Kajira of Gor (25 page)

making our way back to the palace. He carried a torch. The smaller streets of

Gorean cities are often dark at night. The pedestrians carry their own light.

“I would prefer,” said Drusus Rencius, “that we had kept to the main thorough

fares.”

I wished to speak to citizens in lesser known districts, as well,” I said.

“Is Lady Sheila satisfied?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, “on the whole, though the people often seemed reticent, or

frightened.”

“are troubled,” said Drusus Rencius.

I had stopped many passersby, particularly in the larger streets, making

inquiries. I had even stopped in some of the more respectable taverns, those in

which free women, without difficulty, might enter. The people seemed

enthusiastically appreciative of the governance of the Tatrix and made light of

shortages. They discounted and belittled rumors of discontentment or unrest in

Corcyrus. Things in Corcyrus, it seemed, were much as Ligurious had assured me.

The people were supportive of the policies of the palace, loyal to the state and

personally devoted to their beloved Tatrix.

“Many of the shops,” I said, “’are boarded up.”

“Many merchants have left the city,” said Drusus Rencius, “taking their goods

with them.”

“Why?” I asked.

“They are afraid,” he said. “The Street of Coins is almost closed.”

This was actually a set of streets, or district, where money changing and

banking were done. “ere are other types of establishments in the area, too, of

course. “’Private citizens, too, many of them,” said Drusus Rencius, “their

goods on their back, have taken their leave of the city.”

“Craven rabble,” I said. “Why can they not be brave Re the others?”

“Waitl” said Drusus Rencius, stopping. He lifted the torch, which he carried in

his left hand, increasing the range of its illumination, and put out his right

band, holding me back, a barrier to my advance.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I heard something,” he said. “Stay back.”

I stepped back. The sword of Drusus Rencius left its sheath. I now understood

why he, though right-handed, had been carrying the torch in his left hand. It

facilitated an immediate draw.

“I do not hear anything,” I said.

“Be quiet,” he said.

I suddenly saw, emerging from the darkness, three shapes. “Tal, Soldier,” said

one of them.

“Tal,” said Drusus Rencius. He backed against a wall. I stood very near him,

frightened.

“We are lost,” said one of the shapes, ingratiatingly. He drew a sheet of paper

from within his tunic. “I have directions here, on a sheet of paper. You have a

torch.”

“Do not approach,” said Drusus Rencius.

The fellow smiled and, slowly, in his fingers, wadded up the sheet of paper, and

dropped it to the street.

Three swords then left their sheaths.

“Give us the woman,” said the man.

“No,” said Drusus Rencius.

I suddenly cried out, seized from the side, and I saw Drusus Rencius, the torch

flung to the side, lunge toward the man who had been in the center of the first

two. One man, one of two who had been approaching us from the side, threw me

back against a wall. I could not move because of his presence. My veil, not even

unpinned, was. wadded and thrust back, deeply in my mouth. I heard swords

clashing.

I was turned to the side and my robes of concealment were pulled forward and

down, over my head. A narrow strap was then slung about my head and pulled back,

deeply between my teeth, and tied tightly behind the back of my neck. This

secured the entire arrangement. I then, in my own garments, had been effectively

gagged and hooded. I was then turned to the wall and my hands were jerked behind

my back. In a moment, with two or three loops of cord, they were fastened in

place. I then felt myself lifted to the shoulder of a man. I was utterly

helpless. I heard another sword, quite near me, sliding from its sheath. “Runl”

I heard a man cry. I was flung then from his shoulder, striking my own shoulder

against a wall, and sliding down to the street. I heard feet running away.

“They are gone,” I heard Drusus Rencius say.

I whimpered as loudly as I could. Only such tiny, piteous noises were permitted

me by the gag.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. “There you are,” said Drusus Rencius.

I heard a sword laid on the stones behind me. Then, feeling about my head,

Drusus Rencius undid the strap that held my gag and hood in place. The fresh air

felt good on my face. I could hardly see him, but inches from me. The torch had

gone out. He, in the darkness, adjusted my veil.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “Who were they?”

