"John Norman - Gor 08 - Hunters of Gor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norman John)

тАЬYou are both, perhaps, other than you were.тАЭ
тАЬDo you care to dispute these matters with the sword?тАЭ I asked.
тАЬI might,тАЭ said Samos, тАЬif you could establish the pertinence of the
procedure to the issues involved.тАЭ
I looked down, furious.
тАЬIt is possible,тАЭ said Samos, тАЬthat it is an image you love, and not a
woman, that it is not a person, but a memory.тАЭ
тАЬThose who have never loved,тАЭ I told him bitterly, тАЬmust not speak of
what they cannot know,тАЭ
Samos did not seem angry. тАЬPerhaps,тАЭ he said.
тАЬIt is your move,тАЭ I told him.тАЭ
I glanced across the room. A few yards away, on the tiles, in her brief silk,
the two-handled, bronze paga vessel beside her, knelt the slave girl, waiting
to
be summoned. She was dark-haired, and beautiful. She glanced at the chained
male slave, and threw back her head, and smoother her long, dark hair over her
back. In his manacles, kneeling, between his guards, he regarded her. She
observed him, and smiled contemptuously, and then loftily looked away, bored.
Behind his back, in the irons he wore, I sensed his fists were clenched.
тАЬWhat of Talena?тАЭ asked Samos.
тАЬShe will understand,тАЭ I told Samos.
тАЬI have information,тАЭ said he, тАЬthat this evening, following your departure
from your hours, she returned to the marshes.тАЭ
I leaped to my feet.
I was staggered. The room reeled.
тАЬWhat did you expect her to do?тАЭ asked Samos.
тАЬWhy did you not tell me this?тАЭ I cried.
тАЬWhat would you do, if I did?тАЭ he asked. тАЬWould you chain her to the
slave ring at your couch?тАЭ
I looked at him, enraged.
тАЬShe is a proud, and noble woman,тАЭ said Samos.
тАЬI love her тАУ тАЬ I said.
тАЬThen go to the marshes and search her out,тАЭ said Samos. тАЬI тАУ I must go to the
northern forests,тАЭ I stammered.
тАЬBuilder of UbaraтАЩs Scribe Six,тАЭ said Samos, moving a tall wooden piece
toward me on the board.
I looked down. I must defend my Home Stone.
тАЬYou must choose,тАЭ said Samos, тАЬbetween them.тАЭ
How furious I was! I strode in the torchlit hall, my robes swirling. I
pounded on the stones of the wall. Could Talena not understand? Could she not
understand what I must do? I had labored in Port Kar to build the house of
Bosk.
I stood high in this city. The curule chair at my high table was among the
most
honored and envied of Gor! What honor it was to be the woman of Bosk,
merchant, admiral! And yet she had turned her back on this! She had displeased
me! She had dared to displease me! Bosk! The marshes had nothing to offer her.
Would she refuse the gold, the gems, the silks and silvers, and spilling
coins, the
choice of wines, the servants and slaves, the security of the house of Bosk