'Put your ankles back,' I said.
I guided them into their places. The ankle stock is a simpler device, as the rear board is part of the bench. I then found the front board and fixed it in place. I then stepped back to regard her.
'Either the wrist or the ankle stocks would serve to keep you in place,' I said. However, the wrist stocks may be removed from the bench and serve as its own bond, if one wishes. Similarly it might be opened, if one wished, say, to free the prisoner's hands for feeding or, if she is a free female, perhaps for the signing of papers.' A slave, of course, being a domestic animal, cannot sign papers, not in a legal sense, no more than a tarsk or sleen. Her name, if she has one, is only a slave name, put on her for the convenience of a master. As she does not have a name in her own right, so, too, accordingly, she has no signature in her own right. 'To be sure,' I said. 'It is highly unlikely that a free female would be on this barge.'
She squirmed a little, uneasily, on the smooth wood. She tried again to withdraw her hands, futilely. She moved her ankles a little in the ankle stocks.
'Don't you think so?' I asked.
'Of course,' she said.
'You will probably agree that you are helpless,' I said.
'Yes,' she said.
'And yet,' I said, 'there is yet another device, a similar device, not chains and such, which is often utilized in the keeping of women on a barge such as this. It provides additional security. Also it helps them to keep clearly in mind that they are, if they are, slaves.'
She looked at me, puzzled.
Then I looked about and found one of the pairs of long boards, each board with its matching semicircular openings long enough to cover the five positions on one of the benches. I then inserted the rear board in the iron framework above the bench. 'Put your head back,' I said, 'so that your neck, resting back, is half encircled in the semicircular opening.' She did so. I then slid the matching board in place, frontally, in the framework, until its back flat edge was flush against the flat front edge of the rear board. In this fashion, by means of the matching semicircular openings in the two boards, her neck was fully, and closely, encircled. I then, by means of metal pins, passing through holes, and clips fastening together matching rings, secured the apparatus in place. As the boards were thick, her chin was forced up.
'How does it feel, Ina?' I asked.
'I am a free woman,' she said. 'I am a free woman!'
'Would you care to be transported over long distances in this fashion,' I asked, 'perhaps often in darkness?'
She regarded me.
'Doubtless it might be uncomfortable in such a barge, if the shutters were closed,' I said.
She moved her head a little, and her hands.
'You might also note that even if the windows were unshuttered,' I said, 'they are set well above the eye level of an occupant of one of these benches. On the other hand, from the deck, which is on a higher level, one can easily look down, and within.'
She squirmed, helplessly.
'Do you think the slaves kept in such devices can escape?' I asked.
'No,' she said.
'And do you think you might escape?'
'No,' she said.
'Do not hurt yourself on the wood,' I said.
She looked at me.
'To struggle in such devices, if you were a slave,' I said, 'might earn you a lashing.'
Tears came to her eyes.
'Presumably your master would not wish you to risk marking yourself, as that might lower your value.'
'I see,' she said, bitterly.
'Too,' I said, 'if you were a slave, presumably you would not wish to mark yourself either, for various reasons.'
She looked at me.
'Such might mar your beauty,' I said, 'and slaves, like other women, are vain of their beauty.'
'Some are so proud of it,' I said, 'that perhaps they should be lashed for it.'
She shuddered.
'Also,' I said, 'if a slave mars her beauty, she may then be less likely to be purchased by an affluent master.'
'I understand,' she said.
'Many women,' I said, 'prefer light duties in a rich man's house to heavy labors in a low-caste hovel.'
'I suppose so,' she said.
'Too,' I said, 'many would rather be a handsome master's perfumed pleasure slave, his treasure, than a drunken brute's kettle-and-mat girl.'
'Yes,' she said.
'A strange response from a free woman,' I observed. She looked to the side, her chin held high by the boards. 'You are probably one of the very few free women,' I said, 'who have ever sat upon such a bench.'
'You put me here!' she said.
'You were curious to know what it would be like,' I said. 'Why?'
'Nothing,' she said.
'Many free women are curious about such things,' I said, 'what it would be like to wear chains, to be subject to a whip, to have a master, such things.'
She did not meet my eyes.
'That is because they are slaves,' I said.
'I am a free woman!' she said. 'I am a free woman!'
'Do you regard your present restraints as improper?' I asked.
'Yes,' she said, 'as I am a free woman!'
'But yet you find them exciting,' I said.
She looked at me, startled.
'It is an easy enough matter to determine,' I said.
She shrank back, as she could.
'But for slaves,' I said, 'I suppose you would regard them as proper enough.'
'Yes,' she said, uncertainly.
'As I recall, you have little sympathy for slaves.'
'None, of course,' she said.
'Because they are slaves?'
'Yes,' she said, 'of course.'
'And they are totally other than you?' I asked.
'Yes,' she said.
'But if you were a slave,' I said, 'such things would be quite fitting for you?'
'I am not a slave!' she said.
'But if you were,' I said, 'you would regard your susceptibility to such things, your subjection to such things, as quite suitable, as quite desirable, perhaps even proper and imperative?'
'Yes!' she said.
'Where are you going?' she cried.
'Hunting,' I said.
'You cannot leave me here, like this!' she cried. I smiled.
'Do not go!' she said. 'I beg you not to go!'
'I shall be back,' I said, 'probably in a few Ahn.'
'What of me?' she said.
'You will remain where you are,' I said.
