Hunters of Gor (12 page)

She knew as well as I the contempt in which panther girls held female slaves.

She, Tina, was well marked.

She was well marked as what she was, a female slave.

“If they did not use you as their slave themselves,” I said, “you would be soon

sold.”

Tina, the slave, wept. I turned and left her.

Cara, in her own collar, went to comfort her.

That night I went again to the hold, to once again look upon Sheera.

She had now been branded.

I lifted the lamp, to better regard her.

The brand was an excellent one.

She knelt, chained to the ring. She did not attempt to cover herself.

“Why did you buy me?”

“Come to my arms,” I said.

“No!” she said, “No!”

“Come to my arms,” I said.

She lifted her arms to me.

The next night, I again looked upon Sheera. Without speaking, she opened her

arms, and sought me, pressing her body, kneeling, to mine, her lips to mine.

The following night, the night before we would make landfall in Laura, when I

had finished with her, she lay on her belly on the planks, her head in her

hands, lifted, on her elbows. Her hair was forward. She was breathing deeply.

Even in the flickering light I could see the beautiful mottlings on her body, on

the sides of her breasts and body, red and white, still rich and subtle in her

hot, blood-charged skin. The chain dangled to the floor, where it lay, half

coiled near the ring. The fruit of her body hung free, and lovely. The nipples

were still arch.

She turned her head toward me, and looked at me, through her hair, with glazed

eyes.

She put her head down.

I knelt behind her, and above her, on one knee, and, with a snap, fastened the

slave collar on her throat.

She did not protest. She knew that she had yielded to me, as a slave girl to her

master.

I took her by the shoulders, and turned her on her back. her entire belly and

breasts, like much the rest of her body, was rich with the beautiful mottlings.

I touched the nipples. How beautiful there were, large, delicate, sensitive now,

almost painfully swollen with blood. I kissed them. She reached for me again,

lifting her head, the chain at her neck, lips parted.

When I again noted the lamp, it had burned low.

I rose to my knees, and looked down upon her. I saw my collar locked at her

throat.

“Greetings, Slave,” I said.

She looked up at me.

“Tomorrow,” I said, “we make landfall in Laura. I will then release you from the

hold.”

I bent to her throat, there was still fastened the golden chains and claws that

she had worn when she had met us, long ago, at the exchange point, which she had

worn when she had been purchased, which she had worn in the hold. I removed the

chains and claws. She did not protest. Then I bent to her left ankle and removed

the anklet of threaded shells. She did not protest. She was no longer a panther

girl.

“When I release you tomorrow from the hold,” I asked, “which garment shall I

bring you?”

She turned her head to one side. “The garment of a female slave,” she said.

Rim and I, and Thurnock, moored at Laura, in the stern castle, studied a rough

map of the territory north and east of that rustic town.

On the map, as nearly as we could, we traced, with various straight lines, what

we would take to be the path to Verna’s camp and dancing circle.

“Somewhere in here, I said, pointing with a stylus, “they must lie.”

“why not follow the tree blazings, and such?” asked Thurnock.

“If the girls Tana and Ela knew so well the route to the camp and circle,” said

Rim, “others, too, must know of it.”

“Further,” I said, “it is my understanding that Verna expects Marlenus of Ar to

pursue her. It is doubtless important to her that he do so, to accord with her

plans, those plans by means of which she hopes to take vengeance upon him for

her former capture and humiliation.” I looked at Thurnock. “It is quite

possible,” I said, “that she would even permit such information to fall into his

hands.”

“That she might know his approach route, and perhaps ambush him,” said Rim,

running his tongue over his lips.

“Yes,” I said.

“We would not care,” said Rim, “to fall into her trap.”

“But Marlenus,” said Thurnock, “He is a great Ubar. Surely he will be wary?”

“Marlenus,” I said, “is a great Ubar, but he is not always wise.”

“Marlenus,” said Rim, “doubtless believes himself to be the hunter. He expects

panther girls to feel from him and his men. He expects difficulty only in

managing their capture.”

