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The Call of Duty The aristocratic Lady Seerava was going home to her native
planet of Suzi. The Sham-banafest, marking the thirtieth decade since the
founding of the Sariks and two allied families, would last for weeks. Every
wealthy young man would receive points based on the number of older women he
had made love to. Seerava intended to let no young man be disappointed. She
would try to help them all to win. Were there extra points for doubles with
the same woman?.. SPACEWAYS #1 OF ALIEN BONDAGE #2 CORUNDUM'S WOMAN #3
ESCAPE FROM MACHO #4 SATANA ENSLAVED #5 MASTER OF MISFIT #6 PURRFECT
PLUNDER #7 THE MANHUNTRESS #8 UNDER TWIN SUNS #9 IN QUEST OF QALARA #10
THE YOKE OF SHEN #11 THE ICEWORLD CONNECTION #12 STAR SLAVER #13 JONUTA
RISING! #14 ASSIGNMENT: HELLHOLE #15 STARSHIP SAPPHIRE #16 THE PLANET
MURDERER #17 THE CARNADYNE HORDE #18 RACE ACROSS THE STARS #19 KING OF
THE SLAVERS BERKLEY BOOKS, NEW YORK The poem Scarlet Hills copyright (c)
1982 by Ann Morris; used by permission of the author. SPACEWAYS #19: KING OF
THE SLAVERS A Berkley Book / published by arrangement with the
author PRINTING HISTORY Berkley edition / January 1985 All rights reserved.
Copyright (c) 1985 by John Cleve. Cover illustration by Ken Barr. This book
may not be reproduced in whole or in part, by mimeograph or any other means,
without permission. For information address: The Berkley Publishing Group, 200
Madison Avenue, New York, New York 10016. ISBN: 0-125-07134-0 A BERKLEY BOOK
(r) TM 757,375 The name "BERKLEY" and the stylized "B" with design are
trademarks belonging to Berkley Publishing Corporation. PRINTED IN THE UNITED
STATES OF AMERICA for Jape Cleve and another
quarter-century SCARLETHILLS Alas, fair ones, my time has come. I must
depart your lovely home- Seek the bounds of this galaxy To find what lies
beyond. (chorus) Scarlet hills and amber skies, Gentlebeings with loving
eyes; All these I leave to search for a dream That will cure the wand'rer in
me. You say it must be glamorous For those who travel out through space. You
know not the dark, endless night Nor the solitude we face. (reprise
chorus) I know not of my journey's end Nor the time nor toll it will have me
spend. But I must see what I've never seen And know what I've never
known. Scarlet hills and amber skies, Gentlebeings with loving eyes; All
these I leave to search for a dream That will cure the wand'rer in me. -Ann
Morris Let us each forsake every other kind of knowledge and seek one thing
only ... to learn and discern between good and evil. -Plato, The
Republic Prologue She wore black. It was a jumpsuit, black, and it looked
sprayed on. The sinister night-gleam of it was relieved only by her skin, at
face and neck and bosom. Her hands were sheathed in filament-thin gloves of
black. They looked painted on, as the jumpsuit did. It caught highlights where
the form inside rounded it out, seeming to strain it. At the upper back, and
over the buttocks, and at the calves, which were unusually prominent. It
showed a lot of skin in front, skin that was pale and looked almost white in
its shocking contrast to the black fabric. The suit was cut down the front not
in a V, but in a U, a huge capital U. Partway down were the curves of her
breasts, bare inside the jumpsuit and within its cleavage, and they were firm