“I owned her once, and ridded myself of her,” said Mirus. “It was an act of vengeance, in its way, which I need not explain to you, and an act of contempt. Too, she was not of much interest then. But she is different now. I can see that. Very different. She has learned her collar. She now knows who her masters are.”
“And you want her?” said Selius Arconious.
“Yes,” said Mirus.
“You may not have her,” said Selius Arconious.
Ellen looked up, startled, at Selius Arconious, who paid her no attention.
“I do not think you understand,” said Mirus. “I am prepared to kill for her.”
“So, too, am I,” said Selius Arconious, evenly.
“Master!” breathed Ellen.
“Quiet, slut,” said Selius Arconious.
“Yes, Master,” whispered the slave. She knew then he was her master, totally.
“Or until I tire of her,” said Mirus.
“Of course,” said Selius Arconious.
“It seems,” said Mirus, lifting the weapon in his hand, “that a demonstration is necessary.”
He leveled the weapon at the chest of Selius Arconious.
“Please, no, Master!” cried Ellen, leaping up, wildly, unbidden, and interposing her body between the muzzle of the weapon and the body of Selius Arconious.
Mirus’s eyes narrowed.
“What are you doing?” asked Selius Arconious. “Who gave you permission to rise?”
Miserably, Ellen sank to her knees before him.
“Interesting,” said Mirus. “That was a test.” He looked about. “The tharlarion will do,” he said. The muzzle of the weapon swung toward the weighty, placid beast, browsing in the traces.
“It is an innocent beast, Master,” begged Ellen. “Please do not kill it, Master!”
Mirus laughed. “Look,” said he. “See the back of the wagon, the corner.”
He then pulled the trigger twice, and there were two shattering reports that carried over the grasslands. Wood and splinters exploded from the back of the wagon. A rear corner of the vehicle was blown away. An acrid smell of burnt powder hung in the air.
Several of the men in the party of Portus Canio cried out in alarm, and astonishment. Others stood near the wagon, shaken, bewildered. “It is lightning,” said a man.
At a gesture from Mirus one of the men behind him dismounted. Mirus gestured to Ellen, motioning her forward. “Come to your ropes, slave girl,” he said.
“That is a forbidden weapon,” said Portus Canio.
“By whom?” asked Mirus.
“By the Priest-Kings,” said Portus Canio.
“There are no Priest-Kings,” said Mirus.
“Blasphemy,” whispered one of the men at the wagon, frightened.
“Do you believe in Priest-Kings?” asked Mirus.
“I do not know,” said Portus Canio. “I think so.”
“At one time, long ago,” said Mirus, “on another world, for this is not my native world, as you have probably conjectured from my speech, I thought there might be something to such suppositions, suppositions pertaining to Priest-Kings, and even repeated conjectures pertaining to such matters.” Here Mirus regarded Ellen, and she looked away, frightened. She did not wish to be beaten for looking too boldly into the eyes of a master. She recalled that he had, in the house on Earth, recounted certain views pertaining to unusual alien beings, perhaps what were now being spoken of as “Priest-Kings.” Had there ever been such, truly? If so, were there still such? And if there were such, had they any interest or concern with human beings? And the facts of the world, as any set of facts, she knew, might be susceptible to a variety of plausible explanations. Indeed, the hypothesis of Priest-Kings did not seem necessary. Perhaps other aliens had brought some humans to this world, and then departed. Perhaps an ancient technological civilization on Earth had colonized this world, before slipping unnoticed, with its devices, perhaps intentionally, from the pages of history. Perhaps it had succumbed to geological upheavals, or other natural catastrophes, perhaps meteoritic bludgeonings from space, eradicating entire species, or from sun flares which might scald a world, or from an uprooting which might produce a moon and leave behind a vast basin to be filled with water and brine. Perhaps there had been a preemptive strike by cautious aliens, unwilling that the cosmos should entertain a nascent competitor. Perhaps it had perished of some hastening, virulent disease specific to a species, which then, its hosts vanished, must itself perish. Or perhaps it had simply been overrun, as so many civilizations, by barbarous primitives. Many things might have occurred. She scarcely remembered his remarks, so confused and frightened she had been. She did remember, clearly, that she had been ankleted, literally ankleted. In her training, of course, she had heard some of the instructrices speak of Priest-Kings but she herself had been taught no prayers or ceremonies pertaining to them. She had once inquired about them, but she had been informed that such matters were not the concern of animals, and she, of course, as a slave, was an animal. And a stroke of the switch had then encouraged her to return her attention to her lessons, in how to please men. It had seemed to her that allusions to such beings, and what they did, and so on, were mythical, the sort of thing which might be expected in primitive cultures, utilized to explain natural phenomena, such as the winds, the rains, the seasons, the tides, and such. And the existence of Gor she took as a natural given, however it might be explained. Slaves, incidentally, as other animals, verr, tarsks, and such, are not permitted within the precincts of the temples, lest the temples be profaned.
“But here, on this world, I have come to realize the baselessness and fatuity of such speculations,” said Mirus. “We have no evidence whatsoever of the existence of Priest-Kings, nor have we encountered any who have such evidence. It is clear, now, that the myths and legends of Priest-Kings have been invented by the caste of Initiates, in order to exploit superstitious terror and live as parasites on the earnings of others.”
“Few would deny that the caste of Initiates are parasites,” said Portus Canio, who held no great brief for that caste. Supposedly the caste of Initiates praised Priest-Kings, offered regular and special sacrifices, interceded with them on behalf of men, interpreted their will to men, and such. Famines, plagues, floods, storms, meteors, comets, eclipses, earthquakes, lightning, and such would all receive their interpretations, and would be dealt with by means of prayers, spells, mystic signs, the brandishing of fetish objects, the ringing of anointed, consecrated bars, and such. Ritual performances, ceremonies, and such, abounded. Most cities had their temples. High Initiates might receive gold from Ubars, low Initiates copper from the poor.
“It is obvious,” said Mirus, “that this world exists, for we are upon it. But what is not obvious is an explanation for its nature and location. To be sure, similar puzzles might exist with respect to any planet, or world.”
“The Priest-Kings,” suggested Portus Canio.
“Such puzzles,” said Mirus, “are not well resolved by recourse to childish legends.”
Portus Canio was silent.
“One of the interesting things about this world,” said Mirus, “though you would have no reason to be aware of it, is that it seems to be characterized by certain gravitational anomalies. These are presumably connected with the core of this world, or with its relation to Tor-tu-Gor. These anomalies, however, though mysterious in their way, are doubtless of a natural origin.”
“I do not understand,” said Portus Canio.
“I am willing to suppose that something, call it Priest-Kings, if you wish, might once have existed, long ago, but, if so, they are gone by now, and are at best a vanished race, an extinct species somehow recalled obscurely in legends, myths and lore.”