my back and the inan, swiftly, with numerous small keys, and some of the other tools, addressed himself to my collar lock. I felt the collar pulled away. Then, in a few Ehn, I had been freed, too, A the manacles, and then the shackles. I was turned to my stomach. My right wrist was tied to my left ankle. I struggled about, turning my head. I saw the golden sirik put back in he cage; it was not the sort of thing, I gathered, which these fellows would care to have found in their possession; I then saw the cage closed and the cover readjusted about it, then, together, the two men, with the rope, drew it slowly upward; in a few moments it hung quietly where it had before, when it had been occupied. If its lowering and raising had not been noticed, I did not think that now anyone would be likely to find anything amiss until morning, when it would be lowered and found empty. The cord which had fastened my wrist to my ankle was then removed and I was drawn to my feet. I was startled that I was put in no bonds. A cloak was handed to me. I drew it swiftly about my body and over my head, grasping it closed with my fists beneath my chin. Over my head as it was, and it being a short cloak, too, it fell midway, as I held it about me, on my calves. I was grateful not only for the disguise it afforded me, but, too, because it gave me some way to conceal my nakedness. I felt a hand at my back and I was conducted from the area of the tree and the suspended cage.
As we removed ourselves from that area we passed the slumped figures of two guards, an overturned flagon near them.
'Holdl' called a drunken voice, as we passed between tents.
We stopped. My left upper arm, now that we bad left the area of the tree and cage, under the cloak, was in the custody of the man on my left. He had taken it in charge almost immediately upon leaving the cage area. He did not wish to accept the risk, it seemed, that I might attempt to escape, perhaps impulsively attempting to dart away into the darkness. There was little danger of that now. His grip was like iron. I still held the cloak together, and about my face, with my right hand. I attempted to pull the cloak forward more, and averted my face, that my features might not be seen.
'Masks, eh?' said the newcomer. 'So she is a free woman, is she? But perhaps not for longl'
He laughed drunkenly, and staggered about, in front of us. He tried to reach for the cloak I held clutched about my face. I turned my face away, clutching the cloak about it.
'A modest pudding,' he said, surprised. 'Forgive me, Lady,' he said, bowing low. Then he staggered about, behind t us, again.
Then I suddenly felt the cloak being lifted behind t me. 'She has legs good enough to be those of a slave,' he said. We then proceeded on our way. I was shaking. Too, I N now had some idea of the publicness of a slave's body. I was pulled back. into the shadows between some tents. D Two guardsmen, with a lantern, passed. Then, gain, we threaded our way amongst the canvas-lined lanes of the camp of the men of Argentum.
Most of the tents were dark. Within some were small fires. When men passed between the fires and the canvas wall of the tent we could see their shadows on the canvas. In one tent a girl danced slowly, sensuously, before a seated male. Her skills suggested that she might be a camp slave, a girl from one of the strings of camp slaves, strings Of girls owned by authorized merchants, holding contracts for certain season or campaigns, kept within the camp, and traveling with it, for renting out to soldiers at fees stipulated in the contracts. Too, of course, she might be a girl even from Corcyrus, or another community, perhaps a paga girl. Such as these are sometimes brought to the camps on speculation. The fees for their use are not contractually controlled, as are those of the regular camp slaves, but the fees of the camp slaves, of course, being fixed and almost nominal, tend to exert a considerable, informal influence on the market; they set competitive standards, ensure realistic pricings and reduce the risk of excessive local profiteering. On Earth it is not unusual for a free woman to attempt to take a profit on her own beauty, using it, for example, if only in mate competitions, to advance herself economically. On Gor, however, if that same woman should be enslaved, she will soon discover that the profits accruing from her beauty belong now not to her, but to her master. This is quite appropriate. It, like she herself, is his.
As we passed another tent, a darkened one, I heard the,ounds of chains from within. 'Oh, more, Master, I beg you, please, more,' I heard, 'more, more, please, oh, my Master, more, please more, please more, my Master, I beg youl' How scandalized I was! What was it within, a harlot, a whore! But I feared it was far worse, something a thousand times lower, something a thousand times more despicable and helpless, a slave.
In a few moments we stopped, between some darkened tents. I was then lifted from my feet and placed, sitting, on he ground.
'Why are we stopping here?' I whispered. 'Who are you? What are you doing!' My last question was prompted by the fact that one of the men, the larger of the two, he who had held my left arm, had now crossed my ankles. He was now wrapping a long piece of binding fiber about them, sometimes looping them both, sometimes taking it about only one ankle, sometimes snaking it about both ankles and securing it between both with tightly drawn loops. He even, occasionally, threaded an end through other, already secured loops. He then pulled the entire tie tight. What he had done was far more elaborate and complex than was required to hold a girl's ankles. A loop or two, properly knotted, I did not doubt, would be adequate for the perfect accomplishment of such a task. Then, to my surprise, he placed the two loose ends of the binding fiber in my hands. I held them, puzzled. He bad not knotted the tie. Similarly no move had been made to secure my hands.
'Waitl' I whispered. 'Nol' I then understood what they intended. The smaller of the two men, he who had been so expert with the locks and chains, placed his fingers across my lips.
'Nol' I whispered. 'Don't leave me! Who are you? Why have you done what you have done?'
He increased the pressure of his fingers on my lips, and I was silent.
He leaned close to me and whispered. I did not recognize the voice.
'We have brought you here,,' he said. 'It is a half of a pasang from the cage.' I nodded, miserably.
'The camp will be awake in three Ahn,' he said.
I nodded.
He withdrew his fingers from my lips.
'Do not leave me!' I begged.
'The camp will be awake in three Ahn,' he said.
'Who are you?' I begged.
He was silent.
'Why have you done what you have done?' I asked.
'Once you did me a kindness,' he said. 'I have never forgotten.' 'What kindness?' I asked.
'Our accounts are now squared,' he said. 'It is done. The matter is finished.' 'And what, then, is his motivation?' I asked, indicating the', larger man. 'It is other than mine,' said the smaller man.
The larger man then drew his cloak away from me. I was then sitting in the dirt, naked, with my ankles fastened together, the two ends of the fiber clutched in my hands.
'Do not leave me,' I begged. 'Keep me. I am prepared even to be your slavel' The larger man suddenly, angrily, reached for my throat. I felt those large hands close about it. For an instant things went black. I know he could crush the life from me at his whim.
'Do not kill her,' said the other.
The hands left my throat.
I gasped. I swallowed painfully. The larger man retrieved his cloak.
The two men stood, preparing to take their leave.
'Do not leave me here, I beg you!' I whispered.
'Already, in this,' said the smaller man, 'you have been granted more than a hundred times the lenience and favor that you deserve.'
'Are you not my friends?' I asked.
'No,' said he. 'We are your enemies.'
I looked up at him, in misery.
'Farewell,' said he, 'Lady Sheila, villainess and tyranness of Corcyrus.' 'Wait!' I whispered.
But they were gone, and gone in different directions. I thought of crying out, but doubtless they would be away by the time men would come, and with their masks doffed, who would know them? I would succeed in doing little more than calling attention to myself.
'Wait' I whispered softly, piteously. But they had vanished.
'The camp will be awake in three Ahn,' the smaller man bad said.
Feverishly I began to unwind and unthread the binding fiber on my ankles. It took me better than an Ehn to
