doubtless delighted to renew her acquaintance with the soldier. Certainly he, at any rate, would be delighted. Even if she were not the same woman, she had been making her living in the same way, and had had the same name. That might well have been enough to interest him in buying her. If she were the same woman, I did not think I would envy her, to find herself in the possession of her former dupe. She might too, I supposed, discover that their relationship might have, indeed, something of a physical aspect. Indeed, it would then be a totalistic relationship, the most totalistic relationship possible between a man and a woman, that in which she is total slave, and he absolute master. 'This woman, in effect,' I said, 'made her living in the same way as your Liomache.'
'Kill her,' said a man.
'Do not kill me, please!' said Klio.
The eyes of many of the men were hard upon her.
'She exploited men,' said a fellow.
'I will not do it again!' cried Klio.
She looked from face to face, but found little to comfort her in those countenances.
Too, besides their anger, these men were Goreans, and many of them regarded women in terms of the perfection of the collar. Too, many had been frustrated by free women, and free women in their own city. It was a rare fellow who did not, from time to time, regard the women of his own city as quite as suitable for collaring as those of other cities. Were they not all women? Many Goreans, for example, rejoiced in the situation in Tharna, where almost every female is a slave.
'I will not do it again!' whispered Klio.
'You may attempt to do it, as you please, in the future,' I said, 'but I think you will do it within the limits of the collar.'
'Oh, please, no!' she wept.
'I have shaken the leash, once,' I said. 'You did not then perform. Fortunate it was for you then that you were a free woman, and not a slave. Even so, I was not pleased. Do you understand?'
'Yes!' she said.
'Now, when I shake it again, you will perform.'
She put her head down, trembling.
'Do you understand?' I asked.
'Yes,' she whispered.
'You must remember, gentlemen,' I said, 'she is only a free woman.' I shook the leash and Lady Klio, naked, attempted to perform.
Some of the men laughed.
'Surely you can do better than that,' I said.
She sank to her stomach, in the dirt, at the bottom of the trench, weeping. 'Whip her,' said a tall fellow, watching her, with his arms folded. She looked up at him, frightened.
His eyes suddenly glinted. I had not seen what passed between them but I suspect that he had seen in her eyes something swift, some flash of sudden fear and recognition, that she had seen him as her master.
Then she put down her head again and there, in the dirt, shuddered.
'On your knees,' I said. 'Now,'
She cried out, and rose quickly to her knees.
'Knees spread,' I said.
She knelt there, her knees spread. She blushed crimson. It seemed she could not take her eyes off the tall fellow.
'Perform,' I encouraged her. 'Move. Call attention to your charms.' Again the Lady Klio began to perform, as she could.
'It may not be much, gentlemen,' I informed them, holding the leash, 'but surely for such a woman it is an unusual activity. I suspect that she is not accustomed to doing it. Perhaps in the future she will be better at it. Look, gentlemen. Little as it may be, I suspect this is far more than was provided for the many chaps who paid for her meals, her lodging, her wardrobe, her transportation, her luxuries, her claimed needs, her numerous bills.'
'Continue to perform,' I said. 'You may leave your knees, but do not rise to your feet.'
She regarded me, in wild protest.
'Yes?' I said.
'Do not make me do these things,' she begged. 'Do not make me dance and writhe so. I am a free woman!'
'Your freedom will soon be a matter of the past,' I told her. 'How well you do now could influence the quality of your life in the future.'
'Do not fear,' I said. 'I know you are truly a slave. I learned it in your kiss, when you were shackled at the wall at the Crooked Tarn. I think that perhaps, in the same kiss, you learned it.'
The men laughed. She sneaked a glance at the tall fellow, and then, hastily, put down her head. He smiled.
'Lady Elene, of Tyros, your friend, whom you remember from the Crooked Tarn, and the coffle,' I said, 'is even now in a slave collar. ' It had been put on her within moments of her sale.
Klio looked back at me.
'In her performance,' I said, 'the slave, unrestrained, emerged quickly and in moments the woman discovered that it was she. It pleased the men abundantly. It brought a good price. It is now collared.'
Klio sobbed.
'Frankly,' I said, 'I had not expected you to be inferior to her.' She looked at me, angrily.
'But perhaps the women of Tyros,' I said, 'are superior to those of Cos?' 'I think not,' said a man, rather angrily.
There was laughter from the others. I supposed he must be Cosian, natively. 'But then,' I said, 'it is said, I have heard, that those of Port Kar prize Cosians as slaves.'
'Show us what a Cosian can do,' said a man.
'Thus,' I said, 'it seems that it is not, really, that the women of Tyros are superior to the women of Cos, but merely that, in your particular case, you are inferior to the Lady Elene.
She looked at me, again, angrily.
'But that is only to be expected, upon occasion, I suppose,' I said, 'that some woman of Tyros would be superior to some woman of Cos. Too, it is no disgrace to be inferior to the Lady Elene, who is quite attractive and, in time, might even make a dancer.'
'I am not inferior to Elene,' she said, angrily.
The men laughed at her vehemence.
She looked at the tall fellow.
I quickly then, that she would feel the authoritative signal of the leash and collar rings while she was looking at the tall fellow, shook the leash. 'Ah!' said a fellow.
I was quite pleased then with Klio.
My expectation, I then felt, that she would prove to be the most exciting and desirable of the two, was borne out. That was why I had saved her for last, of course, for use in the trench closest to Ar's Station. To be sure, I might have been somewhat prejudiced, for I remembered Klio's lovely dark hair, and I tend to be partial to brunets. Who, eventually, would prove to be the best slave I did not know. Let such women compete desperately with one another, and with other slaves, each striving to be the best.
One of the men cried out with pleasure.
That had been an excellent leash move, to be sure. Klio displayed herself brilliantly on the leash. Such things seem very natural for a woman. perhaps they are, to some extent, like slave dance, instinctive, the biological template, or genetic dispositions for them, having been selected for thousands of years ago, the most pleasing of captive women, perhaps, those squirming best on their tethers, or in their bonds, tending to be utilized for sexual conquest. Perhaps, however, they are associated, in their way, with something even deeper, something clearly selected for, the biological need of a woman to belong, to be approved of and to love.
'Superb!' said a fellow.
I wondered if Klio, sensing these deep, dark, wonderful, frightening things within her, the rightfulness of the
