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"You have ten Ihn," he said, "to strip, and kneel where you are, on the straw."

Frenziedly Aynur fumbled with the string at her vest, at last jerking the vest open and slipping it back.

With her right hand she seized the golden clasp at her left hip and opened it, flinging the silk to the side and dropping to her knees.

"On your back," said one of the men. Swiftly Aynur obeyed.

She then served them.

After a time, I heard one of the men ask her, "Are you proud?"

"No, Master," she cried. "No, Master!"

And then I realized that Aynur, indeed, was now no different from the rest of us. She was now only another slave, at the mercy of masters.

That had occurred, I think, three days ago, at any rate within a few minutes of our having come to this place. I could now see Aynur through the perforations of the slave box. She was sitting at the wall, naked, on the straw, her knees drawn up, her head down, hair before her face, her wrists up, tied together, over her head, fastened to a ring in the wall. I thought the men were very cruel to her. Surely they showed her little mercy. I sometimes felt sorry for her, even though she had brought me into their power. These men, masked ruffians, brigands, I thought, were not gentle with slaves to begin with. They were the sort of men who would master a woman with great strictness, the sort of men whom we know we must please and obey, with no nonsense about it. But, too, I think they were cruel to her because she had not kept properly the office of the first girl, because she had dishonored her trust, because she had entered into an intrigue, because she had coveted gold, because she had betrayed her master.

Such things tend not to be overlooked by the men of this world. They tend to disapprove of such slaves.

She was now theirs, and helpless. I did not know what they would do with her.

I looked at her, through the perforations in the slave box. She now had her head turned toward me, looking at me, or the box. I did not know if she could see me within or not. Much would depend, I supposed, on the light. She shook her head a little, to move the hair from before her face. She would certainly realize that I would understand, if only from the voices, and the sounds, what had been done to her, and the sort of treatment which she had been accorded. Many times she had been made to thrash, and squirm, and howl with pleasure, within feet of me. She had been forced, many times, to show herself, to prove herself, helplessly, irreservedly, a female and a slave before me. Perhaps that cost her much, I such a lowly slave, and only a barbarian. Was she not made to squirm and thrash before me like the commonest pleasure slave in a tavern or brothel? Did she not kick and howl like the lowliest kettle girl?

But why was I not used? These men had not so much as touched me. Her feelings must be complex, and mixed. She was a pa.s.sionate woman, and all her pa.s.sion had been liberated by her slavery. She, then, like the others, must have been starved in the gardens. How often could she have lain in the arms of her Camillus? Surely, seldom! And now she found herself, suddenly, at the mercy of masters who were callous, l.u.s.tful brutes, being put frequently, mercilessly, to their pleasure. Her needs now, it seemed, were richly satisfied, and, as the men would have it, ruthlessly so. But her pride had been stripped from her, and before one she despised. With what joy and anguish must she have suffered, never knowing, too, what her fate was to be. And I, my feelings, too, were mixed. I envied her her uses, and had even, upon occasion, begged that I, too, might serve, but, for some reason, this had been denied to me. My slave needs were aroused, but I must not satisfy them. Once I was cuffed when I begged too hard.

Too, I did not know for what I had been brought here, or who had arranged that it be so. And I did not know, either, what my fate was to be. The tiny things said to me upon occasion, or overheard, served in no way to allay my fears. I looked out at Aynur, through the perforations.

She turned her head away. Her golden collar, too, had been removed, cut from her neck, the filings, even, gathered in the napkin. She, too, now, as she sat at the wall, her hands bound together, over her head, fastened to a ring, wore on her neck only a simple collar, like myself, a rounded, shaped bar of metal. And these were fitted closely to our necks.

We heard, suddenly, a tapping from above, on the other side of the trapdoor. It was not an ordinary tapping, but manifested, rather, a certain pattern, a complex pattern, which was thrice repeated. I did not doubt but what it was a prearranged signal.

The men looked at one another.

Then one came toward me, carrying the cloak which had originally been put about Aynur in the house of Appanius. As he neared the box, I could see only his feet.

He tossed the cloak over the box. I could then no longer see out through the perforations.

I heard the other man climbing up the stairs, toward the trapdoor.

FORTY FOUR

I lay tensely in the box, on my side, my head lifted, trying to listen.

The men conversed with the newcomer in hushed tones. I could not determine what they said.

