Free Vagabonds of Gor by John Norman Page B

that I must continue on to contact the men of Ar in the south. I did not discuss these matters with him as it is very difficult to talk with people who are reasonable. To be sure, we had expected, in a day or so, to depart southward anyway, having been with the forces of Cos long enough to anticipate their route and marches, this information to be conveyed, supposedly, to the forces of Ar at Holmesk. I myself found it difficult to believe that the forces of Ar at Holmesk did not know, and with some degree of accuracy, the nature, the movements, the marching orders, and such, of the Cosian forces in the north.
     
    I must now, however, find a place to dally until morning, until the searching was done in the camp.
     
    "They will have him before morning," had said a fellow. I trusted he was mistaken.
     
    I thought I knew a possible place.
     
    Chapter 2 - A COPPER TARSK
     
    She made the tiniest of stifled noises, her head pulled back, my hand held tightly, mercilessly, over her mouth.
     
    She was kneeling. I was crouching behind her.
     
    "Make no noise," I whispered to her.
     
    I felt her face and head move the tiniest bit, as it could, indicating obedience.
     
    I then removed my hand from her mouth and, from behind, my hand on her arm, drew her to her feet, and conducted her to the nearest of the small alcove tents in the paga enclosure. I had entered the enclosure from the Vosk side, under the railing. In a moment I had thrust her into the small tent. You cannot stand up within it.
     
    I lit the tiny lamp in the tent. I lowered the flame so it was little more than a flicker.
     
    "You!" she said, twisting about in the tiny space, on the silken carpet.
     
    "Do not make noise," I warned her, softly.
     
    She was pretty there, now naked, save for her collar, inside the canvas.
     
    "Your silk is gone," I said.
     
    "They removed it before they lashed me," she said.
     
    "Turn about, kneeling," I said.
     
    She did so.
     
    It is common that clothing is removed before the administration of the discipline of leather. In this way the clothing is not likely to be cut or stained. Too, in a formal whipping, as opposed to an occasional stroke or two, perhaps called forth on a given occasion, not even as meaningless, fragile or symbolic a shield as slave silk is allowed to obtrude itself between the slave and the justice, or mere attention, of the lash. Similarly, in such a formal situation, even the hair of the slave is normally thrown forward, before her shoulders.
     
    "Seven strokes," I said. "Yes," she whispered. "Count them," I said.
     
    Tears sprang to her eyes, in memory of the lashing.
     
    "One," she said, "for parting my silk unbidden; two, for putting myself to the dirt before a customer, unbidden; three, for speaking without asking permission; four, for not speaking clearly; five, for not answering directly; six, because I am a slave; seven, because it pleased the master to strike me again."
     
    "In many cases," I said, "with a private master, I do not think you would have been beaten at all this evening. For example, a private master, though he might be particular about such things, is less likely than a public master, in public, to administer discipline for, say, speaking without permission. To be sure, if your speech is thought insufficiently respectful, or too bold or forward, or you have been recently warned not to speak, or it is obviously not a time in which he wishes to hear you speak, or such, you might be beaten. Similarly, a private master would not be likely to beat you for parting your silk before him or for putting yourself to his feet and writhing there piteously, in begging need, and such. Indeed, he would be more likely to be pleased. Indeed, with private masters many girls actually escape beatings by recourse to just such delightful strategies. Similarly, unclear or evasive discourse is not likely to win you a beating unless it is clear the master objects to it, and, in effect, will not accept it.