"John Norman - Gor 11 - Slave girl of Gor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norman John)

and white, protean and billowing, transforming themselves in the pressures of their heights and
the winds which sped them; they moved at different heights at different speeds; they were like
great white birds, stately and majestic, turning, floating in the rivers of wind. I felt the
breezes of the field on my exposed body; I trembled; every bit of me seemed alive.
I was frightened.
I looked at the sun. I looked away, down, then across the fields.
I was aware now, as I had not been before, or so clearly, of the difference in the feel of my body
and its movements. There seemed a subtle difference in my body weight, my movements. I thrust this
comprehension from my mind. I could not admit it. I literally forced it from consciousness. But it
returned, persistent. It could not be denied. "No!" I cried. But I knew it was true. I tried to
thrust from my mind what must be, what had to be, the explanation of this unusual phenomenon.
"No!" I cried. "It cannot be! No! No!"
Numbly I lifted the chain which hung from the collar fastened on my neck. I looked at it,
disbelievingly. The links were close-set, heavy, of some primitive, simple black iron. It did not
seem an attractive chain, or an expensive one. But I was held by it. I felt the collar with my
fingers. I could not see it, but it seemed formed, too, of heavy iron; it seemed simple,
practical, not ostentatious; it gripped my throat rather closely; I supposed it was black in
color, matching the chain; it had a heavy hinge on one side; and the chain, by a link, opened and
closed, was fastened to a loop on the side of the collar; the loop was fastened about a staple,
which, it seemed, was a part of the collar itself; the hinge was under my right ear; the chain
hung from its loop and staple under my chin; with my finger, on the other side, under my left ear,
I felt a large lock, with its opening for the insertion of a heavy key. The collar, then, fastened
with a lock; it had not been hammered about my neck. I wondered who held the key to that collar.
I turned about and looked at the great rock, the granite. streaked with feldspar.
I must try to awaken, I told myself. I must awaken. I laughed bitterly. I must be dreaming I told
myself.
Again the difference in the feeling of my body, its weight, its movements, intruded itself into my
consciousness. "No!" I cried. Then I went to the granite, and looked at the heavy plate and ring
bolted into the stone. A link of my chain had been opened, and then closed, about that ring. The


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chain was some ten feet in length. I idly coiled it at the foot of the ring. "No!" I cried. I must
awaken, I told myself. Surely it must be nearly time to arouse myself, to hurry to breakfast, to
hurry to class. There is no other explanation, I told myself. I am dreaming. Then I feared I might
be insane. No, I told myself. I am dreaming. It is such a strange dream, so real. But it is a
dream. It must be. It must be. It is a dream. All a dream!
Then to my misery I remembered the man, being seized from behind, not able even to see him, my
struggles, being held so helplessly, the cloth over my mouth and nose, his waiting for me to
breathe, at last my gasping helplessly for breath, the terrible fumes, nothing else to breathe,
nothing else, which could not be tolerated by consciousness, nothing else to breathe, and then my
loss of consciousness. That, I knew, had been no dream.
I struck my fists until they bled on the granite rock streaked with feldspar.
Then I turned and walked from the rock, some five feet, and looked out over the vast grassy
fields.
"Oh, no," I wept.
The full consciousness of my waking state, and my awareness of truth, welled up within me. It
flooded my consciousness, overwhelmingly, irrefutably.