"I have heard," said I, "that you were embatted near lara and surrendered slaves and goods." "On the south bank of the Olni," he said, "yes, it is true." "You did well," I said, "to save the lives of your men and yourself." "I have lost much," he said."What do you conjecture," I asked, "to be the fate of your goods and slaves?" They are no longer mine," he said. "They are now the property of the river pirates, theirs by the right of sword and power." "That is true," I said. "But what do you conjecture is to be their fate?"
"It is not likely they could be sold in Lara, or northward," he said. "Usually the river pirates sell their goods and captures somewhere along the river in one of the numerous river towns.
"What towns?" I asked. "There are dozens," he said. "Perhaps Ven, Port Cos, Iskander, Tafa, who knows." "He who attacked you, the pirate chieftain," I was, "who was he?" There are many bands of river pirates," he said. "Who was he?" I asked. "Kliomenes, a lietenant to Policrates," he said. "In whta town does he sell his wares?" I asked. "It could be any one of a dozen towns," said Oneander. "I do not know."
I seized him by the tunic and shook him. "I do not know!" he said. "I do not know!" I held him. "Please do not kill me," he whispered. "Very well," I had said, and released him. I had then turned about and went toward the tarn cots of the loot camp, that I might arrane with some bold tarnsman to provid me with transporataion by a suitably circuitous route to the vicinity of Lara.
The girl again stirred in the corner of the room. She rolled to her back. One knee was raised. She was lucious in the slave rag and collar. She turned her head from side to side. She made a small noise. She opened and closed one small hand. I wondered if she were aware, dimly, of the corase fibers of the slave mat beneath her back. I did not think so, not yet.
"I am a free woman of Vonda!" the woman at the counter had been crying out last night. "You cannot put me out!" You will pay or be ejected," Strobius had told her. "You cannot put me out into the street"! she said. I had taken another sip of the sul porridge.
The woman at the counter had been veiled as is common with Gorean women, particularly those of high caste and of the high cities. Many Gorean woman in their haughtiness and pride, do not choose to have their features exposed to the common view. They are too fine and nobel to be looked upon by the casual rabble. Similarly the robes of concealment worn by many Gorean women are doubtless dicated by similar sentiments. On the other hand veiling is a not impractical modesty in a culture n which capture, and the cahin and the whip are not known.
One justification for the veiling and for the robes of concealment, which is not regareded as inconsiderable, is that it is supsed to provide something of a protection against abduction and predation. Who would risk his life, it is said, to carry off a women who might when roped to a tree and stripped, turn out to be as ugle as a tharalarion? Slave girls, by contract, are almost never permitted veils. Similarly, they are usually clad in such a say that their charms are manifest and obvious to even th e casual onlookers. This, aside from having such utilities as remining the girls that they are total slaves and giving pleasure to the men who look upon them, is supsed to make them, rahter than free women, the desiderated objects of capture and rapine. I think there is something to this theory for statistically, it is almost always the female slave and hot her free sister who finds herself abducted and struggling in the lashings of captors or slavers. On the other hand, in spite of the theories pertaining to such matters, free somen are certainly not immmune to the ftes of capture and enslavement. Many men, despite the theories pertaining to such matters, and accepting the risks involved, enjoy taking them. Some slavers specialize in the capture of free women. Indeed, it is thought by some, perpaps largely because of the additional risks involved, and the interest in seeing what one has caught, that there is a special spice and flavor about taking them. Similarly it is said to be pleasant, if one has the time and patience, first to their horror and then to their joy, training them to the collar.
"You cannot put me out into the street!" had cried the free woman. "I can," he informed her soberly. "I am a free woman of Vonda," she said, "a member of the Confederation." "I am an innkeeper," said he. "My politics are those of the ledger and silver."
I had sipped the sul porridge while listening to this conversation.
There are various reasons why Gorean men, upon occassion resort to masks. Oneander had worn a mask as had others in the loot camp because of his fear of the anger of the men of Ar, concerning his trading venture with Larak and doubtless, because of his shame at his failure in that venture. Several men in the main room of the inn wore masksnow presumable to conceal their identity for various reasons.
Times were troubled. It might not well serve their purposes to be recognized, as perhpas men of wealth or position, now in diffiuclt straits. Some might have been seized or held for ransom. Others perhaps shamed by the fall of Vonda orthe necessity for their flight from the city, did not iwsh to be recognized in Lara. Maskes too are sometimes worn by men in disgrace, or who wish to travel incognito. I recalled the Lady Florence. Dougtless the young men of Vonda and the estates aout Vonda who would attend her secret auction might wear masks. She might now know who had purchased her until she knelt his slave, before him, at the foot of his couch. I wore a mask because I had not wished to be recognized in Lara. In Lara there were many refugees from Vonda and its vicinity. Some might hae watched me in the stable bouts. I did not think my tasks would be either expedited or facilitated by being recognized as a former fightling slave. Now, however, for an independent reason, I was pleased to have worn the mask.
Sometimes, incidentally, free young men wear masks and capture a free woman, taking away her clothing and forcing her to perform as a slave for them. Sheis then commonly released. Afterwards, of course, in meeting them, she does not know for which of them, if any of them, she was forced to perform as a slave. Such a woman commonly begins to take risks inappropriate for a free woman. She is, sooner or later, caught and enslaved. She is then, as she has wished, sold, and will truly wear the collar. Perhaps one of the yound men will buy her and keep her as his own.
"I am a free woman!" the woman at the counter cried. "That condition," said the inkeepr, "could prove temperary." "I have nowhere to go," she said. "I am safe here. River pirates may still be within the city. It is not safe for me to be put out." "You owe me a silver tarsk." said he, "for your last night's lodging. Too, if you would stay here this night, you must payme another tarsk." "I do not have them," she wept."Then you must be ejected," said he."Take my baggage," she said, "my trunks."I do not want them," he said.
It was my plan to arrange transportation downriver in the moring. My business lay not in Lara but further west on the river. Many refugees, incidentally, had not remained in Lara. It was to close for them to the war zone. It lay well within the striing distance of atarn cavalry, such as that which had been employed so devastatingly on the fields and hills south of Vonda. Several shipsk coming and going, made their trips between Lara and the nearer downriver towns, such as White Water and Tancred's Landing.
"You cannot put me out into the street!" she cried.
Strobius, the innkeeper, then, in irritation motioned to one of his assistants. The fellow came up behind the free woman and took her by the upper arms, holding her from behind. She was helpless.
"Eject her," said Strobius. "You cannot put me out into the street!" she cried. "Rejoice," said Strobius, "that I do not strip you and sell you into slavery."
"What is going on here?" I had asked, rising to my feet and going to the counter. "We are putting her out, " said Strobius. "She ows me money. She cannot pay,"But she is a free woman," I said. "She cannot pay," he said."What does she owe?" I asked. "A silver tarsk for last night," he said, "and if she would stay here this night, another tarsk and in advance."