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"I had not quarrel with Fleer," said Cuwignaka.
"You are not welcome among the Isbu," said Hci. "You shame them. You cannot
mate among us. Why do you not go away?"
"I am Isbu," said Cuwignaka. "I am Isbu Kaiila!"
My hand on his arm restrained Cuwignala from charging Hci. Had he attempted
to do so he would have been, without a saddle, dragged literally from the back
of the kaiila.
"You should have been left staked out," said Hci. "It would have been
better for the Kaiila."
Cuwignaka shrugged. "Perhaps," he said. "I do not know."
Cuwignaka, on the back of his kaiila, wore the remains of a white dress, a
portion of the loot of a destroyed wagon train. He had been a slave of
soldiers traveling with the train. Originally he had been Isbu Kaiila. He had
twice refused to go on the warpath against the Fleer, hereditary enemies of
the Kaiila. The first time he had been put in a dress of a woman and forced to
live as a woman, perfoming the work of a woman and being referred to in the
feminine gender. It was from that time that he had been called Cuwignaka,
which means "Woman's Dress." It is, moreover, the word for
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the dress of a white woman and, in this, given the contempt in which the
proud red savages hold white females, commonly reducing them to fearful,
groveling slaves, utilizing them as little more than beasts of burden and
ministrants to their will, in all respects, it possesses to the Kailla an
additional subtle and delicious irony.
The second time Cuwignaka had refused to go on the warpath he had been
bound in his dress and traded to Dust Legs, from whom, eventually, he was
purchased as a slave by whites, in the vicinity of the Ihanke, the border
between they lands of farmers and rancers and the lands of the red savages.
Near the perimeter, as a slave, he had learned to speak Gorean. Later he was
acquired by soldiers and brought again into the Barrens, thier intention being
to use him as an interpreter. When the wagon train had been destroyed, that
with which the soldiers were then traveling, he had fallen into the hands of
the victors. He had returned to the Barrens. He had been the slave of the
hated enemy. He was staked out, to die. A lance, unbroken, had been placed by
him, butt down, in the earth, in token of respect, at least, by Canka, Fire-
Steel, his brother. Canak had also taken the dress which Hci had thrown
contemptuously beside him, taken from the loot of one of the wagons, and
wrapped it about the lance. In this fashion Canka had conspicuously marked the
place, as though with a flag.
It has been my considered judgment that Canka, in doing this, had hoped to
draw attention to the location, that he hoped by this device to attract others
to the spot, who might free the lad, or perhaps to mark it for himself, that
he might later, accepting exile and outlawry at the hands of the Isbu, free
his brother. As it turned out Grunt and I, traversing the Barrens, had come on
the lad and freed him. Shortly thereafter we were apprehended by a mixed group
of unlikely allies, representatives of Sleen, Yellow Knives and Kaiila, who in
virtue of the Memory, as it is called, had joined forces to attack the wagon
train and soldiers.