"Sly scamp, rotund rogue," scolded the officer. "You have been holding out on us."
Boots, his euyes wide, sorted through the coins in the pot.
"What is there?" asked the officer.
"Three tarsk bits," said Boots, "-and five silver tarsks."
"Three silver tarsks for licensing fees, present and past, one for interest, and one for the Master of Revels," said the officer.
Boots counted out the coins and handed them to the officer.
"Is there nothing for myself and my men?" asked the officer.
Boots drew out the last silver tarsk out of his sleeve and, sheepishly, handed it to the officer. I had not seen him place it there. He had done it very skillfully.
The girl at my feet now held my leg in her arms and kissed at my leg, whimpering.
"It seems a slave is ready for pleasure," grinned the officer, looking at me.
"Perhaps," I said, as though nonchalantly.
"The rack, Master," she whimpered. "Please take me to a rack!"
"I see that you wear the favor of a free woman," observed the officer. He referred to the rich, light, colorful scarf thrust through he eyelet of my robes.
"Yes," I said. I recalled the richly robed, veiled, wheedling free woman whom I had permitted to place it there. What a churl I would have been, considering how prettily she had begged, and she a free woman, not to have accepted it.
"Take me to the rack, Master, please, I beg it!" said the girl at my feet.
"I see that you, too, have accepted the favor of a free woman," I said.
"Yes," he said, grinning. The favor he wore was different from mine, both in border and color. In the game of Favors, of course, the favors are supposedly unique to the given woman, in pattern, material, texture, color, shape, decoration, and so forth. If they were not unique in this fashion they could not act as practical counters in the game. Similarly, of course, they would be less efficient in manifesting the results of the deeper competitions involved, those competitions in which women desperately strive against one another, each to prove themselves more desirable to men than the others. Each woman desires to be more pleasing to men than the others. This is significant. It is in their nature.
"It is interesting to me that free women play the game of Favors," I said.
"It gives them a way of flirting," he said. "Too it gives them an opportunity to put themselves, in a way, at teh mercy of the male, to engage in petitioning behaviour, suing for his indulgence. In this it is not difficult to see a form of symbolic submission, a making of themselves dependent on his will. Too, of course, it gives them a way of testing their desirability and publicly procliaming, or advertising, it."
"luscious, vain creatures," I observed. I myself had earlier speculated along these lines. To be sure, the game of Favors, like most games, customs and practices, was undoubtedly complex and multiply motivated. Too, sometimes things take on additional meanings and values as they are enriched in a a historical tradition ormore deeply or variously interpreted in different contexts.
"It also, of course, gives them a way of establishing ranking among themselves," said the officer, "which is probably about the best they can do until they find themselves enslaved, put naked on blocks and priced."
"I agree," I said. That certain games, such as that of Favors, provided a mechanism for establishing desirability ranking among females, something in which they seemed much interested, seemed clear.
"What do you think of free women?" asked the officer.
"I didn't know there were any, really," I said. Goreans have a theory that there are only two sorts of women, slaves and slaves.
"You know what I mean," he said.
"I suppose they are all right," I said. They were all right, I supposed.
"Slaves are incomparably superior," he said.
"That is true," I said. There was no comparison.
"Please, Master, take me to a rack," begged the girl at my feet.
Freedom, with its inhibitions, inertnesses and hostilities, tends to produce a blockage to the emergence of the depth female. In bondage this blockage is removed, freeing the woman to find her natural fulfillment, her fulfillment in the order of nature, that of a slave at the feet of her master.
"Please, Master," begged the girl. "I beg to be taken to a rack."
I pulled her by the arm to her feet.
"Happy carnival," I said to the officer.
"Happy carnival," said he.
"Happy carnival," I said to Boots Tarsk-Bit.
"Happy carnival," said he.
I thrust the slave ahead of me, and we pressed through the crowds. In a few Ehn we had crossed the piazza and come to the racks. There were two sorts, refined, adjustable strap racks, with beddings of flat, soft, criss-crossed straps, with sturdy stud-and-eyelet securing straps, and simple net racks, little more than sturdy wooden frames within which was slung a netlike webbing of rope. In these riacks, if one wishes to secure the woman within the webbing, simple cords are used. There were also some trestles. I took the slave to one of the net racks. The strap racks were all in use.
