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Rogue of Gor
Gor 15
by John Norman



1
I SEEK THE WHEREABOUTS OF A SLAVE;
I SPEND AN EVENING IN THE BELLED COLLAR

I slipped behind the girl and suddenly seized her, holding my hand tightly over her
mouth. The trash she carried spilled. I dragged her backwards. She struggled. She made
muffled noises. I threw her down, behind the row of trash containers behind the house of
Oneander in Ar. My hand was at her throat, thrusting the light steel collar she wore up under
her chin. "Make no sound," I warned her. She was blond. She wore the brief, sleeveless white
tunic of a house slave. She was barefoot. I recognized her. She was the woman, once free,
who had been last on the coffle of Oneander long ago in Ar, the same coffle in which Miss
Henderson had been secured. "Rape me swiftly," she said. "I must soon be back."
"Where is Oneander?' I asked, my eyes hard. I had had little fortune with the guards at
the gate to his holding. I knew little more than that he was not now in the city.
"Gone," she said. "To the north, business!"
"Where?" I asked. "Where?" My hand tightened on her throat.
"I do not know, Master," she whispered. "I do not know! I am only a slave!"
"Is the slave, Veminia, in the house?" I asked. "The barbarian, the small, dark-haired
one, she brought from Vonda, she sold out of the house of Andronicus?"
"It is you!" she said, suddenly, recognizing me. "The slave in the street!"
"I am now free," I said. "Where is she?" My grip tightened. "Speak!"
"She was taken north, she with ten others, by Oneander," she whispered.
"Where!" I demanded.
"I do not know," she whispered. "I am only a lowly slave."
"Who would know?" I asked, fiercely.
"Those with him," she said. "Oneander keeps a close counsel."
"Who else?" I demanded. "There must be others."
"Alison," she said, "the dancing slave at the Belled Collar, she might know. Oneander
uses her when it pleases him!"
I released her throat. She touched it, frightened, looking up at me. I looked down at
her. "I am not now in danger, am I?" she asked.
"No more than any other slave," I said.
She lay back on the cement. Her left hand touched the garbage cans to her left. "You
are handsome," she said.
I shrugged.
"You have me at your mercy," she said. "Are you going to press your advantage?"
"Do you beg it?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"You are not unattractive," I told her. Then I thrust up the brief house tunic and she
put her arms about my neck, lifting her lips to mine.
I considered the belly and hips of the dancing girl as she thrust them toward me,
undulatingly, as the music pounded in the tavern.
"Have you heard the news?" the man next to me was asking.
"No," I said.