“Excellent,” said the woman, from the other side of the stakes.
She looked at us. In the light from the recently built-up fire I could see her more clearly. I saw the brief skins, the bow. She had a golden armlet on her left arm, a golden anklet on her right ankle.
She was truly a panther girl.
“You are surrounded,” she said.
“Of course,” I said.
“You understand,” she asked, “that you might be now, should it please us, taken slave?” “Yes,” I said.
“Of what would you hold converse?” she asked.
“Let us speak,” I said.
“Remove some of the stakes,” she said, “and we will speak.”
I gestured to Thurnock.:Remove four stakes,” I said. Reluctantly the peasant giant did so.
The panther girl, her head high, strode into the camp. She looked about herself. Her eyes were strong, and fearless. With her foot she kicked the dropped weapons closer the fire, away from my men.
“Sit,” she said to them, indicating a place near the back of the wall of stakes, “and face the fire.” I indicated they should comply with her direction.
“More closely together,” she said.
I again indicated that they should comply with her directive.
She had had them face the fire, that their eyes might not quickly adapt to night vision. If the fire were suddenly extinguished they would, for an Ehn, for all practical purposes, be blind, at the mercy of the panther girls. They had been told to sit together that an arrow loosed into their midst could not but find a target.
The girl now sat down across from me, cross-legged, near the fire.
There was another sound from beyond the perimeter. I saw something white move in the darkness, stumbling between two panther girls.
A panther girl holding each arm, she was thrust into the camp. She was still braceleted, of course, but now her hands, in the bracelets, with binding fiber, had been tied close to her belly. Her brief white garment had been torn to her waist. The fillet was gone from her hair. Sheera was thrust forward, and forced to her knees, head down, by the fire. She had been much switched.
“We encountered this strayed slave,” said the girl.
“She is mine,” I said.
“Do you know who she was?” asked the girl.
I shrugged.:A slave,” I said.
There was laughter from girls beyond the perimeter, in the darkness. Sheera lowered her head still more.
“She was once a panther girl,” said the girl.:She was once Sheera, the panther girl.” “Oh,” I said.
The girl laughed. “She was a great rival to Verna. Verna now takes pleasure in returning her to you.” The girl looked at Sheera. “You wear a collar well, Sheera,” said she.
Sheera looked at her, her eyes glazed in pain.
“This merchant,” said the girl, “tells us that you are his slave. Is that true?” She looked at her, in fury.
“Speak, Slave,” said the girl.
“Yes,” said Sheera, “he is my master.”
The girl laughed, and so, too, did the others. Then the girl looked at me, and nodded at Sheera. “Is she any good?” she asked.
I looked at Sheera. “Yes,” I said, “she is quite good.”
Sheera looked away, in fury, and put down her head. There was much laughter from the girls.
“We will take four arrow points for her,” said the girl, “for returning her to you.” “Your fee is quite reasonable,” I remarked.
“More than enough,” said the girl, “for a cheap girl.”
Sheera’s fists were clenched. Then she put her head down, and wept, a slave. I indicated that one of the girl’s companions might remove four arrow points from the pack of trade goods. She did remove four, just four, and no more. “So you are Verna?” I asked the girl “No,” she said.
I looked disappointed.
She regarded me warily. “You seek Verna?” she asked.
“I have come far,” I admitted, to do business with her.” I looked at the girl, not much pleased. “I had understood that this was the territory ranged by Verna and her band.” “I am of the band of Verna,” said the girl.
“Good,” I said. I was now more pleased.
The girl facing me was blond, and blue-eyed, like many panther girls. She was lovely, but cruel looking. She was not particularly tall.
For some reason, I found myself not displeased that this woman was not Verna. “I am Bosk, of Tabor,” I said.
“I am Mira,” she said.
“Do you come from Verna?” I asked. “Can you speak for her?”
“Yes,” she said. “For whom do you speak?”
“For myself,” I said.
“That is interesting,” she said. Then she mused, “Verna told us that Marlenus of Ar would not approach us as you have done, and that he would not use a merchant to do his business for him.” I shrugged. “She is probably right,” I said. Marlenus, with men, would hunt the forests. He would not be likely to address himself to a panther girl unless she was stripped and knelt before him in slave chains.
“Do you know Marlenus is in the forest?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, “I have heard that.”
“Do you know the location of his camp?” she asked.
“No,” I said, “other than the fact that it is said to be somewhere north or northeast of Laura.” “We know where it is” said Mira.
“I am interested in obtaining,” I said, “a woman, who is rumored to be a prisoner in Verna’s camp.” “A slave?’ smiled Mira.
“Perhaps,” I said. “She is said to be dark haired, very beautiful.” “You speak of Talena,” smiled Mira, the daughter of Marlenus of Ar.” “Yes,” I said. “Is she in your camp?” “Perhaps,” said Mira. “Perhaps not.” “I am prepared to offer much,” I told her. “I am prepared to offer weights in gold.” The weight is ten Gorean stone. A Gorean stone is approximately four pounds in weight.
“If you obtained her,” said Mira, “would you sell her back to Marlenus of Ar, for even more?” “It is not my intention,” I said, “to take a profit on her.” Mira stood up. I, too, stood up.
“Tens of weights of gold,” I said to Mira.
But I looked into her eyes, I realized that Talena was not for sale. “Is the girl in your camp?” I asked.
“Perhaps,” said Mira, “Perhaps not.”
“Set a price on her,” I said.
“These woods,” said Mira, “belong to panther girls. In the morning, Merchant, leave them.” I faced her.
“It is well for you,” said the girl, lifting the four arrow points she had received for the return of Sheera, “that e have done business.” I nodded, understanding her.
She looked at my men, as a man might have looked upon women. “Some of these men,” she said, “seem interesting. They are strong and handsome. They would look well in the chains of slaves.” She strode to the opening in the stakes, and there turned, again to face me. “Be warned,” said she. “These are the forests of panther girls. Leave them!” “I understand,” I said.
“And, Merchant,” said she, “do not seek hereafter to mix in the affairs of Verna and Marlenus.” “I understand,” I said.
The girl turned and, swiftly, disappeared in the shadows, the others disappearing with her.
My men leaped to their feet and seized their weapons.
I went to Sheera, and lifted her head. “Did you see Verna?” I asked her. “Yes,” she said.
“Were you at the camp?” I asked.
“No,” she said.
“Do they hold Talena?” I demanded. I held her cruelly by the shoulders. “I do not know,” she said.
I released her.
“Did Verna give you any message for me?” I asked.
“It is unimportant,” she said.
“What was it?” I asked.
“It concerns me,” said Sheera, head down.
“What was the message?” I asked.
“I am to say it to you,” whispered Sheera.
“Say it,” said I.
“Teach me slavery,” whispered Sheera. Then she put her head down.
I thrust her aside with my foot, furious. “Thurnock,” said I, “replace the stakes.” The peasant giant did so.