"There are no tarns in camp," said one of the men. "There are no tharlarion within the wire."
I did not respond to him.
I had two plans, concerning the prospects of neither of which was I sanguine. In both of these plans I wished to encounter Octantius, in the first, by a bold ruse, if he did not have the gold with him, to convince him of the dubiousness of his receiving it, thereby hopefully at least buying time; and in the second, if he had the gold with him, perhaps to lure or shame him into personal combat, following which, if I were successful, I might be able to seize the gold and distribute it among the others, thereby hopefully disbanding them.
It was now past noon and, the animals having been for the most part fed and watered, and groomed, and the camp now open, there were several visitors, onlookers, guests, dealers, customers, and such, about. To be sure, as it was only the beginning of the business day, which would last until the 20th Ahn, the Gorean midnight, the crowds were not yet heavy. I was now making my way toward the main gate.
"There is Octantius!" said a fellow.
I stopped, and found myself then in the center of a large ring of men, some one hundred feet or so in diameter, waiting in the first concourse, near the main gate, surely at least seventy or eighty of them.
"Tal," said Octantius, rising from a chair, beneath an awning, handing his beverage to a subordinate. Such chairs, awnings, and such, as well as food and drink, are available in the camp. Conveniences, facilities, refreshments, and such, are commonly available in large camps, as they are, for example, at games, tharlarion races, and Kaissa matches.
"Tal," said I to him.
He pointed to a sack, in the hands of a fellow near him. "I had not expected the entire slave to be delivered so conveniently to me," he said. "I thought to receive only her head, to be placed in this sack."
None of the fellows in the large ring approached me. I looked about to make certain of this.
Ina sank to her knees beside me. I do not think she now found it possible to stand. On the other hand, it was appropriate for her to kneel, as she was in the presence of free men.
"Do you recall me?" he called to Ina.
"Yes," she said.
"I once took orders from her," said Octantius.
There was laughter from some of the men about.
"Where are your veils and fine robes now?" he called.
She was silent.
"You are now what you should always have been," he said, "a slave girl."
She was silent.
"Is it not true?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
I looked at her, sharply.
"Yes, Master!" she called to Octantius.
"And with pierced ears!" he called.
"Yes, Master!" she wept.
There was much laughter from the ring of men about. What a reduction in her status had taken place! What a lowly slave she had become! Besides the men of Octantius there were several others, too, who had gathered about, a small crowd, in fact.
"Will it not be amusing," called he to her, "to deliver your head to my superior, with its ears pierced."
There was laughter. She shuddered.
"Will it not?" he asked, sternly.
"Yes, Master!" she wept. There was more laughter.
"It has been reported to me that you have fought well," said Octantius to me.
I did not respond to him.
"Cut off her head," he said.
"No," I said.
"Deliver her to us and you will be spared," he said.
"No," I said.
"Very well," said he. "The choice is yours." He signaled to some fellows about him, crossbowmen. There were some ten of them. They drew their quarrels and placed them in the guide.
"Wait!" I said.
He lifted his hand, the bowmen then not leveling their weapons.
"The gold will never be paid for her!" I said.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Saphronicus," I said, "is dead."
He seemed suddenly startled.
I assumed, of course, surely a reasonable assumption, and apparently a correct one, that he was the agent of Saphronicus, commander of the forces of Ar in the north. Saphronicus, presumably the major conspirator in the north, would be the fellow most likely to direct Octantius and provide the reward.
"Saphronicus is not dead," said Octantius.
"He is dead," I insisted.
"How have you heard this?" inquired Octantius, smiling.
"I have heard it," I said. I had, of course, heard nothing of the sort. I hoped, of course, if Octantius did not have the gold with him, that there would now be doubt, in the event of the death of Saphronicus, as to its eventual appearance. I hoped in this way to buy time. I did not think they would be likely to kill Ina, who was now a very lovely slave, for nothing. There are obviously much better things to do with beautiful slaves. Keep them, to serve perfectly, subject to the full rigors of the mastery.
Octantius put back his head and laughed.
"Saphronicus is dead!" I insisted, addressing this more to the other fellows about than Octantius.
The men of Octantius, a rough crew on the whole, looked at one another uneasily. Too, as I have mentioned, there were now several others about also, a small crowd, and, as a matter of fact, now more than before. As fellows came in they naturally drifted to the circumference of the circle, and about it, to see what might be occurring.
"Octantius?" asked one of his men, in the ring.
"He is lying," said Octantius.
The men looked at one another.
"It is a game, a ruse, to buy time," said Octantius. "Can you not tell?"
I saw, to my satisfaction, that the men were not completely convinced of this. News, on Gor, of course, does not travel in a uniform, reliable fashion. Too, given the distances and the modes of transportation, and occasionally the hardships and peril of travel, it does not always move quickly. Too, it can depend on things as simple as the luck of a messenger, and who speaks to whom. There were doubtless many cities on Gor which did not even know, as yet, of the fall of Ar's Station. Too, as one might expect, in such a milieu, rumors tend to be rampant. If it is often difficult even in a Ubar's court, perhaps because of the shadings and distortions of reports from subsidiary cities and towns, to ascertain exactly what happened, one may well imagine the problems encountered by the populace in general, in the markets, the baths and taverns.
"Even if Saphronicus were dead, which he is not," said Octantius, angrily, "it does not matter."
The men looked at one another.
"The gold," said Octantius, angrily, lifting a pouch, on its string, from within his tunic, "is here!"
"Aii!" cried more than one man, pleased.
I had supposed that the gold would be with Octantius, as he had told me he would bring it with him, but I did not, of course, know that. A hundred pieces of gold, for example, is a great deal of money to be carrying about, particularly standardized tarn disks. Indeed, on Gor it is a fortune. It would not have been absurd if he had had with him not the gold, but only a note, to be drawn on one of the banks, like strongholds, on Brundisium's Street of Coins. Had that been the case I would have attempted to cast doubt on the value of the note. Many of the ruffians probably could not read. Too, they were the sort of men who would be inclined to distrust financial papers, such as letters of credit, drafts, checks, and such. Certainly such things were not like a coin in their fist or a woman in their arms.
"Challenge me," I invited Octantius.
He smiled.
"If you want her," I called to him, "let us do the game of blades."
He slipped the gold, on the strung pouch, the string about his neck, back in his tunic.
"She is naught but a property," I said. "Let her disposition ride then upon the outcome of sword sport."
"I think not," he said.