“Probably slavers,” he said. “I do not know. They are gone now.”

“Slavers?” I whispered, in horror.

“Probably,” he said. “It was you they were interested in. They did not appear to

be young ruffians out for an evening’s sport. Too, they seem to have handled you

with an efficiency that comes with training and practice.”

I was then silent, trembling.

“They are gone now,” said Drusus Rencius.

“My hands are tied,” I whimpered.

“Forgive me,” be said. He then, after a moment, bad freed my wrists. He then

picked up his blade. He then rose to his feet. I was on my knees, then, before

him. I held him about the legs, and put my face against his leg. I was terrified

from what had occurred. I was still trembling.

“Get up,” he said, angrily. “Your behavior seems too much like that of a woman.”

“I am a woman,” I said.

“No,” he said. “You are a Tatrix.”

I sobbed.

“Get up,” he said.

“I could have been carried into slavery,” I said, frightened, holding him.

“You torturing slut,” he snarled, suddenly, “I am tempted to put chains on you

myself.”

“Are you so attracted to me, Drusus?” I said, startled. “So attracted to me that

you would be satisfied with nothing less than my total submission?”

“Torturing slut!” he said. “Get up!”

“You do desire me!” I said. “You desire me with the most powerful desire with

which a man can desire a woman, that he own her completely, that she be his

total slave!”

“I hate you, and despise you!” he said.

“And want me!” I said.

“Let us return to the palace,” he said, “before I leave you here in the

darkness, a prey to those who, more than I, would see to it that you get what

you deserve.”

“And what is it that I deserve, Drusus,” I asked, at his feet.

“A marked thigh,” he said, angrily, “and a collar-encircled neck.

“Do you think that I am a slave? I cried.

“You would make an ideal slave,” he said.

“Insolence!” I cried.

“Truth,” he said.

I cried out in rage.

“But you are not a slave,” he said. “Get up.”

“It is fortunate for me that I am not a slave, isn’t it,” I asked, “at the feet

of a man such as you?”

“Yes,” he said, “it is very fortunate for you.”

“And what would you do with me,” I asked, “if you did own me?’

“Give me your hands,” I said.

He then helped me up.

I smoothed my robes. “It is interesting to know that you desire me,” I said

He was silent.

“Indeed,” I said, “it is quite amusing. Perhaps I should have you whipped for

insolence. Do not. aspire above your station, Drusus. I am a Tatrix. You are

nothing, only a guard.”

“Yes, Tatrix,” he said.

“I hold you in contempt,” I said. “I scorn you. I am worlds above you.”

“Yes, Tatrix,” he said.

“And do not forget it,” I said.

“No, Tatrix,” he said.

“What are you doing?” I asked. I had seen his arm move, with the blade.

“I am cleaning the blade, wiping it on my tunic,” he said.,

“Cleaning it?” I asked.

“In driving the men off, I wounded two of them,” he said.

“Are you all right?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. I resisted an impulse to kneel before him, begging to lick the

blood from the blade, begging him then to dry it in my hair.

“Is it clean?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“Do not sheathe it until we reach the palace,” I said. “The streets are dark.”

“I have no intention of doing so,” he said.

“At least,” I said, “I have satisfied myself as to the condition of the

citizenry and the status of the city.”

“How is that?” he asked.

“’You heard, surely,” I said. “The people make light of privations. They are

loyal. They are devoted to their Tatrix.”

“Such are the answers to be given.to such questions in Corcyrus,” he said.

“I do not understand,” I said.

“The people are afraid,” he said. “You have inspired terror. Your rule is one of

iron.”

“I do not understand,” I said.

“Fool, your spies are everywhere,” he said. “The people to whom you spoke

probably mistook you, ironically enough, for one of your own spies.”

“I have no spies,” I said.

“I can name seven,” said Drusus Rencius. “How many you have, of course, I do not

know.”