“The tabuk he expects to net,” I said, “are not unlikely panthers, she-panthers,

following him, intent upon their own hunt.”

“Aiii,” said Thurnock.

“Yes,” I said.

“On the other hand,” said Rim, “Verna does not know of us. We have with us the

element of surprise.”

“I do wish,” I said, “to approach the camp from some direction other than the

blazed trail. On the other hand, I am not interested in storming it with slave

nets.”

“Do you expect to deal with panther girls?” he asked, smiling.

I put down the stylus on the map. “I am a merchant,” I said.

“How shall we proceed?” asked Thurnock.

“We shall make a base camp, in accord with our putative interest in obtaining

the skins of sleen,” I said. “Then, selected men will enter the forest, but as

though they did not know the location of Verna’s camp and dancing circle. We

must then make contact with some members of her band. Either they will contact

us, or we them.”

“It is not uncommon for panther girls to first make contact,” said Rim, smiling,

“with a hunting arrow in the back.”

“We shall release, suitably braceleted, a slave girl, to make contact with

them.”

“They will hunt her, and capture her,” said Rim, smiling.

“Of course,” I said.

“Then the girl,” said Rim, “will give them our message, that we would negotiate

for female slaves they may have in their camps.”

“What girl, braceleted, could live in the forests?” asked Thurnock.

“No girl, braceleted,” I said, “can live long in the forests. That will be an

incentive to the girl we release to see that she swiftly falls to Verna’s band.”

“Yes,” said Rim, “and if she fails to find Verna’s band, she, braceleted, will

be forced to return to us.”

“Yes,” said Thurnock.

“But I expect,” I said, “that she will have little difficulty in falling in with

Verna’s band.”

“You have in mind a skilled girl,” said Thurnock, “one experienced in the way of

the forests.”

“Yes,” I said.

“But,” said Thurnock, troubled, “have you considered that they, the panther

women of Verna’s band, might keep the girl we have released?”

“I have considered that,” I said.

Thurnock looked at me, puzzled.

“Suppose,” said I, “that the girl released, she who is captured by Verna’s band,

is well know to Verna. Suppose that that girl were a rival to Verna, a personal

enemy, one of long standing.”

Rim laughed.

“What then,” asked I , of Thurnock,” do you suppose Verna, and her band, would

do with her?”

“I see,” said Thurnock, grinning.

“She would be promptly returned to slavery,” said Rim.

“And,” said I, smiling, “we would have made contact with Verna’s band, and we

would get our girl back.”

Thurnock grinned. “But what girl could we use?” he asked.

“Sheera,” said I.

Thurnock nodded, and Rim laughed.

“I thought,” said I, “that it would not be impossible that I might find use for

that piece of property.”

“I gather,” said Rim, “that you have already found uses for that bit of

property, in the hold.”

“Yes,” I said, “but that is unimportant.” She was only a slave.

“One thing troubles me,” said Rim. “Verna has taken Talena to the forests, to

bait a trap for Marlenus. Why then should she sell her to you?”

“That may be a matter of timing,” I said, “and of information, and prices.”

“How is that?” asked Rim.

I shrugged. “Suppose Marlenus falls to Verna,” I suggested. “Then she would not

need the bait longer, and might, for a good price, dispose of it.”

“Marlenus? Fall to Verna?” asked Thurnock.

“Panther girls are dangerous,” I said. “I do not think Marlenus, who is a proud

man, well understands that.” I looked at Thurnock. “But,” said I, “ the

important thing to Verna’s plan is that Marlenus believe she holds Talena. As

long as he believes that, it does not make a difference whether she does, or

not. So, why might she not, provided the sale is secret, sell Talena to me,

regardless of the outcome of her pursuit of Marlenus?”

“Perhaps she would fear you would simply, for gold, return Talena to Marlenus,”

said Thurnock.

“We shall convince her, “ I said, “ that we are of Tabor.”

