Of course," I said. Men arie such brutest How helpless are the slavesl "There, where you see the trees," said Drusus Rencius, again, "is the garden of Antisthenes."
"Yes," I said. We had visited it twice. It was there, on our second visit, that I had first tried to entice Drusus Rencius to kiss me. The second time had been after we had witnessed the fencing matches. I had been rejected both times. I wondered if I would have been rejected had I been a collared slave. To be sure, he might have made "me whimper and beg for his kiss.
I rejected an impulse to kneel before Drusus Rencius. How I hated himl
6 The Sirik
"There are places you have not taken me in Corcyrus," I reminded him. "Perhaps," he granted me.
"There was a place two days ago," I said, "which we passed in the afternoon." "Surely you heard the music which was coming from within?" he asked. "Yes," I said. It would not be easy to forget that music, so melodious, so exciting and sensual.
"A girl was dancing within," he said. "It was a paga tavern."
"You did not let me enter," I said.
"Such girls often dance in little more than jewels, or chains," he said. "It is better, I think, too, that free women not see how they look at men and bow they move before them."
"I see," I said. "And bow do men find such women?"
"It is in the best interests of the woman," said be, "that the men find her pleasing, very pleasing." see," I said, shuddering. I wondered if I could be pleasing to a man in that way, dancing before him, and then, later, if he had paid my owner my price, in an alcove. Most girls in such a place, I had heard from Susan, but generally not the dancers, came merely with the price of the drink itself. I supposed that if one were a dancer, and was then serving in an alcove, an additional price having been paid for one's use, one would have to strive to be particularly good. Gorean men, I was sure, would see to it that they got their money's worth. "Sometimes I feel sorry for slaves, mere slaves," I said.
"Do not," lie said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"As you suggest," he said, "they are merely slaves."
"Of course," I said, bitterly.
"Does Lady Sheila identify with slaves?" be asked.
"No," I said. "Of course nott"
"Good," lie said.
"Why is it good?" I asked.
"It is said," he said, "that she who identifies with slaves wants the collar on her own neck."
"No!" I cried.
"It is only a saying," he said. "Another such saying is that she who identifies with slaves is a slave."
"Absurd!" I said.
"Doubtless," lie said.
"But if I were a slave," I said, poutingly, "I suppose I would have to obey. I would have to do what I was told." I stood quite close to him. I was quite small compared to him.
His size and masculinity made me feel weak.
"Yes," he said, looking down into my eyes. "In such circurnstances, you would have to obey. You would have to do what you were told."
I turned away from him, suddenly, frightened, and looked again out over the wall, toward the fields. The tarns, now, were again on my right.
"It is fortunate that I am not a slave," I laughed.
"Yes," he said.
"Soldiers, too, are to obey, are they not?" I asked.
"Lady?" he asked.
"Hereafter," I said, "when I wish to go somewhere, or do something, I shall expect you to respect my wishes."
"If Lady Sheila is dissatisfied with my services," he said, "she need only call this to the attention of Ligurious, first minister of Corcyrus. A replacement, perhaps one more pleasing to her, may then be assigned."
"N"ile you are assigned as my guard," I said, "you will obey me. I shall decide if, or when, you are relieved of your duties, or even if you are to be discharged entirely from the service of Corcyrus."
"Yes, Tatrix," be said.
"Your services are not entirely displeasing to me," I said, "but it is my intention to see that they are improved. I am Tatrix of Corcyrus."
"Yes, Tatrix," he said.
"Should I wish to enter a paga tavern, for example," I said, you will accompany me."
"In most paga taverns," he said, "free women are not permitted. In some they are."
"I see," I said. To force an entry to such a place, I then understood, might necessitate an altercation, one perhaps ensuing in the exposure of my identity as the Tatrix. A common free woman, for example, might simply be forbidden to cross certain thresholds.
"Too," he said, "even if commanded, I could not knowingly lead you into danger, for example, into certain sections of the city at night. It is my duty to protect the Tatrix, not to place her in jeopardy."
"You are an excellent guard, Drusus," I said. "You are right, of course." "I could take you to a tavern in which families are served," he said. "It was not such a tavern I had in mind," I said.
"Oh," he said.
"Slaves can enter taverns, can they not?" I asked.
"If on an errand, or in the company of, a free person," he said.
"There seems little concern for their sensibilities," I observed.
"Sometimes," said he, "they are even taken to such places by their masters, that they may see the paga slaves, and the dancers, and thus learn from them how to serve even more deliciously and lasciviously in the privacy of their own quarters."
"What if I were clothed as a slave?" I asked.
"It is unthinkable!" he said.
I was pleased that this thought, obviously, had touched a nerve in him. I wondered if he had speculated, privately, on what I might look like clad as a slave, or perhaps, in chains, not clad at all. Many men had probably wondered what I looked like, naked. I had always been rather jealous, rather privat~, about my body, though. I had never had a master who might simply order me to strip. I had been seen naked, of course, by the men in my apartment, when they bad removed the towel from me. I remembered how casually and efficiently they had handled me, how I had been injected with the contents of the syringe, how I had been secured with leather straps, helpless aqd gagged, in the heavy metal box, with air holes.
"Too," he said, "in so public a place you might, unveiled as is a slave, be recognized. Your resemblance to the Tatrix., at least, Would surely be noted." "You are right again, of course," I said. He was.
He was silent.
"Drusus," I said.
"Yes," said be.
"I would like to see a slaver's house, inside. I would like to see the "pens."' "Such are not fit for the sensibilities of a free woman," he said.
"I would like to see them," I said. "That would not be dangerous, would it?" "No," he admitted, reluctantly. Such places, I gathered, might be among the -safest on Gor. I could scarcely conjecture the effectiveness of the security that might be practiced within them, how helplessly the slaves might be confined.
Too, a free person on Gor is almost never in any danger from a slave unless it be a guard slave, and he is attacking its master. In some cities a slave can be slain for so much as touching a weapon. Insurbordination, slaves are quickly taught, is not -acceptable, in any way, to the Gorean master.
"Then," I said, triumphantly, "I shall expect you to arrange a tour." "Are there any particular pens of interest to Lady Sheila?" he asked. "The choice," I told him, airily, "may be yours."
"Did you merely wish to see girls in the grated ts, or chained in their kennels, or at their rings," he asked, or did you wish, perhaps, to gain also an idea of what goes on in such a house?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"How, for example," he said, "girls might be trained."
"That might be interesting," I said, as though considering it, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. The thought of women being trained, actually trained, as Susan might have been trained, almost made me faint with excitement. I wondered if I might train well. I supposed I might be punished if I did not. Under such conditions I suspected I would train quite well. I would do my best to be a diligent and apt pupil.