At one point the box was struck and I jerked back. One of the men had apparently kicked it, the cloak spread over it, indicating it.

"Masters?" I heard Aynur ask, fearfully.

Then I thought that she was being removed from the wall. I also heard, a moment or two later, two small clicks, from which sounds I gathered that she had been braceleted. I also heard a stirring of straw, and supposed that she was pulled forward, presumably to kneel, as free men were present, closer to the box.

A moment later the box, with the cloak, was turned, so that my head was oriented away from the men, toward the opposite wall. The cloak was then lifted away from the box. But I could see nothing but the room through the perforations before me.

"Close your eyes," said a voice, that of one of the men whose captive I was, he whom I took to be first of the two. I closed my eyes. I heard the locks undone, the lid put back, on its hinges. I was on my side in the box. I felt a hand in my hair. I winced, as it urged me up. Too, it turned my head toward the wall, away from the men. "Kneel upright, back straight, head down," said the voice. I was then kneeling in the box, my head down, my eyes closed, facing the wall, away from the men. I felt my wrists pulled together, behind my back, and corded together. The cord was then run down to my ankles, which were crossed, bound together, and tied to my wrists. "Put a knife to her throat," said the man who was near me. I was afraid, but it was Aynur whom I heard whimper.

Certainly I felt no blade at my throat. "We will now see if you have given us the right girl," said one of the two men, he whom I took to be second of the two. He was some feet away, in the room. "Let us hope, for your sake, you have delivered the right slave to us."

"I have tried to do so, Master!" wept Aynur.

"Have you sought to trick us, or betray us?"

"No, Master!"

"Have you made a mistake?"

"I hope not, Master!"

"Is she the right girl?"

"I hope so, Master!" cried Aynur.

"If she is not, you will die," said the man.

I heard Aynur cry out with misery, as though her head had been jerked back by the hair.

I was startled as a cloak, doubtless that which had been put on Aynur in the house of the master, and which had just been over the box, was put about my shoulders. Too, it was loosely draped about me. I felt it on my calves, as I knelt. I was then lifted from the box, in the cloak, and turned, and knelt facing the men. I kept my eyes closed, as I had been commanded. A slave does not disobey such commands. Too, now that I was again kneeling, I kept my head down.

Disobedience is not permitted to us. We are kajirae.

"Lift your head," said the man near me.

I obeyed, but kept my eyes closed.

"It is she, is it not?" said the other man, eagerly, addressing himself, doubtless, to the newcomer in the room.

"Open your eyes," said the man near me, just a little behind me, to my left. I gather he may have received some sign from the newcomer.

I opened my eyes, and found myself kneeling some feet before a seated man. He was in a dark cloak.

Its hood was thrown back but I could not ascertain his features, as he was masked, as were the other two. Aynur was before me but to the left. She was kneeling, naked, her hands behind her, presumably braceleted. Her head was cruelly held back by the hair, by one of the two men whose captive I was, he whom I took to be second amongst them.

He was crouching a little behind her and to her right. His left hand was in her hair, holding her head back, and his right hand grasped the hilt of a knife, its blade at her throat. I looked again, wildly, frightened, at the seated man.

I saw him nod.

"It is she!" said the man holding Aynur. He released Aynur and sheathed his knife. Aynur's head came forward, and she sagged, shuddering.

"Do you dare to look boldly on your master, slave?" inquired the man behind me, to my left.

Quickly, frightened, I lowered my eyes. Why had he spoken of this man as my master? I did not think that he was Appanius of Ar. Had I now a new master? But perhaps this was in the sense that Aynur now had a new master, or masters, that she now belonged, in effect, to those who had captured us. But I, what of me? Would I not, too, in that sense, belong to them? But it seemed not. It seemed, rather, that it was to he who had come most recently down the stairs that I belonged. My submission, my obedience, all that I was, it now seemed, was his. I had been stolen, it seemed, and he was my new master.

And so it was that I knelt before him, in that secret place, far below the streets of the city, bound hand and foot, the cloak about my shoulders, concealing my body.

I knelt very still.

I did not move as I feared to dislodge the cloak. I was afraid it would slip from my shoulders.

I did not know what the sight of my body might do to him, a man of this world, what activities, what agencies, what behaviors, it might precipitate. These are not tamed men, these Goreans.