Tabor, though a free island, administered by merchants, would not be eager to

affront Tyros, her powerful neighbor. For more than a century there had been bad

blood between Tyros and Ar. A merchant of Tabor, accordingly, fearing Tyros,

would not be likely to return Talena to Marlenus. Such an act might mean war. It

would be far more likely that the girl would be presented to Tyros, the daughter

of their enemy, naked and in chains of a slave, as a token of good will.

The bad blood between Tyros and Ar had primarily to do with Tyros’ financings of

Vosk pirates, to harry river shipping and the northern borders of Ar. Vosk

pirates now little bothered the realm of Ar, but the memories remained. Vosk

traffic, to Ar, which has no sea port, is important. It permits her much wider

trade perimeters than would otherwise be possible. Something similar is true of

the Cartius, far to her south. Unfortunately for Ar, or perhaps fortunately for

the maritime powers of Thassa, it is almost impossible to bring a large ship or

barge through the Vosk’s delta to the sea. Ar remains substantially a land

power, but the river traffic, on the Vosk and, to the south, on the Cartius, is

important to her. Tyros’ financing of Vosk pirates, over the past century, was

an attempt to deprive Ar of the Vosk markets, and make those markets more

dependent on overland shipments of goods, originally debarked at shore ports,

brought to them by the cargo ships of Tyros, and other maritime powers.

“What if you do not convince her?” asked Rim, “that you are of Tabor?”

I shrugged. “If the price is high enough,” I suggested, “Verna may not much care

whether we are of Tabor or not.”

“What, however,” asked Rim, “if she does not chose to sell?”

Rim was standing at the window of the stern castle, looking out.

“Then,” said I, “we shall have no choice but to take Talena by force.”

“What if there is an objection,” inquired Rim, “raised on the part of Verna, and

her panther girls?”

“We have more than enough slave chains for Verna and her entire band,” I said.

Rim was still peering out the window of the stern castle. Then he said, “It is

the Rhoda of Tyros.”

I went to the window, Thurnock pressed beside me.

Turning slowly, sweetly, into the wharves of Laura was the heavy-beamed, large

medium galley, bright with the yellow of Tyros. I saw her yard being lowered,

its sail left slack, to be removed from the yard and folded. On her deck I could

see springals and catapults. Her crew moved efficiently. I heard the beat, over

the water, of the copper-covered drum of the keleustes, marking the time for the

oars.

It was the ship from Tyros which had been moored near the Tesephone in Lydius,

the same which had cast off, following the departure of the Tesephone from

Lydius.

It would have been difficult to bring such a ship this far on the river. Twice

in the Tesephone’s own journey upriver, even with her shallow draft, we had

gently ran aground and must needs use the poles to free ourselves. I was

interested that her captain had brought such a ship to Laura. It was, on the

wharves, attracting attention. The only craft commonly seen in Laura were light

galleys, and the ubiquitous barges, towed by tharlarion treading along the

shore.

“What business has such a ship in Laura?” I asked Rim.

“I do not know,” he said.

“It is not impossible,” said Thurnock, “they are concerned with common trade,

panther hides and sleen furs, and such.”

“No,” I said, “it is not impossible.”

We could now see the crew of the Rhoda casting lines to the men at the wharf.

She would soon be moored.

“Tyros,” said I, “is enemy of Ar. Should Marlenus fall to Verna and her band,

Tyros might be much interested in his acquisition.”

It was perhaps for such a reason that the Rhoda had come upriver to Laura.

It would be quite a coup for Tyros, I surmised, did the great Ubar fall into

their hands.

“Perhaps they are not interested in Marlenus,” said Rim, looking at me.

I regarded him, puzzled.

“Who knows,” he asked, “what may happen in the forests?”

“What shall we do, Captain?” asked Thurnock.

“We shall proceed with our plans,” I said.

“You know what you are to do?” I asked Sheera.

“Yes,” she said, standing before me, deep with the forests.

In the brief sleeveless garment of white wool, my collar at her throat, her hair