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the lonely freedoms and silences of the salt marshes of the VoskтАЩs vast delta?
Did she expect me to hasten after her, piteously begging her return, while
Talena, once my companion, lay chained slave in the cruel green forests of the
north! Her trick would not work!
Let her stay in the marshes until she had had her pretty fill, and then let
her crawl whimpering back to the portals of the house of Bosk, whining and
scratching like a tiny domestic sleen for admittance, to be taken back!
But I knew Telima would not come back.
I wept.
тАЬWhat are you going to do?тАЭ asked Samos. He did not lift his eyes from
the board.
тАЬIn the morning,тАЭ I said, тАЬI leave for the northern forests.тАЭ
тАЬTersites,тАЭ said Samos, not looking up, тАЬbuilds a ship, fit to sail beyond
the worldтАЩs end.тАЭ
тАЬI no longer serve Priest-Kings,тАЭ I said.
I wiped my eyes on the sleeve of the woolen robe. I returned to stand
above the board.
My Home Stone was threatened.
Yet I felt hard and strong. I wore steel at my side. I was Bosk. I was once
of the warriors.
тАЬHome Stone of UbarтАЩs Tarnsman One,тАЭ I said.
Samos made the move for me.
I nodded my head to the chained, nude male slave, flanked by his guards,
to one side.
тАЬIs this the slave?тАЭ I asked Samos.
тАЬBring him forward,тАЭ said Samos.
The two guards, helmeted, threw him to his feet, and half dragging him,
half carrying him, their hands on his arms, brought him before us. Then they
forced him again to his knees, and thrust his dark, shaggy head down to the
tiles
before our sandals. The slave girl laughed.
When the guard removed his hand from the slaveтАЩs hair, he straightened
his back, and regarded us.
He seemed proud. I liked this.
тАЬYou have an unusual barber,тАЭ said Samos.
The slave girl laughed again, delightedly.
The strip which had been shaven on his head, from the forehead tot he
back of the neck, signified that he had been captured, and sold, by the
panther
girls of the northern forests. It is among the greatest shames that a man can
know, that he had been enslaved by women, who had then, when weary of him,
sold him, taking their profit on him.
тАЬIt is said, тАЬ said Samos, тАЬthat only weaklings, and fools, and men who
deserve to be slave girls, fall slave to women.тАЭ
The man glared at Samos. I could sense, again, that, in his manacles,
behind his back, his fists were clenched.
тАЬI was once the slave of a woman,тАЭ I told the man.
He looked at me, startled.
тАЬWhat is to be done with you?тАЭ asked Samos.