"Put a mask on him," whispered a voice.
I felt a carnival mask fastened on me.
"No," I seemed to say, but no sound escaped my lips.
I felt myself lifted to my feet, each of my arms held about the shoulders of a man.
"What is wrong with him," asked a voice.
"Too much paga," responded a voice.
"Is he all right?" asked a voice.
"Yes," said a voice.
"No!" I wanted to cry, but could not.
"Do you require help?" asked a man.
"No," said a voice, that of one of the two men supporting me.
"Are you sure?" asked the man.
"Yes, citizen," said the other fellow supporting me. "We will manage quite well. Thank you."
I then sensed we were alone.
"Put him in the boat, with the others," said a voice. It was a woman's voice.
I then lost consciousness.
3 Lady Yanina
"That one," she had said. "Have him brought to my tent."
"Go in," said the guard.
I lowered my head and entered the tent. I moved my hands upon my wrists. They were ringed and sore where the manacles, too closely fitted, had clasped them. I straightened my body.
The tent was one of rich cloths, supported by five poles. It was rich with hangings and, about its interior circumference, furnished with suitable appointments, including vessels, cushions, a low inlaid table, cases and trunks. These, with the various materials for the tent, and its poles, had been disembarked from a large, high-wheeled wagon. I, with several others, in harness, some others chained by the neck behind, had drawn this wagon for the past two days.
I, and others, had awakened to the blows of spear butts, three days ago.
"On your knees," we had been told, "head to the dirt! You are in the presence of your Mistress!"
We had struggled to our knees. Our hands were namacled behind our backs. There seemed the stench of fish on us. We were connected by the neck, by collars and chains.
I had been aware of someone stopping before me.
"Lift your head," had said a woman's voice.
I looked up. She was veiled, and clad, too, in robes of concealment, sumptuous robes which seemed incongruous in the open terrain, the grassy field, in which I found myself. I looked about, seeing what guards I could. I saw five. I felt her tharlarion quirt at the side of my face, indicating I should keep my head forward. Then it pressed up, under my chin. I lifted my head higher, obedient to the quirt, looking up at her. "That is better," she said. She looked at me. "It seems I have won the game of favors," she said.
"At least for now," I said.
"In the distribution of my favors in the piazza in Port Kar," she said, "I had two major criteria in mind. Would you like to know what they were?"
"Of course," I said.
"First," she said, "the males must be large and strong. They must be suitable for inclusion in a work chain. They must be capable, with their bestial strength, of sustaining indefinitely so onerous a servitude."
"And what is your second criterion," I asked, "that which they must also meet, what is that?"
"I must find them, personally, of some sexual interest," she said.
"I see," I said.
"We are going to get on splendidly, aren't we?" she asked.
"On whose terms?" I asked.
"On mine," she said.
"I do not know," I said.
"Do you know how to obey?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Then I am sure we will get on splendidly-on my terms," she said.
"Perhaps," I said.
She withdrew the quirt from beneath my chin. "Put your head down," she said, "-to the dirt."
I did so. And, in a moment, she had continued on down the line, pausing her and there to order another fellow to lift his head, to be commanded and interrogated, and then to resume a posture of abject obeisance.
"Approach," she said.
Within the tent there was an inner sanctum, or private area, formed of diaphanous, white hangings. It was rather like a small tent, or walled room, within the larger tent. It was within this area that I could see her, vaguely. There was a tiny lamp on a stand, near her, to one side. She was sitting on a curule chair.
"approach," she invited me.
I brushed back the hangings and let them fall closed behind me. I then stood before her, a few feet away, within the sanctum.
On the floor there were cushions and silk. I stood straight, my arms folded, surveying her.
I could detect perfume.
"You have my permission to kneel," she said.
I regarded her.
"There are guards, just outside," she said.
I knelt. I put my hands on my thighs.
"You have broad shoulders," she said, "a narrow waist. You have strong thighs. Your hands are large and strong."
I said nothing.
"You are a large, strong, handsome-looking fellow," she said, "very animal-like. If you were not in my total power, I might be uneasy."
"You have me at a disadvantage," I said, "as you are veiled, and fully clothed."
"At least you no longer smell of fish," she said.
"No," I said.
"That is how you and your fellows were smuggled out of Port Kar," she said. "We took you, one by one, drugged, to the boat. There we stripped and chained you. You were each packed in a barrel with salted parsit fish, and over your heads these barrels had a false bottom, which was covered with more parsit fish. Tiny holes in the upper sides of the barrels would permit you to breathe. The barrels were then sealed."
"The captures were smoothly and cleverly effectuated." I observed.
"Thank you," she said.
"Are you a female slaver?" I asked.
"No," she laughed, "though I think I might have been successful in such a profession."
Most female slavers, incidentally, are not involved in field captures. It is, one the whole, too dangerous for them. Too, there is always the danger that they might be added to the catch by their men. Most female slavers, accordingly, are established in cities, where they own or manage houses. There they buy and sell slaves, board or rent them, train, them, and so on. Statistically, there are very few female slavers. Most Gorean women tend to be attractive, and most Gorean men tend to be strong, for example. Accordingly, in a business such as slaving it is not unusual that the female slaver sooner or later, in one way or another finds the collar on her own throat. That, then, she then helplessly under the whip like any other female, is that.
"I am rather," she said, "only the humble mistress of a small work chain."
"Surely it is unusual for an individual in your line of work to procure laborers as you did," I said.
"It is cheaper than buying them," she said.
"That is doubtless true," I admitted. I did not believe this woman was actually the mistress of a work chain. There were many reasons for this. First, there are very few women involved in such things. Secondly, she did not seem skilled in the handling of men. For example, in our present situation, I could reach her and kill her or capture her and make use of her to effect a probable escape. Thirdly, she did not seem to have the hardiness of a woman likely to be efficient in such a post. Fourthly, the tent did not suggest the tastes or appointments of such a woman. Fifthly, her garmentry revealed clearly a vanity and taste for sumptuous luxury, a penchant for self-indulgence and ostentatious elegance, also unlikely to be characteristic in such a woman. The number of guards on hand, too, which was five, was really too small to manage a normal work gang, not because of the ratios involved, but because of the necessity of maintaining night watches.Similarly, she really had no work gang but the fifteen men she had picked up in Port Kar. A work gang usually consists of fifty to one hundred men, and some contain as many as five hundred or a thousand men. If she were really the mistress of a work gang we presumably would not have constituted the work gang but would merely have been added to it. Even more obviously we did not have the equipment of a word gang with us, the implements and tools pertinent to the work of such gangs, such as levers, picks, hammers and shovels.