I saw the free woman who had worn the brief cloth about her hips near the racks.
I threw the slave on her belly on the netting and then turned her to her back. I had her place her wrists and ankles through the netting in certain fashions. I did not bother secure her in position. I then joined her on the netting. In moments, gasping, looking at me wildly, gratefully, she was in the throes of slave orgasm. To arouse a free woman to the point of orgasm, even the sort of which she is capable, takes, usually, from a third to a quarter of an Ahn. The reflexes of the slave, on the other hand, for psychological reasons, and because of her training, can be much more easily, profoundly and frequently activated. This is not really surprising. The free woman, after all is a free woman and the slave is a slave.
"Buy me," said the salve, intensely. "You have money. Buy me, please! I will serve you well!"
I kissed her, and withdrew from her; in a moment I stood beside the rack, adjusting my robes.
"May I break position, Master?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"She removed her hands and feet from the netting, slipped from the rack and came to kneel before me. She put down her head and kissed my feet. The marks of the rope, where she had lain on the netting, were on her body. She then looked up at me. "I did not meaqn to be forward, before," she said. "Please, forgive me. Beat me, if you wish."
I lifted her to her feet, and kissed her. "It is all right," I said.
She looked at me.
"Go, seek out your own master," I said. "See that you give him even more pleasure than you did me."
"Yes, Master," she smiled, and turned, disappearing into the crowd. A slave's first duty it to her own master.
"Paga?" invitd a fellow, reeling by.
We exchanged swigs from our botas, I from his, he from mine.
I saw the free woman standing, watching, she with the frief bit of cloth about her hips. I looked at her. It was interesting, I thought, that she had now come to the vicinity of the pleasure racks. Our eyes met. I looked imperiously to the rack. She shrank back, in terror. When I looked back again she was half crouched over, her head in her hands, her body shaken with fear and sobs. I then left the area of the racks. It was bout that time that I caught sight, once again, of Henrius and Vina. In a small space, with Henrius and some men about, to the music of some nearby musicians, the men clapping and keeping time, she was dancing. She did well. She might have been a nude, leashed, harnessed street dancer, one of the lowest forms of dancer on Gor. Soon, I suspected, Henrius would take her to a rack, or perhaps back to his holding. she was an incredibly lovely young slave, and loved him from the depths of her heart. Her perspiration had run in trickles through the paint on her body. I watche dher for a moment. How real and alive she was, the slave.
I turned away, troubled by some thought, but I could not, at the moment, determine what it was. It ws now gowing late and I thought perhaps I should consider returning to my holding. It was then that I recalled my earlier conversation with Henrius. He had told me that someone was looking for me. I wondered who thism ight be. Perhaps it had to do with Samos. Surely Samos, the last time I had been in his holding, had been evasive. Someone wished to see me, as I recalled, in Booth Seventeen. I turned my steps, curious as to what might be involved, toward the purple booths. The purples booths are normally maintained by slavers, used as locations in which girls, usually higher-quality slaves, more expensive merchandise, may be inspected and tried by bonafide buyers or their agents. Such booths are usually set up in the courtyards of slaver's houses and at special times, generally in the neighborhood of holidays and festivals. At other times, of course, such girls may be examined and tested in private chambers in the slaver's houses. The purple booths set up now in the piazza, however, had to do with the time of carnival. They were, in effect, good-will and promotional devices, donated to the festivities, for the pleasures of free men, by the houses of various slavers. The house of samos, for example, provided the first five booths, each complete with its furnishings, including a charming occupant. His fifth booth, as I had heard, contained the slave, Rowena. He wished to bring her along quickly. As I recalled, he intended to soon sell her, with several others, at the Fair of En'Kara, near the Sardar. Some men think that the girls in the public purple booths are much the same as those vended from the private purple booths on other occasions. Generally, however, as most men know, this is not the case. For example, Rowena was a new slave. Thus, even though she was very beautiful, she would probably not, in virtue of her inexperience, even be considered for a private-booth showing for several months or a year. It takes time for a girl to develop adequate skills.