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are permitted them, are designed to leave little of their beauty to the imagination. Rather they are designed to
call attention to it, and so reveal and display it, sometimes even brazenly, in all its marvelousness. Goreans are
not ashamed of the luscious richness, the excitingness, the sensuousness, the femininity, the beauty of their
slaves. Rather they prize it, treasure it and celebrate it. To be sure, it must be admitted that the slave girl is only
an animal, and is under total male domination. To understand this more clearly, two further items might be
noted. First, she must go about in public, denied face veiling. Men, as they please, may look freely upon her
face, witnessing its delicacy, its beauty, its emotions, and such. She is not permitted to hide it from them. She
must bare it, in all its revelatory intimacy, and with all the consequences of this, to their gaze. Second, her
degradation is completed by the fact that she is given no choice but to be what she is, profoundly and in depth, a
human female, and must thus, willing or not, (pg. 13) sexually and emotionally, physically and psychologically,
accept her fulfillments in the order of nature.

тАЬI wish you well,тАЭ I said to the merchant.

He turned away.

тАЬMake way,тАЭ I heard. тАЬMake way!тАЭ

A house marshal was approaching, carrying a baton, with which he touched folks and made a passage among
them. He was preceding the palanquin of a free woman, apparently a rich one, borne by some eight male slaves.
I stepped to one side to let the marshal, the palanquin and its bearers move past. The sides of the palanquin were
veiled.

тАЬOdd that a palanquin of such a nature should be in the Metallan district,тАЭ I said.

тАЬPerhaps we should consider saving our lives now,тАЭ said Marcus.

тАЬPhoebe is not finished with your feet,тАЭ I said.

Phoebe, looked up, happily.

тАЬUp,тАЭ said Marcus irritably, snapping his fingers. Immediately she sprang to her feet. She stood beside him, her
head down, docile. She, I noted, attracted her share of attention. I was not too pleased with this, as I did not
wish to be conspicuous in Ar. On the other hand, it is seldom wise to interfere in the relationship between a
master and a slave.

I looked back down the street. I could no longer see any sign of the fellow who had been in the room, the
magistrate, or the guardsmen, with their shapely prisoner. She had been on a guardsmanтАЩs shoulder, being
carried, her head to the rear, as a slave. Later I did not think she would be often accorded the luxury of such
transportation. Soon, perhaps in a day or two, she would be learning how to heel a man and to walk gracefully
on his leash.
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тАЬOh!тАЭ said Phoebe.

Someone in the crowd, in passing, had undoubtedly touched her. Marcus looked about, angrily. I did not know,
really, what he expected.

I looked back down the street. I could see the head of Milo, with its blond curls, over the heads of the crowd,
about fifty yards away. He was standing near a wall. The free womanтАЩs palanquin had stopped briefly by him,
and then, after a time, continued on its way.