"I think now," said my master, standing back, regarding the girl, and his work, "that that constitutes a far more practical traveling costume than the robes of concealment for a long, overland journey afoot. Do you not agree, Lady Sabina?"
"My clothing," she said, "return it to me." She tried to be stern.
He, upon this remark, casually, from an inch or so below her left armpit ripped the garment open to an inch or so above her left hip. The line of her left breast, seen from the side, and the sway of her left hip, were lovely.
"Insolent sleen!" she cried. Then she shrank back, in terror. "No!" she said. My master's hands were at the collar of the garment.
"No!" she begged. He ripped it open, to two inches below her navel.
She regarded him with horror.
"Do you have any further objections to your traveling costume?" he inquired. His hands were now at the shoulders of the garment, whence it might be simply torn from her.
"No, Captor," she said.
He turned to us, and motioned us forward, the five girls in the coffle. We approached.
"You will note, Lady Sabina," said my master, "that the first wrist ring of the coffle is empty. It has been reserved for you."
He lifted the open wrist ring, on its chain.
"My ransom will be high," she whispered.
One of the men laughed. The girl regarded him, frightened.
"I ask only," she said, "that I not be permitted to fall into the hands of those of Ar."
"May I introduce myself, Lady Sabina?" inquired my master.
"Yes," she said.
He thrust the slave bracelet on her left wrist up. He placed the opened wrist ring about her left wrist, below the left slave bracelet.
"I am Clitus Vitellius," he said.
"No!" she cried.
I gathered from the way in which she had cried out that my master's name was not unknown upon this world.
"Not the captain of Ar!" she moaned.
"There are many captains in Ar, Lady Sabina," smiled my master.
She put her cheek against the bark of the tree. "Few such as Clitus Vitellius," she said.
I felt proud of my master. How marvelous to be the girl of such a man!
My master snapped shut the wrist ring about the left Wrist of the Lady Sabina. We were now chained to her, and she to us. She was now of the coffle, as were we.
"What are you going to do with me?" she asked.
"I am going to take you to my secret camp and there, under the iron, brand you a slave girl. You will then be taken to the city of Ar and, from an unimportant block, in a cheap market, sold to the highest bidder."
The girl pressed her cheek against the rough bark of the tree and moaned, and wept, staining the bark with her tears.
At a sign from my master the man who had been her guard freed her of the slave bracelets.
She now led the coffle.
"Am I not to be ransomed?" she said.
"You are too politically valuable to be ransomed," he said.
I recalled that the Lady Sabina was valuable indeed. Her companionship with Thandar of Ti, of the city of Ti, of the Salerian Confederation was to result in an alliance between Fortress of Saphronicus and the Confederation. The companionship, of course, was political. The Lady Sabina and Thandar of Ti, according to Eta, had never seen one another, the companionship being arranged by their parents and the councils of their respective cities. In such a companionship the Lady Sabina would have raised caste, and become one of the high ladies of Ti, and of the Confederation. She had been looking forward, it was well known, with enthusiasm to her attaining this high station.
"Accordingly," said my master, "it is expedient in the affairs of states that you be rendered politically valueless."
The Lady Sabina, at the head of the coffle, moaned.
As a slave she would indeed be politically valueless. She could be exchanged, or bought and sold, for whatever masters might wish. The slave is not a person before Gorean law but a rightless animal.
"Do not enslave me, Captain," she said. "Keep me and sell me to the Confederation. Free, returned to them, I will be worth immense riches to you. You and your men, if you return me to the Confederation, will become rich beyond your wildest dreams!"
"Do you ask me, Lady," inquired my master, "to betray Ar?"
She suddenly sank to her knees in terror before him. Would she be instantly slain? "No, Captain," she whispered.
"Considering your future status," said my master, "you may begin now to address free men by the title of 'Master. The experience and the practice will do you good."
"Yes," she said, "-Master."
"Behind you, Lady Sabina," said my master, "you will note a slave girl, Lehna."
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Earlier this evening," said my master, "you much and richly switched her."
"Yes, Master," said the Lady Sabina.
"Give Lehna a switch," said my master to one of his men. Lehna beamed. She was given a switch.
"Lehna," said my master, "should the Lady Sabina daily or in any way attempt to delay the coffle, it will be your charge to hasten her."
"Yes, Master," said Lehna. I did not envy the Lady Sabina.
"I am sorry I switched you, Lehna," said the Lady Sabina.
Lehna struck her savagely across the back with the switch, and the Lady Sabina, whose thin undergarment shielded her from the blow scarcely at all, cried out with misery. She could not believe the sting of the stripe. It was, I conjectured, the first time in her life she had ever been struck. "Lehna!" she cried.
"Address the girls as Mistress," ordered my master, standing over the kneeling free girl.
"Yes, Master," she said.
Lehna again, savagely, struck the kneeling girl. "Please, do not strike me, Mistress!" wept the Lady Sabina.
My master turned away, to speak to his men. In a few moments he, not looking back, strode away, through the trees, followed by the majority of his men, in single file. One man remained behind, to follow the coffle, some yards to the rear.
"On your feet, Lady Sabina!" cried Lehna.
The Lady Sabina leapt to her feet, with a rustle of chain.
"You will take your first step with your deft foot," said Lehan, "upon my signal. Later you will learn to walk gracefully and beautifully in chains. That is too much to expect now from an ignorant girl."
"Yes, Mistress," said the Lady Sabina.
"Are you ready, noble, lofty Lady Sabina?" inquired Lehna.
"I am sorry I switched you, Mistress," said the Lady Sabina.
"Do not fret, my dear," said Lehna. "I will see that you are well repaid."
"Please, Mistress!" cried the Lady Sabina.
"Were you given permission to speak in coffle?" asked Lehna.
"No, Mistress," moaned the Lady Sabina. Lehna then struck her twice, cruelly, with the switch.
"Do you think me weak, Lady Sabina?" inquired Lehna.
"No, no!" wept the Lady Sabina.
Lehna then struck her again. "You are right," she said. "I am not weak."
The Lady Sabina wept.
"Stand straight," said Lehna. "Straighter!" She poked the Lady Sabina with the switch.