"No," said my master. "There is, of course, the matter of the treasure dowry."
"Of course," she said. She now breathed more easily. "You are common bandits," she said. Then she said, "You have done well, stout fellows. Your loot is valuable. The dowry is immense and rich. And I, too, in ransom, will bring you much, more even than the dowry you have so boldly taken. But return to me now my veils, and my sandals, too, for my ransom surely will be less if it understood my modesty has been so grievously compromised. Your boldness, for the honor of my name and the security of your skim, may remain our secret."
"The Lady Sabina is generous," said my master.
"I ask only," said the Lady Sabina, "that you not let me fall into the hands of those of Ar."
"Ah, Lady," said my master, "there, you see, lies your true value."
"What do you mean?" she inquired apprehensively.
"We have a long trek ahead of us," said my master. "We must move through brush, and woods, and over fields. You must be attired for such a journey in a more practical fashion."
"What are you going to do?" she cried.
He slipped her gloves from her fingers.
"What are you going to do!" she cried.
"We have a long journey ahead of us," he said.
He then, with his knife, to her horror, cut away her cumbersome robes of concealment, until she was clad only in the last of her undergarments. He then ripped the sleeves from the undergarment, and they hung about her wrists, loose, kept from falling by her wrists and the slave bracelets confining her at the tree. "Sleen!" she cried. "Sleen!" He then, too, with his knife, and ripping, in a ragged circle, about her legs, above the knees, shortened the undergarment. Her calves might now be seen. They were pretty. "Sleen!" she cried. He then, upon this outburst, casually ripped away a large piece of the garment, stripping her to the thighs and, on the left side, when he discarded the piece of material, to the hip. Her outburst had earned her only more exposure. She was now as leg stripped or more than Donna, Chanda and Marla, Lehna, who had been stripped for her switching at her mistress's hands in the camp, and I, who had been stripped by the captain at the camp, were nude. The Lady Sabina, I noted, had lovely legs. She seethed at the tree. She pulled at the bracelets, tearing at the bark of the tree.
"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.