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.""l wouldn't have wanted your property Kamchak," I said."You like her," announced Kamchak."Nonsense," I said to him."Nonsense," said Elizabeth, sleepily."Sell her to him," recommended Aphris, hiccuping."You only want to be First Girl," said Elizabeth."I'd give her away myself," said Aphris."She is only a barbarian."Elizabeth lifted her head from my shoulder and regarded me.She spoke inEnglish."My name is Miss ElizabethCardwell, Mr.Cabot," she said, "would you like to buy me?""No," I said, in English."I didn't think so," she said, again in English, and put herfile:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of.ounter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt (110 of 238) [1/20/03 3:28:27 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt head back on my shoulder."Did you not observe," asked Kamchak, "how she moved and breathed when youlocked the steel on her?"I hadn't thought much about it."I guess not," I said."Why do you think I let you chain her?" asked Kamchak."I don't know," I said."To see," he said."And it is as I thought your steel kindles her.""Nonsense," I said."Nonsense." said Elizabeth."I suppose," said Elizabeth, "I could hop all the way on one foot."I myself doubted that this would be feasible, particularly In her condition."You probably could," said Aphris, "you have muscular legs"I did not regard Miss Cardwell's legs as muscular.She was, however, a goodrunner.Miss Cardwell lifted her chin from my shoulder."Slave,"she said."Barbarian," retorted Aphris."Release her," said Kamchak.1 reached into the pouch at my belt to secure the key to the hobble."No," said Elizabeth, "I will stay.""If Master permits," added Aphris."Yes," said Elizabeth, glowering, "if Master permits.""All right," said Kamchak."Thank you, Master," said Elizabeth politely, and once more put her head on myshoulder."You should buy her" said Kamchak."No," I said.`'I will give you a good price," he said.Oh, yes, I said to myself, a good price, and ho, ho, ho."No," I said."Very well," said Kamchak.Page 107 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlI breathed more easily.About that time the black-clad figure of a woman ap-peared on the steps of the slave wagon.I heard Kamchak hush up Ahpris ofTuria and he gave Elizabeth a poke in the ribs that she might bestir herself."Watch, you miserable cooking-pot wenches," he said, "and learn a thing ortwo!"A silence came over the crowd.Almost without meaning to, I noticed, over toone side, a hooded member of the Clan of Torturers.I was confident it was hewho had often followed me about the camp.But this matter was dismissed from my mind by the performance which was aboutto begin.Aphris was watching intently, her lips parted.Kamchak's eyes weregleaming.Even Elizabeth had lifted her head now from my shoulder and was rising on herknees a bit for a clearer view.The figure of the woman, swathed in black, heavily veiled, descended the stepsof the slave wagon.Once at the foot of the stairs she stopped and stood for along moment.Then the musicians began, the hand-drums first, a rhythm ofheartbeat and flight.To the music, beautifully, it seemed the frightened figure ran first here andthen there, occasionally avoiding imaginary objects or throwing up her arms,ran as though through the crowds of a burning city alone, yet somehowsuggesting the presence about her of hunted others.Now, in the back-file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of.ounter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt (111 of 238) [1/20/03 3:28:27 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt ground, scarcely to be seen, was the figure of a warrior inscarlet cape.He, too, in his way, though hardly seeming to move, approached,and it seemed that wherever the girl might flee there was found the warrior.And then at last his hand was upon her shoulder and she threw hack her andlifted her hands and it seemed her entire hotly was wretchedness and despair.He turned the figure to hen and, with both hands, brushed away hood and veil.There was a cry of delight from the crowd.The girl's face was fixed in the dancer's stylized moan of terror, but she wasbeautiful.I had seen her before, of course, as had Kamchak, but it wasstartling still to see her thus in the firelight her hair was long and silkenblack, her eyes dark, the color of her skin tarnish.She seemed to plead with the warrior but he did not move.She seemed to writhe in misery and try to escape his grip but she did not.Then he removed his hands from her shoulders and, as the crowd cried out, shesank in abject misery at his feet and performed the ceremony of submission,kneeling, lowering the head and lifting and extending the arms, wristscrossed.The warrior then turned from her and held out one hand.Someone from the darkness threw him, coiled, the chain and collar.He gestured for the woman to rise and she did so and stood before him, headlowered.He pushed up her head and then, with a click that could be heard throughoutthe enclosure, closed the collar a Turi-an collar about her throat.The chain to which the collar was attached was agood deal longer than that of the Sirik, containing perhaps twenty feet oflength.Then, to the music, the girl seemed to twist and turn and move away from him,as he played out the chain, until she stood wretched some twenty feet from himat the chain's length.She did not move then for a moment, but stood croucheddown, her hands on the chain.I saw that Aphris and Elizabeth were watching fascinated.Kamchak, too, would not take his eyes from the woman.The music had stopped.Page 108 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThen with a suddenness that almost made me jump and the crowd cry out withdelight-the music began again but this time as a barbaric cry of rebellion andrage and the wench from Port Kar was suddenly a chained she-larl biting andtearing at the chain and she had cast her black robes from her and stoodsavage revealed in diaphanous, swirling yellowPleasure Silk.There was now a frenzy and hatred in the dance, a fury even tothe baring of teeth and snarling.She turned within the collar, as the Turiancollar is designed to permit.She circled the warrior like a captive moon tohis imprisoning scarlet sun, always at the length of the chain.Then he would take up a fist of chain, drawing her each time inches closer
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