not the first chosen.
I was brushed by a fellow in the darkness. While I could still see him I checked my wallet. It was there, intact. The two usual modalities in which such folks work are to cut the strings of the wallet from the belt, carrying it away, or to slit the bottom of the wallet, allowing the contents to slip into their hand. Both actions require skill.
I saw a line of five slave girls, kneeling, abreast, their hands tied behind their back. bits of meat were thrown to them, one after the other. A catch scored two points for the master. A missed piece might be sought by any of the girls, scrambling about, on their bellies. She who managed to obtain it received one point for her master. The girls were encouraged from the sidelines, not only by their masters but by the crowd as well, some of whom placed bets on the outcome.
'Would you like to purchase a yellow ostrakon?' asked a fellow. I had hardly heard him. I looked about, regarding him. His hood was muchly pulled about his face. Were his offer genuine, I would indeed be eager to purchase such an object.
'Such are valuable,' I said.
'Only a silver tarsk,' he said.
'Are you a resident of Ar?' I asked.
'I am leaving the city,' he said. 'I fear Cos.'
'But Cos is to be met and defeated on the march to Ar,' I said.
'I am leaving the city,' he said. 'I have no longer a need for the ostrakon.'
'Let me see it,' I said.
Surreptitiously, scarcely opening his hand, he showed it to me.
'Bring it here, by the light,' I said.
Unwillingly he did so. I took it from his hand.
'Do not show it about so freely,' he whispered.
I struck him heavily in the gut and he bent over, and sank to his knees. He put down his head. He gasped. He threw up into the dirt near the fire.
'If you cannot hold your paga, go elsewhere,' growled a peasant.
The fellow, in pain, in confusion, in agony, looked up at me.
'It is indeed a yellow ostrakon,' I said, 'and oval in shape, as are the current ostraka.'
'Pay me,' he gasped.
'Only this morning I was at the sun gate,' I told him, 'where the current lists are posted, the intent of which is to preclude such fraud as you would perpetrate.'
'No,' he said.
'The series of this ostrakon,' I said, 'was discontinued, probably months ago.'
'No,' he said.
'You could have retrieved from a carnarium,' I said. This was one of the great refuse pits outside the walls.
I broke the ostrakon in two and cast the pieces into the fire.
'Begone,' I said to the fellow.
He staggered to his feet and, bent over, hobbled quickly away. I had not killed him.
'They may have to give up ostraka,' said the peasant sitting cross-legged by the fire.
'Why?' I asked.
'It is dangerous to carry them,' he said. 'Too many folks are killed for them.'
'What then will Ar do?' I asked.
'I think she will shut her gates,' he said.
'But her forces are interposed between her gates and Cos,' I said.
'True,' said the peasant.
I then continued my search for Marcus and Phoebe. He was, of course, quite proud of her. I did not doubt but what he was now circulating about, seemingly merely wandering about, but showing her off. She would surely be one the most fetching slaves in the area.
How lofty, I thought, are the walls of Ar. Yet they were only of stone and mortar. They could be breached. Her bridges could be, as the Goreans have it, washed in blood. But there were forces of Ar between her walls and banners of Cos. It was well.
I stopped for a moment to watch an amusing race. Several slave girls are aligned, on all fours, poised, their heads down. Then, carefully, a line of beans, one to a girl, is placed before them. She must then, on all fours, push the bean before her, touching it only with her nose. The finish line was a few yards away. 'go!' I head. The crowd cheered on its favorites. On this sport, as well as on several others, small bets were placed. Sometimes a new slave, one who has recently been a haughty, arrogant free woman, is used in such a race. Such things, aside from their amusing, and fitting, aspects, are thought to be useful in accommodating her to her new reality, that of the female slave. In them she learns something more of the range of activities that may be required of her.
I passed two fellows wrestling in a circle, others watching.
Another group, gathered about a fire, were singing and passing about a bota, I presume, of paga.
I passed a pair of fellows intent over a Kaissa board. It seemed they were in their own world.
A female slave passed me, looking shyly down. She moved, excellently. I saw another regarding me. She was on her master's leash. I recalled that Phoebe, too, had been on a leash. Perhaps by now, I though, Marcus would have returned with his slave, suffering in her need, to the tent, if only to satisfy himself with her, for he, too, I was certain, was in an agony to have her. Yet, in spite of his need, his intense desire for her, which it seemed he would choose to conceal from her, and her obvious, even explicitly expressed piteous need, which he chose to ignore, thereby supposedly, I suppose, indicating to her its meaninglessness to him, he had, as though nothing were afoot, simply taken her from the tent, as though merely to take in the sights, to see what might be seen in the camp. If Marcus had returned to the tent by now, of course, I did not think it would do for me to drop back, at least just yet. I wondered if, even now, Phoebe might be writhing at his mercy in an intricate slave binding, one which might make her so much the more helpless under his touch. Yet, given what I knew of Marcus, and his will, and determination, he was probably still about in the camp. But how long, I wondered, could he hold out. Certainly Phoebe had been superb in her tunic, adjusted on her by the slave girdle. The mere sight of her had led me to hurry to the mats. I supposed, however, that they were somewhere about. Knowing Marcus I would suppose so. He was excellent at gritting his teeth. I wondered if Phoebe had dared yet, in her need, to come close to him, on her leash, or even, perhaps, to brush against him, perhaps as though inadvertently. If Marcus though such a thing deliberate on her part it might have earned her another cuffing. To be sure, it doubtless amused Marcus, or seemed fitting to him, to lead her about on her leash, suffering in a need which might be detectable even in the darkness and the shifting shadows. He might regard that as quite appropriate for a 'slut of Cos.'
There was, from one side, a sudden sound of grunting and the cracking of great staffs, and urging cries from men. Two fellows, brawny lads, in half tunics, were doing staff contest. Both were good. Sometimes I could scarcely follow the movements of these weapons. 'Watch him!' called a fellow to one of the contestants. 'Cheers for Rarir!' called another. 'Aii!' cried one of the lads, blood at the side of his head and ear, stumbling to the side. 'Good blow!' cried an onlooker. But the lad came back with redoubled energy. I stayed for a moment. The lad from Rarir, as I understood it, then managed to pierce the guard of his opponent and thrust the staff into the fellow's chest. He followed this with a smiting to the side of the fellow's head which staggered him. he then, at the last moment, held back. the opponent, dazed, sat back in the dirt, laughing. 'Victory for Rarir!' cried one man. 'Pay us!' called another. Extending his hand to the foe the victor pulled him to his feet. They embraced. 'Paga! Paga for both!' called a fellow.
I circled about a bit.
I saw no sight of Marcus or his lovely slave. Perhaps they had returned to the tent.
In one place, hearing the jingling of bells, I went over to a large open circle of fellows to watch a game of 'girl catch.' There are many ways in which this game, or sort of game, is played. In this one, which was not untypical, a female slave, within an enclosure, her hands bound behind her back, and hooded, is belled, usually with common slave bells at the collar, wrists and ankles and a larger bell, a guide bell, with its particular note, at her left hip. Some fellows then, also hooded, or blindfolded, enter the enclosure, to catch her. Neither the quarry nor the hunters can see the other. The girl is forbidden to remain still for more than a certain interval, usually a