I shuddered, confused. These spies, if, indeed, there were any, must be

reporting to someone else, perhaps to Ligurious.

“Will we light the torch on the way home?” I asked.

“I think it will be safer to move silently in the darkness,” said Drusus

Rencius.

“Perhaps you are right,” I said, shuddering.

“Please follow me, a bit behind,” said Drusus Rencius. “I mean this as no insult

to you.”

“I understand,” I said. I certainly had no objections, under the circumstance,

to heeling him like a slave.

“Are you coming?” he asked. He turned about.

“It is so dark,” I said.

“I do not think it will be safe to remain here,” he said. “Try to follow me.”

“I am afraid,” I said. I could not see my footing.

“Do you wish for me to carry you?” he asked.

“And how would you do that?” I asked, apprehensively.

“In my arms, with honor,” he said. “Did you think I would throw you over my

shoulder like a bound slave?”

I was silent. How did I know how Drusus Rencius would carry a woman,

particularly a woman such as I sensed I might be. I did know how the other

fellow had carried me, over his shoulder, bound, absolutely helpless, perhaps,

indeed, like a slave.

“It would be better for you to walk,” said Drusus Rencius. “In that fashion my

sword arm would be unencumbered.”

“Are these streets not supposed to be patrolled by guardsmen?” I asked.

“Most of the guardsmen,” said Drusus Rencius, “have been sent to the west, to

the front.”

I was silent.

“The forces of Ar will be difficult to hold,” said Drusus Rencius.

“Of Ar!” I said.

“Yes,” said Drusus Rencius. “Forces of Ar entered the fray after the seizure of

the mines. Argentum, as you know, is an :ally of Ar.”

I had not known this, basic though it might be. Many things, it seemed, bad not

been made clear to me. I did know that we were supposed to have strong ties of

one sort or another with the island ubarate of Cos. Susan, I knew, had been

bought in Cos. I knew almost nothing of Ar. I did know that Drusus Rencius had

once been of that city. Too, I knew it was one of the most powerful, if not the

most powerful, City on Gor. In known Gor, it was rivaled only by Turia, in Gor’s

southern hemisphere.

“Our forces will be victorious,” I assured Drusus Rencius.

“The enemy is already within twenty pasangs of Corcyrus, be said.

“Take me back to the palace,” I said, “swiftly, please.”

“Yes, Lady Sheila,” he said.

He then turned about, and started off, through the darkness. I hurried along

behind him, heeling him like a slave.

I felt miserable, and terrified and sick In the palace I would be safe.

11
   
Susan Has Been Beaten; Ligurious Speaks With Me; There is Nothing to Fear;

I Am Safe in the Palace

I was thrust into my quarters by a guard, and the door was shut behind me.

A lamp was lit in the room. I heard whimpering.

“Susanl” I cried.

The girl lay on her belly, naked on the tiles. Even the silken collar sheath, of

one color or another, which was usually worn, selected to match a tunic, was

gone. Her neck was encircled by the bared, unadorned steel alone. She had been

terribly whipped. I knelt beside the, girl. “The brutesl” I cried, softly. I

touched her hair, gently. Tonight I knew she had danced the whip dance.

“This was not done to me by guardsmen, Mistress,” she said. Then she began to

sob.

“By whom, then?” I demanded.

“It was done to me by the slave master of Ligurious, on the orders of

Ligurious,” she said.

“But, why?” I asked.

“Because I did not inform Ligurious that you had had Drusus Rencius summoned

tonight to your quarters.”

“How did he learn of this?” I asked.

“Doubtless from a guard, and, too, that you had left the palace,” she said.

“I am sorry, Susan,” I said. It had been I, I recalled, in the prosecution of my

own plans, and in my desire for secrecy, who had suggested to Susan that the

summoning of Drusus Rencius to my quarters need not be made known to Ligurious.

“Why have you been put here?” I asked.

“That you may see me, Mistress,” she sobbed.

“It is all my fault,” I said.

“No, Mistress,” she said. “It is my fault. I was not pleasing to my master.”