They are brutes, beasts, men of power, men of pa.s.sion and violence, of inordinate desire, men who relish and celebrate women in every fiber of their being, who take them in hand, and deliciously, completely, uncompromisingly, own them, and master them.

He regarded me, not speaking.

Aynur had lifted her head. Perhaps she, naked and braceleted, envied me the cloak. One of the men, he who was first amongst the two, as I understood it, was still behind me, a little to my left. The other was before me, still a bit behind and to the right of Aynur. But both were now standing.

Both Aynur and I were helpless. We might as well have been chained in a market, or have been in heavily barred, triple-locked capture cages.

"Would you care to see her?" asked the man near me. He bent down, and his large hands, reaching about me, were on either side of my neck, on the edges of the cloak, near my throat.

With a simple movement he might have drawn the cloak down and away, slipping it back and to the sides. I tensed. But the seated man made a tiny gesture, a negative gesture. The man behind me removed his hands from the cloak and straightened up.

"She is pretty," said the other man, encouragingly.

I did not understand why the cloak had been put about me. I did not understand why, now, it had not been removed. Nor, I think, was this clear to those who had been my captors.

I bit my lip, a little. I knew what it was to be looked upon, to be a.s.sessed, to be examined, as a female and a slave. But now I was frightened, for I feared my value to this newcomer, he who had been announced to me as my master, had little to do with whatever features or properties I might possess as a woman in bondage, with such things as beauty, intelligence, character, personality or talent. There was, I feared, a different interest in me, one which might be far more sinister or insidious, one far less immediately intelligible than those a.s.sociated with the typical, obvious values of a slave.

"Very pretty!" urged the second man.

I had been taught to present myself well in chains, or ropes. I had been taught to turn well on a slave block.

But it seemed such things were of little interest to the newcomer.

Desperately I looked at him, trying to read his eyes. You must understand that we literally belong to the masters, and that they may do with us as they please. I hoped that he would be kind.

"She begged for use," said the man behind me. "She had to be cuffed."

I feared I detected contempt in the eyes of the newcomer.

I put down my head.

"She is a hot little s.l.u.t," said the second man.

I looked up, angrily. Could I help myself? And had I not been enslaved? And had my needs not been ignited and enflamed by men? Had they not detected and revealed my most profound erotic secrets?

Had they not released me from myself? Had they not, indeed, forced me, with whip and chain, to become my true self, the needful, hungering, pa.s.sionate self of my dreams? They had not permitted me to hide! Why then was I to be criticized? It was they who had put me in the collar!

"We have kept her starved of s.e.x," said the man behind me, "as you ordered."

Why would he have ordered that? Our eyes met and I quickly lowered my eyes and head, before that fierce gaze. I looked down, fearfully, docilely, humbly. I was a slave.

The seated man then, suddenly, rose to his feet.

I looked up, frightened.

But he paid me no attention.

He reached within his cloak and drew forth a leather pouch. It seemed heavy. It was apparently filled with coin. He tossed this to the man behind me whom I then understood as being surely he who was first of the two who had captured Aynur and myself. The captor did not even count the coins. That the sack had been given to him by the man in the mask was apparently a sufficient guarantee of the integrity of the transaction.

They, I gathered, unlike Aynur and myself, had some sense of he with whom they dealt. They might not know his ident.i.ty, but they were apparently adequately a.s.sured of the validity of his credentials, at least as being those of some contact in question, of his reliability, of his right to conduct certain businesses.

"There were two collars of gold," said the man behind me.

The newcomer made a tiny gesture, granting them such trivial objects.

The collars would doubtless be melted down. Either was doubtless worth more than many slaves, doubtless more than I and perhaps more even than Aynur.

No longer did we wear collars of gold.

No longer were we pleasure-garden girls.

Now, about our necks, as though we might be the least of common girls, were hammered simple rings of iron.

"What of this slave?" asked the second man, indicating Aynur. Aynur turned wildly toward the newcomer.

He would make no claim upon her.

Aynur, wildly, desperately, in terror, threw herself to his feet.

"Please, Master," she begged, "keep me!"

But he stepped away from her, and, when she looked up, it was the two captors who stood over her.

"Have mercy, Masters!" she wept.

"You have served your purpose," said the second man.

"A girl may serve many purposes!" she wept.

"What should we do with her?" asked the second man of the first.

"We could always put her in the slave box, and return her to the porch of the house of Appanius," said the first man, musingly.

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