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She looked at me, terrified.
One of the guards fetched Rim a tunic, and he drew it on his body. He
belted the broad belt, with its large buckle. He shook his shaggy black hair.
He looked at the girl.
She looked at me, her eyes pleading.
My eyes were hard, and Gorean. She shook her head, trembling.
I gestured with my head towards Rim. тАЬYou are his,тАЭ I told her.
тАЬNo! No!тАЭ she cried and threw herself to my feet, weeping, her head to
my sandals. тАЬPlease, Master! Please, Master!тАЭ
When she looked up, she saw my eyes, and read in them the inflexibility
of a Gorean male.
Her lower lip trembled. She put her head down.
тАЬWhat is her name?тАЭ I asked Samos.
тАЬShe will take whatever name I give her,тАЭ said Rim.
She whimpered with anguish, bereft of a name. The Gorean slave, in the
eyes of Gorean law, is an animal, with no legal title to a name.
тАЬIn what room shall we lodge this man?тАЭ asked one of the two helmeted
guards. тАЬTake him,тАЭ said Samos, тАЬto one of the large rooms, well appointed, in
which we lodge slavers of high rank, of distant cities.тАЭ
тАЬThe Torian room?тАЭ asked the guard.
Samos nodded. Tor is an opulent city of the desert, well known for its
splendors, its comforts and pleasures.
Rim lifted the girl to the feet by the hair, twisting her head and bending
her body. тАЬGo to the Torian room,тАЭ he said, тАЬand prepare me a bath, and foods
and wines, and gather together whatever you might need, bells and cosmetics,
and such, to please my senses.тАЭ
тАЬYes, Master,тАЭ said the girl.
He twisted her hair more. She winced, her back bent painfully. тАЬDo you
wish me to submit to you now?тАЭ she begged.
тАЬDo so,тАЭ said he.
She fell to her knees before him, and lifted her head to regard him. тАЬI will
be your slave,тАЭ she said. Then, she knelt back on her heels, lowered her head,
and lifted and extended her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. She
was
very beautiful. тАЬI am your slave,тАЭ she said, тАЬ тАУ Master.тАЭ
тАЬHasten to the Torian room,тАЭ said Rim, тАЬIn its privacy, I will have use for
my slave.тАЭ
тАЬMay I not beg a name?тАЭ she asked.
He looked at her. тАЬCara,тАЭ he said.
She had been named.
тАЬGo, Cara,тАЭ said he.
тАЬYes,тАЭ she whispered, тАЬMaster.тАЭ She leaped to her feet and, weeping, fled
from the room.
тАЬCaptain,тАЭ said Rim, regarding me. тАЬI thank you for the wench.тАЭ
I nodded my head.
тАЬAnd no, noble Samos,тАЭ said Rim, boldly, тАЬI would appreciate the arousal
Samos nodded.
тАЬFurther,тАЭ said Rim, тАЬI would appreciate your sending me the key to Lady
of one in your employ, a metal worker, to remove this collar.тАЭ
CaraтАЩs collar, that I may remove it, and providing another.тАЭ