"Collar me," she begged.
It would have been easy enough to do so, there in the darkness of the tent. "No," I said.
I then put her back, on her back in the dirt.
"Lift your body," I said.
She obeyed.
"Shall I free the cord?" she sobbed.
"I shall do so," I said.
"Do not leave me tomorrow," she begged.
"I must," I said.
I laid aside the cord and strip. "Do not lower your body," I said.
"It is now lifted to you, as though it were that of a slave," she said. I put my hand on her, gently.
"Oh!" she said, squirming.
"Excellent," I said.
She sobbed.
"I think," I said, "you might bring a high price in a slave market." "Do not leave me," she begged.
"I must," I said.
10 The Trenches; The Wall
"Behold Klio, the free woman," I said, whipping the sheet from her. She was on all fours in the trench and looked up, about her, with alarm, at the men.
There was raucous laughter.
I put a leash on her neck.
"She has already made her contribution to the success of Cos," laughed a fellow. "But not of her own free will, I wager," laughed another.
"You have leashed me!" protested Klio, looking back at me.
There was more laughter from the men.
"Keep you head down," one of the fellows advised me.
"There is not so much need now," said another fellow. "They seldom fire now without a clear target."
"Where am I?" asked Klio.
"You are within two hundred yards of Ar's Station," I informed her. She trembled. This was the most advanced of the Cosian siege trenches. Even the openings to the mines, now gated, and closely guarded, were further to the rear. The only closer entrenchments were sapping trenches, partly covered with wood, leading directly towards the walls. There were used not only for attempting undermine the walls, but also for providing cover to men advancing for assaults. The sapping trench, of course, requires much less labor on the part of the besiegers but, too, it is less difficult to detect and stop than the mines. The mine, of course, need not stop at the wall, but can proceed within the city and when opened, pour soldiers out, behind the walls. The wall mine is usually terminated in place with a system of supports. Then later, concerted with an attack, these supports may be burned or, more dangerously, struck away. The coordination between the collapse of the wall and the attack can be sharpened when the supports are struck away, the same signal, say, the blast of trumpets, initiating both actions.
"Where is Elene?" asked Klio. When we had left Ephialtes this morning I had taken both Elene, from Tyros, and Klio, from Telnus, along. Elene had been the third woman of the debtor sluts. She was the only one who had been a blonde. Klio had been second at the wall.
"I sold her, a hundred yards or so back," I said.
What!" cried Klio.
I had redeemed her, by means of Ephialtes, at the Crooked Tarn, for thirty-five copper tarsks, the cost of her bill, but I had sold her for forty, a modest, almost irresistible price, considering the value of women here, at least prior to the city's fall. A squad had chipped in and bought her. She would serve them all. Later they would probably play stones, or roll dice, for her. I had conveyed to the men, as though by inadvertence, that I suspected she might have little value as she had had her head shaved. I had suggested, too, I think, that I might be in need of money. As I was I made a profit on her which, when I had left the Crooked Tarn, I had never really counted upon, nor even anticipated. To me she had not been so much a property on which to make a profit as an instrumentality in my plans. Still, in her way, she was a property, and, accordingly, I was not displeased to be able not only to utilize her in my plans but also make some money on her.
Her blond hair would in time grow out again and the soldiers would discover that she had an additional loveliness. Eventually I had no doubt she would bring a high price. Auburn hair is generally thought to be the most prized hair on Gor, but I myself generally prefer brunets. This is not to deny that blonde, suitably enslaved, and desperate to please, are not without interest. Blondes sometimes bring higher prices as their hair color is rarer, but once they are home, in the collar, they are, of course, no more than any other slave. In the end, in my opinion, the crucial factor is the individual girl. Everything depends on the individual slave.
"Yes, sold," I said, answering Klio's look of disbelief. There was laughter from the men.
"And before I sold her," I said, "she performed well."
"No, please!" said Klio.
I had, as though looking for a good price first on Elene, made my way through the network of trenches toward the walls of Ar's Station. A trench back, one of the siege trenches, I had sold her. Some of the fellows from this trench, the forward trench, had come back to watch. There had been no difficulty in moving through the trenches in my guise as a mercenary with one or two women to sell. I had followed them back, at their own behest, through one of the connecting trenches, to the lead trench. We had herded Klio before us, under the sheet, on all fours, encouraging her occasionally with a foot or the blow of the looped slave leash, not yet on her at that time.
"Did you already sell the best one?" asked on the men.
"You might think so, or not," I said. "I do not know. I think, from my own point of view, that I would prefer this one."
Klio looked back at me, frightened.
"I think I would prefer this one, too," said one of the fellows who had come back with me.
"She is a well-shaped beauty," said one of the men.
"Sirs!" protested Klio.
"We should have the best," said a fellow, "as we are the closest to the enemy." "Keep a lookout," said one of the men to another, one standing on a low wooden platform, at the forward edge of the trench.
"I think I would prefer her, too," said another.
"Yes," said another.
Klio looked about, I could see she was pleased to be so approved of, in her basic elements, as a naked female, but, too, she was alarmed, having some inkling as to what might be the entailments of such preferences.
"Have her perform," said one of the men.
I shook the slave leash, now on her. This movement was transmitted through the leather, until it jerked and snapped at the ring, on the leash collar.
"No," said Klio, "please!"
"What?" I asked, puzzled.
"Sirs," cried Klio, "soldiers of Cos, warriors for truth and justice, redressers of wrongs, kinsmen from across the sea, I am Lady Klio, of Telnus, of Cos! I am a free woman! I beg your kindness, your indulgence, your protection! Rescue me from this barbarian. Clothe and honor me! Return me in dignity to freedom!" "Many of these fellow," I said, "are not of Cos, but are mercenaries in the service of Cos."
She looked about the faces, frightened. On many faces there was amusement. "I am of Telnus," said a fellow.
"I, too," said another.
"Free me!" she cried. "I demand it!"
They smiled.
"Some of these fellows have not had a female in a long time," I said. "Had?" she stammered.
"Yes," I said.
These men were front-trench fighters, most of them. Probably in defense, and in support of assaults, and in assaults themselves, they had been muchly employed and risked. The siege had been long and bitter. Those who were not of Cos, and were mercenaries, fighting only for their fees, and some loot, perhaps a female or two, and gold, would presumably not be much moved by appeals to Cosian heritages or patriotism. Their loyalties would be less to Cos than to their captains and comrades. In some cases, they might be loyal, as well, to their word, to their oaths and pledges, and, if they understood what they were marking at the recruitment tables, their contracts. And the fellows from Cos itself, and from Tyros, and their close allies, were surely by now, if they had not been before, hardened veterans, men unlikely to be swayed by the self-serving appeals of beautiful women, men accustomed to seeing such women, of whatever city, in terms of the collar and chain.