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.Then I remembered that I hated him."Teela," said a voice, a man's voice, that of Busebius."Yes, Master," I said."Are you feeling better now?" he asked."Yes, Master," I said."Why then," he asked, "are you not in your silk and pouring paga?"I looked at his whip."I hurry, Master!" I said, quickly."Paga!" called a man, and I, in bells and silk, hurried to him, to pour himdrink.I was barefoot on the tiles.The slave bells, thonged, were tied about my leftankle.There were fewer now in the tavern, and in another Ahn or two we would closePage 205ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlthe doors.Some of the girls, already, had been permitted to retire.I knelt before theman and poured him paga, head down.The hook bracelets had been removed from my wrists by Busebius, who held theirkey.I wore only bells and silk.It was late.The earrings, the necklace, thearmlet, I had left in the room of preparation.I was now only a simple pagaslave.Only one other girl was on the floor."Paga," said a man's voice.I turned toward him.I saw he sat with a secondman.I knelt before them, head down, and poured the paga into his cup."Serve me the paga," said the man.I put down the paga flask which I carried that I might, unencumbered, assumethe position of serving paga, or wine, to a Gorean male."First remove the silk," he said.I did so.He was a customer.I was his to command.Then I knelt naked beforehim, head down."You may now serve the paga," he said."Yes, Master," I said.I reached to take the cup, in both hands.One kneels, one proffers the cup,head down, with both hands, to the male.I reached to take the cup.Suddenly, on my closely placed wrists, ns I went to lift the cup, with astartling flash of metal and two swift snaps, slave bracelets locked.I looked up, startled."No!" I cried."We have you," he said.I tried to jerk back but his hand, on the chainbetween the bracelets, held me, my hands confined in his bracelets."You have been the object of an intensive and difficult search," said thesecond voice.I regarded them, terrified."I have sold you for two tarsks to these gentlemen," said Busebius.I felt himremove the thonged slave bells from my left ankle.He placed them on thetable.I felt him thrust a key into the small, heavy lock at the back of mycollar.He opened it, and placed it, too, on the table."She is yours,Masters," be said."Oh, no, no!" I begged.Busebius turned and left the table."We have paid two silver tarsks for you," said one of the men.I knelt nakedbefore them, horrified, wearing their bracelets.file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txt (153 of 227) [1/20/033:34:32 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txt"You are now ours," said the other man."Do not kill me," I begged."Serve us paga," said the first man.Trembling I, nude, braceleted, proffered paga first to one, and then theother.They drank slowly, enjoying their triumph and my misery."We must now be on our way," said the first man.Each took one of my arms, and between them, half thrust, half dragged, theyforced me from the paga tavern."Please do not kill me," I begged.They were the two men whom I had first encountered on Gor, when I hadawakened, nude, chained by the neck in the wilderness.They had, at one point,prepared to cut my throat."Please do not kill me!" I begged."Please, Masters, do not kill me!"Between them, held, braceleted, I was forced from the tavern, and out onto thePage 206ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllong bridge, into the Gorean night.15I Am Spoken To By My MistressI was thrown to the tiles before the recumbent figure seated on the curulechair."This is your mistress," said one of the men, indicating the recumbent figure,with lovely figure, veiled and gowned who sat easily, regally, on the curulechair.I looked up from my knees, her slave.The bracelets had been removed from me.I had been placed in a brief white house tunic, sleeveless.I was barefoot.It was all I wore."Leave us," said the seated woman.The two men withdrew.I put my head down to the tiles, alone with my mistress."Lift your head, Judy," said the woman.I looked up, startled."Do you not know me, Judy?" asked the woman."No, Mistress," I said.The woman put back her head and laughed merrily.My mind raced.I could not know her.And yet she spoke as though I should knowher.And she had called me Judy.I had not been called Judy since I had leftEarth."Judy Thornton," laughed the woman.I detected by her laughter that she wasyoung, that she, too, was only a girl, save perhaps that she might be a bitolder than I.My mistress was a girl.I was owned by a girl!"Mistress?" I asked."Has slavery been hard for you, lovely Judy?" she asked."Oh, yes, Mistress!" I said."Would you not like to be free?" she asked."Yes, Mistress!" I cried [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]