I then walked away. As I left, I heard her crying out in ecstasy and heard, too, the uncomporimising, triumphant roars, unrestrained, bestial and victorious, of his ownership of her, a slave, a girl named Winyela, whom I had prepared for his lodge.
Chapter 11
IT IS IN THE TIME OF FESTIVALS
"Canka is extremely pleased," said Cuwignaka, coming up to me. It was the day following Winyela's disciplining and my delivery of her, suitably informed and improved, to the lodge of Canka.
"I am pleased to hear it," I said. I was fond of Canka and, too, I supposed, I should be pleased, as I was, in strict fact, his slave, and had had what amounted, as I now understood clearly, to what was a charge, or at least an invitation in the matter.
"He is permitting her a dress of soft tabuk skin," said Cuwignaka, "creamy white and soft-tanned, though, to be sure, of slave length. Too, he has given her beads and moccasins. He had braided her hair. He has painted her face, for the time of the feasts."
"Marvelous," I said. It is not unusual for a master to care for a slave's hair. Too, they will, upon occasion, groom kaiila and tie streamers and ribbons in their long manes. That he had painted her face was also impressive. Usually, among the Kaiila, it is free women who are permitted face paint, and then, commonly only at times of great festivals. This paint is commonly applied by the woman's mate.
"I have never seen Canka so happy," said Cuwignaka.
"I am pleased," I said.
"You should see Winyela," he said. "She is joyful, alluring and superb."
"Excellent," I said. I was pleased to think that I may have had a handin her transformation. To be sure, I had done little other than to put them together as true master and true slave.
"I, myself," said Cuwignaka, "feel the need of a slave."
"Grunt would be pleased," I said, "at your least indication of intrest, to strip Wasnapohdi and put her to your feet."
"That is true," said Cuwignaka.
"She is hot and beautiful," I said.
"I was thinking more of my own slave," said Cuwignaka.
"You could probably buy one cheaply from the Isanna," I said. "They have many sleek-flanked slaves in their girl herds."
"I was thinking more in terms of a red slave," said Cuwignaka.
"Doubtless you have considered the warpath," I said, "the capture of a girl, the brining of her back, naked and bound, a tether on her neck, running her at the flank of your kaiila."
"Twice I did not take the warpath," said Cuwignaka, "because I had no quarrel with the Feer. It would now seem somewhat hypocritical on my part, would it not, to take the warpath not to deal vengeance and destruction to the enemy, but mearly for my own selfish purposes, to procure a female."
"Perhaps you are right," I said. "How do you feel about kaiila raids?"
"I see littel wrong with them." said Cuwignaka. "That is not so much war as it is sport. We raid the Fleer. They raid us. And so it goes."
"What, then," I asked, "about a girl hunt, or a girl raid?"
"Perhaps," said Cuwignaka. "That, too, is more in the nature of a sport than anything else."
I knew that red savages occasionally went on girl raids. To be sure, the kaiila raid was much more common. The exploit marking, painting on the forequarters of a kaiila for captured kaiila, resembles an inverted 'U'. This convention has a heritage, clearly, it seems to me, which traces back to an animal other than the kaiila an animal, indeed, indigenous not to Gor, but to a distant world, one from which came the ancestors of the red savages. It seems clearly to be related not to a pawed, but to a hoofed animal. The usual exploit marking for a captured female is also a conventional representation. It resembles a pair of parentheses enclosing a vertical line. It seems to be a stylized representation, rather brazen, I think, of delicate female intimacies. There is, incidentally, no common, often-used sign for a captured male, comparable to that for the captured female. Males lf the enemy are selcom captured. They are usually killed. In the coup codes, opaque red circles on feathers usually stand for enemies slain.
"But," said Cuwignaka, "I was thinking not so much in terms of any red slave, as of some red slave."
"I see," I said. "Well, my friend, put the dream of Bloketu from your mind. She cannot be captured. She is Kaiila, and she is the daughter of a chief."
"I know," smiled Cuwignaka. Such a woman, even though she might be haughty and insolent, stood outside of Kaiila capture permissions. She was safe from the Kaiila.
"What is that you have there?" I asked. When Cuwignaka had come up to me he had been carrying an oblong object wrapped in rawhide.
"I have not forgotten it," he laughed. "I bring it from the lodge of Canka."
"What is it?" I asked.
"You may keep it," said Cuwignaka, "until the end of the festivals."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Look," he said, unwrapping the object.
"Ah!" I said.
"Canka was very pleased with your work with Winyela," said Cuwignaka.
"Apparently," I said.
"He desires that you keep this until the festivals' end."
I looked at the object. It was heavy, supple, beaded kaiila quirt. It was a symbol, of course, more than anything else. It gave its bearer warrior rights to open slaves, those not housed in private lodges, for the duration of the festivals. It was good for all of the girl herds of the Kaiila.
"This is very generous on the part of Canka," I said.
"He likes you," said Cuwignaka. "Also, as you know, he never wished to make you his slave. It was only that he had to do that, or have you attacked on the prairie, for having freed me from the stakes. Indeed, he is only waiting, I think, for an appropriate and safe time to free you. He must, of course, as having been a Blotanhunka, be judicious and politic in how he handles this matter."
"He is very generous," I said.
"I think he will free you during the feasts and giveaways," said Cuwignaka, smiling. "It would seem natural to do it then. Too, I think you will now be farily safe among the Kaiila, even without a collar. They are used to you now, and they know that you are my friend."
"This is welcome news, indeed," I said. For too long had I been inactive in my true mission n the Barrens, that of attempting to contact the Kur war genderal, Zarendargar, Half-Ear, and warn him of the death squad, determined remnants of which still survived, that was hunting him, that commanded by Kog and Stardak, the latter of Blood, a high officer, of the Kurii. My only clue to his whereabouts was a story hide, now in the keeping of Grunt. On this hide, among other things, was the representation of a shield bearing Zarendagar's image. If I could find the owner of this shield I might then, hopefully, be able to locate Zarendargar.
"Too," said Cuwignaka, "I think Canka may buy a woman for you, as a gift, after the festivals, one to do your unpleasant work and warm you, helplessly, in the furs."
"He must indeed be pleased with Winyela," I smiled.
"He is," said Cuwignaka. "And, too, I might mention, though I do not know if it is appropriate to do so or not, that they are much in love with each other."
"She must, nonetheless, be kept as a complete slave," I said.
"Have no fear," said Cuwignaka. "She will be."
I was pleased to hear this. The Earth redhead, under an iron discipline, would blossom most beautifully in her love.
"Should Canka get me a woman," I said, "I will put her, too, of course, completely at your disposal. I will see that she provides you, too, unquestioninly, with any intimacy that you might desire."
"How well things are going for us all!" said Cuwignaka. "A Yellow-Knife delegation is due in camp today. This is the time of the dances and feasts. Canka is happy. You may soon be free and I, Cuwignaka, Woman's Dress, will enter tomorrow the great lodge of the dance."