I could understand his anger with me, a warrior's fury. But his distrust hurt me most.
I could move my head but little. I was tied by my collar close to the ring. I could not free my hands. They had been tied by a warrior.
I wanted to be his love slave. Instead I was his prisoner, a girl who had betrayed him, now caught by him, a captive slave and traitress, one who now lay helpless, bound, within the full compass of the displeasure and vengeance of her betrayed master, who was a warrior of Gor.
I knew he had not yet worked his vengeance upon me. I struggled, helplessly. For the first time I became terribly afraid. It became cold upon the raft.
24
I Am Chained In The Hold Of A Galley
"Awaken, Slave," said Clitus Vitellius. He kicked me. I awakened. I recalled, looking up at him, bound, I was the girl who had betrayed him. He freed my collar of the ring and took the rope of twisted cloth, from my torn tunic, which had tied me at the ring, and crossed my ankles, and bound them together. The last bit of rep-cloth tunic, which still clung about me, he tore away, and threw it into the sea. I sat up on the wreckage, naked, my hands tied behind my back, my ankles crossed and secured.
A ship was approaching, a medium-class galley, with twenty oars to a side, dipping unhurriedly. The lateen sail was slackened. Clitus Vitellius stood on the wreckage, waiting.
At the mast line snapped two flags, that of Port Kar and the other, that with vertical green bars over a white field, superimposed on which was the head of a gigantic bosk. It had been identified to me two days ago by the conversation of officers on the Jewel of Jad. It was the flag of Bosk of Port Kar.
The galley swung about and eased to the side of the wreckage. A large man, broad-shouldered, yet lithe, with large hands, a broad face, grayish blue eyes and unruly, shaggy, windswept reddish hair, stood at the rail. There was something like an animal about him, indefinable, unpredictable, tenacious, intelligent, cruel. To look at him one knew, though it was the deck of a galley he bestrode, that he was of the warriors. I would have feared being owned by him. His eyes, appraising me, made me conscious of my slavery.
Clitus Vitellius lifted his hand, in a salute of warriors. The man returned the salute.
"I am Clitus Vitellius of Ar," he said. "Am I your prisoner?"
"We have little quarrel with those of Ar," said the man. "You have little shipping."
Clitus Vitellius laughed.
"Clitus Vitellius of Ar, and his men," said the man, "by accounts rendered to me by Samos of Port Kar, of the Council of Captains, participated creditably in the action of the day before yesterday on behalf of the Jewel of Thassa."
Port Kar is sometimes spoken of by her citizens as the Jewel of Thassa. Other men speak of her differently, rather as a den of thieves and cutthroats, a lair of pirates. The city is under the governance of a Council of Captains.
"We did the small things we could," said Clitus Vitellius. "Cos, as you know, wars with Ar." Then Clitus Vitellius. looked to the man on the ship. "My men?" he asked.
"Sound and hale," said the man, "on the ship of Samos, the Thassa Ubara."
"Excellent," said Clitus Vitellius.
"Your vessel," said the man, grinning, "appears seaworthy but has clumsy lines."
"I request passage for two," said Clitus Vitellius, "myself and," indicating me, "this slave."
The man on the ship looked at me. "A sleek, beautiful little animal," he said.
"A traitress," said Clitus Vitellius.
"Doubtless you will discipline her well," said the man.
"It is my intention," said Clitus Vitellius.
I put down my head.
"I grant you passage," smiled the man on the ship.
I felt myself taken and lifted, bound, to a sailor, who lifted me over the rail. He put me by the mast, kneeling, bound.
In a moment, Clitus Vitellius, aided by the hand of the man who had spoken to us, leaped aboard.
"Bring her about," called the man to his helmsmen.
"Left oars!" called the oar master. "Stroke!"
Slowly the galley began to swing about.
The man who had welcomed us aboard, permitting us passage, looked down at me. I looked up at him, naked and bound.
"In courtesy," said Clitus Vitellius, "I grant you and your men slave rights upon this woman. But beyond this, I reserve her to myself. If you wish her beyond my permissions, we must do contest."
"You wish to keep her for your discipline?" asked the man.
"Yes," said Clitus Vitellius.
The man crouched beside me. He thrust open my mouth, holding it with two hands. "Barbarian," he said.
"Yes," said Clitus Vitellius.
The master, a free male, permitted me to close my mouth. He took the tag on my collar in his fingers. He scraped salt from it.
"I was being sent to the Lady Elicia of Ar," I said, "my mistress."
"You should belong to a man," said the man.
"Yes, Master," I said.
"You seem interested in the slave," said Clitus Vitellius, puzzled.
"You are an enslaved Earth girl," said the man to me.
"Yes, Master," I said.
"You were sent once," he asked, "to a paga tavern on Cos, called the Chatka and Curla?"
"Yes, Master," I said.
I felt his hands, hard on my arms. "Excellent," he said. He looked at me, and I felt terror. "I shall now ask you a simple question," he said, "and you will answer it immediately and truthfully, if you would live for another five Ihn."
Two sailors seized Clitus Vitellius, who struggled. I looked at him, wildly.
"Have you heard of one called Belisarius?" asked the man.
"Yes, Master," I whispered. "I brought him a message."
"What message?" he asked.
"I do not know!" I cried.
He stood up. "We shall have the message," he said.
"I do not know what it is!" I cried.
"Release me!" demanded Clitus Vitellius.
"Thurnock," said the man. "Take the slave below. Put her in Sirik. Chain her in the hold."
A large man, blond-haired, powerful, threw me to his shoulder. "Master!" I cried to Clitus Vitellius.
I heard him struggling.
"Release me!" cried Clitus Vitellius.
"I would speak with you upon the high deck," said the man to Clitus Vitellius, "and I would speak with you alone."
"I do not understand," said Clitus Vitellius.
"Release him," said the man. The sailors released Clitus Vitellius.
"Come with me to the high deck," said the man. He turned, and led the way. Clitus Vitellius followed him, angrily.
The large man descended a short flight of stairs, leading downward from an opened hatch.
The ceiling of the hold was low, and, at the bottom, the man bent over, and carried me in his arms. In the hold there were many supplies, and weapons, and riches. The convoy had been broken and it had scattered. Many ships had been taken. Much loot lay in the hold. This ship alone, I gathered, carried the ransom of a dozen Ubars.
The man lay me on my side on the boards of the hold. Against the wall of the hold there were five girls, illuminated in the light of a tiny ship's lantern. They were stripped. Each was chained by the left ankle to a common ring.
The man brought a Sirik, and locked it on my throat, and about my wrists and ankles. Then, with another chain, looping it through the Sirik chain which fell from my Sirik collar to my braceleted wrists and confined ankles, he secured me to a heavy ring, passing one end of the looped chain through the ring and then, with a heavy padlock, closing the open end of the loop. Only then did he untie the bonds on my wrists and ankles. When I was freed of those bonds I was chained in Sirik, fastened at the ring. I was secured much more heavily than they.