"John Norman - Gor 15 - Rogue Of Gor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norman John)

"Perhaps," I said.
"Do not ever let her forget that she is a slave," said the girl.
"I must be on my way," I said.
"Have me, but once again," she begged.
I did so, and then, later. I rose to my feet. I unbuckled the leather curtains and threw
them back. The tavern was now empty and closed. I turned about and again regarded the girl.
She had replaced the loops of her jewelry and knelt before me, in the position of the
pleasure slave.
"It is hard for me to think of you as a girl from Earth,тАЭ I said.
"I am now only a Gorean slave girl," she said.
"You danced well," I said.
An attendant approached from a side door. "I will put her in her kennel," he said. He
snapped his fingers at her. "Come, Girl," he said
 "Yes, Master," she said. She rose quickly to her feet and ran softly to him. He took her
by the arm.
"She whom you seek is a slave, is she not?" she asked me.
"She is a legal slave," I said. "She is not a true slave."
She was then conducted to the small side door, through which the attendant had
emerged. Beyond it, I gathered, would lie such things as the kitchens, the offices, the cellars
and pantries, the storage rooms, the dressing rooms, the discipline chamber and the kennels.
At the door the attendant let her pause and she turned to me. "Good hunting, Master!" she
called to me. "Show her no mercy," she said. Then she brushed a kiss to me with the tips of
her fingers in the Gorean fashion. I returned this gesture. She was then conducted through
the door. In a short time I heard the sliding downward and locking in place of a kennel gate.
Shortly afterward the attendant returned to the floor and let me out, through the main
entrance. I heard it being bolted shut behind me. I stood then in the streets of Ar. I looked up
at the moons and stars, beyond the cylinders and bridges. I then turned my steps toward the
Street of Tarns, that somewhere among its many shops and cots I might arrange
transportation northward, toward the Salerian city of Lara.



2
THE VICTORY CAMP


"Greetings, Lady Tima," I said
"Jason!" she said, struggling in the straps. "Do not hurt me!"
The night sky was red with the, glare of the burning city.
"It will be a tarsk bit," said the fellow walking down the long line of pleasure racks.
I placed a tarsk bit in the small leather sack nailed to the frame of the rack.
She pulled back in the straps.
"I will take you no closer to Lara than this," had said the fellow who had flown the tarn
which had brought me to this place. "Tarnsmen of Ar," had said he, "patrol the corridor
between Vonda and Ar, but are insufficient in numbers to guard the sky beyond the corridor.
Too, tomorrow, as the cavalries mass for attack, the guard on the corridor itself will be
abandoned." I had nodded and paid him, crawling from the heavy basket. On his return trip he
would doubtless take refugees, or perhaps bound girls from Vonda, back to Ar.
"What news of the war is there?" I asked the fellow who was guarding the long line of
pleasure racks. "I have just come from Ar."