soft. We need only please and be beautiful. We had silks, perfumes, cosmetics, and jewelry. Let such things be our concern. We were ignorant, almost entirely so, of what went on outside. Indeed, that was appropriate for us. It was not ours to be informed. That is not the sort we were. Sometimes, when there were harsh sounds in the street outside, I looked at some of the others, and saw them regarding one another, fear in their eyes, drawing their silks more closely about themselves. There was a world on the other side of the wall, a world quite different from that to which they were accustomed. It was a harsh, violent, impatient, exacting world. Were they to find themselves within it I did not doubt but that they would discover their lives considerably transformed. I myself, however, did not wish to remain in the garden. I had seen a world much more real outside the wall. It was in that world that I wished to be, even with its cruelties and dangers. It was not that I was dissatisfied with my condition, you understand, because I had come to understand what I was, and to rejoice in it. It was, rather, that I wished to be what I was outside the wall, not within the wall, not within the garden. Indeed, within the wall, I could not fully realize my natural condition, not to its fullest extent, what I was. One required for that a full world, with its thousands of ramifications and perils. I would have preferred a rag, if permitted that, outside the wall, to the silks and jewels of a favorite within.
I had heard voices coming from the house. I had then, swiftly, as swiftly as I could, given the stones, withdrawn from the wall. It had hurt to do so, cruelly, but it would be far worse to be discovered there, as the wall is forbidden. Indeed, it is forbidden even to enter upon the expanse of stones inside it, at its foot. Oh, I should not have gone to it, of course. It is forbidden. I had looked about, however. I had done my best to make sure that I had not been observed.
I had been sure that I had not been observed.
It had been my intention to circle about, though the shrubbery, and the tiny, lovely trees in the garden, to the vicinity of the fountain.
But I had scarcely entered upon the grass when I had heard a man’s voice. “Stop,” he had said.
I had knelt, of course, immediately, and put my head down ot the grass, the palms of my hands, too, on the grass.
How could it be a man, here, at this time of day?
I did not raise my head. I had not received permission to do so.
I did not break position.
I had not received permission to do so.
I was in the light silk. It was extremely brief, and was, for most practical purposes, diaphanous. Certainly it left little doubt as to my lineaments.
I knelt before him, my head down to the grass, my palms on the grass.
Who was he?
What could he want?
6
“On your belly,” had said a man.
I complied.
It is unthinkable on this world that such a command not be obeyed instantly, or, at least, that one such as I not obey it instantly.
And so I lay on my belly, on the colorful tiles, in one of the sales rooms in the pens.
Too, of course, one does not simply sprawl on one’s belly. There are ways, diverse ways, of assuming this position. We are taught them. Other women, women unlike us, one supposes, do not know them. They, too, of course, can be taught. In this house, such a command, unqualified, requires that the head be turned to the left and the arms be placed down, beside the body, the palms up. A slightly different command requires the crossing of the wrists behind the back and the crossing of the ankles, as well. This is sometimes used when one is to be bound. If one receives permission to look up, or is commanded to do so, which is frightening, the hands are normally placed to the sides, at the shoulders, and one then lifts one’s upper body. The belly itself, of course, remains in contact with the surface on which one lies, the grass, the dirt, the gravel, the deck, the floor, the tiles, whatever the surface may be. But there are numerous variations in such things, as there are in ways to kneel, ways to hurry, ways to serve, ways to crawl to the furs, and such. There are even ways in which the whip, if called for, is to be brought. In our training, as you might suppose, we learn many things. In time our training, extending even to the tiniest nuances of attitude, and to the smallest movements and gestures, is internalized, indeed, in such a way that we are no longer, or seldom, even aware of it, it having become, in effect, the way we are. There is a world of difference between us and certain other women, women unlike us, as you might suppose, but what is perhaps less obvious, and what might be pointed out, is that there are considerable differences amongst us, even those such as I, as well. Consider merely the matter of training. One of us who is trained will normally, other things being equal, be appraised more highly than one who is not, one who is superbly trained will normally, other things being equal, be appraised more highly than one who is merely well trained, and so on. I refer, of course, to appraisals in a practical, factual manner, having to do, for example, with what men will pay for us.
“She bellies well,” observed a man.
“Has she been long in the pens?” inquired another.
“Not long,” said he who had spoken first.
“Has she made progress?” asked a fellow.
“She has made excellent progress,” said another.
“Can she understand what we are saying?” asked another.
“Yes,” said another.
“She is quite intelligent then,” asked one of the men. I did not recognize his voice. I did not think I knew him. I had not, of course, looked boldly about. Too, when one is on one’s belly, with the head turned to the side, one is scarcely in a position to study the countenances about one. Too, even if one is standing, or working, or serving, one seldom meets the eyes of such men directly.
“Considering her origin, and what she is, she is extremely intelligent,” said a man.
“Good,” said the fellow who had spoken before, him I did not recognize. But, to be sure, he was with three or four others who, too, I did not know, or doubted that I knew. They were from outside the house. I was sure of that.
“She is absolutely ignorant of the political situation?” asked the fellow I did not know.
“Yes,” said a man.
“She is from the world, Earth,” pointed out another.
“There is such a place?” asked a man, one of those I did not know.
“Yes,” he was assured.
“It is an excellent source of stock,” said another.
“And she has only recently arrived on our world,” asked one of those I did not know.
“Recently enough,” he heard.
“She has been in the pens?” asked another, one of those I did not know.
“She has not been outside them since her arrival,” said a man.
That was true. I had little, if any, idea of the nature of the world to which I had been brought.
“Are you interested in her?” asked one of the men I knew, one from the house.
“Have her stand, and turn,” said a man.
I heard the snapping of fingers.
Quickly I rose to my feet, and turned, before them.
“Interesting,” said a man.
“Clasp your hands behind the back of your head,” said a fellow from the house.
I complied.
“Arch your back,” said another.
My left foot was now slightly advanced. I was bent backwards, by back arched. My hands were clasped behind the back of my head.
