Gor - Witness Of Gor Part 49
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"Yes, sir," she said.
I marveled.
"Incidentally," said he, "females-"
I was startled that he used the same expression to refer to us both. I supposed, of course, that we were both females, but, in a sense, within that genus, of two quite disparate species, one free, one slave. But, in another sense, of course, both of us were the same, both females, and were thus addressed, as only females, relative to his maleness.
"-you are to exchange little or no political or military information."
"I know little of such things," said the free woman.
And I knew myself, of course, almost totally ignorant of such matters, certainly on this world. Further, a limitation on our discourse had now been imposed, a limitation which would doubtless be respected. This was not a world on which such as we, she a prisoner, I a slave, would be likely to transgress such an injunction. Who would want to be thrown, for example, to those terrible creatures in the pool? The pit master then turned about, and began to withdraw down the corridor. I had leapt up, and hurried to follow him. That was the first day on which I had begun the care of the free woman. That very night I took her her food and water. "Go to the back of the cell," I told her.
She complied. She had not knelt, of course. I was not a man. Still, I was her keeper. I think she had not really known how she should behave with me. Nor, as a matter of fact, on the whole, did I. The pit master, however, had told me to have her kneel, and help her keep in mind that she was a prisoner. I had the key to the cell on a string. I put down the food and water, opened the cell, put the key back about my neck, and brought in the food.
"There are guards about," I informed her, though I supposed she must be aware of this.
"Yes," she said.
She did not seem particularly haughty or arrogant. A great transformation, it seemed, had come over her since the first time I had seen her, at the pool.
"Do not try to escape," I said. The door was, after all, now open.
"I will not," she said.
"You cannot escape," I said. "Escape is impossible for you."
"I know," she said.
"Kneel," I said. She knelt.
I let her remain kneeling for a few moments, looking at me. I then came toward her and put the food down, on the floor, before her.
"Do not touch it yet," I said.
She drew back her hands.
I was standing before her.
She looked up at me.
"Remove your veil," I said.
She unwound the veil from her features, carefully, gently, where she had wrapped it about herself, and brushed back the hood of her robes of concealment.
She then looked up at me. She did not seem angry, or offended.
"You are the barbarian," she said.
"The one whom you had punished," I said.
"Yes," she said.
"I was whipped," I said.
"You have face-stripped me," she said.
"Doubtless you did not then expect to be where you are now."
"No," she said.
"I am the one," I said, "who speaks so terribly."
"You speak beautifully," she said.
"I have an accent," I said.
"Yes," she said. "You have an accent."
"A slave accent!" I said.
"It is a lovely accent," she said.
"But it is a slave accent!" I said.
"Yes," she said. "It is a slave accent."
"You think my accent is acceptable?" I asked.
"It is a beautiful accent," she said.
"I think you are trying to lie," I said.
"No," she said. "I am trying to accustom myself to telling the truth."
"Why?" I asked.
"It does not matter, does it?" she asked.
"No," I said. "I suppose not."
She looked at the food.
"But it is a slave accent," I said.
"Yes," she said. "It is a slave accent."
I did not think she had eaten since last night. She must be ravening.
"You may eat," I said.
She lost no time in addressing herself to the food, but, rather to my surprise, and irritation, she did so with delicacy. She had a certain breeding and refinement, it seemed, of a sort which one might not expect to find in my sort, in slaves. I supposed that if she were a slave, the signs in her manner of such breeding and refinement might be of interest to a master, not that they would make her any the less a slave.
Similarly a high-caste accent, with all its elegance and refinement, would not make her any the less a slave either. Such learn to leap and obey as quickly as the rest of us.
"You eat with delicacy," I said.
Too, this refinement, this elegance, seemed so natural in her. Such, doubtless. was the effect of breeding.
"Your features are not unattractive," I said.
It had been in consequence of my orders that she must remove her veil, exposing her features. But this was not as momentous as it might seem. I was, after all, a woman. It was not as though I were a man, a brutal masculine captor, who had torn away her veil, that he might a.s.sess her promise for the collar. Too, many free women would think nothing of appearing unveiled before their serving slaves. Yet I was sure it would not have been lost upon her that she had had to remove her veil, that so precious thing to a free woman, at my command. But she had not seemed dismayed to remove it. Was she concerned, I wondered, to make clear to us the authenticity of her new understanding, that she must obey. Or, perhaps, did she find it appropriate, for some reason, that her features be bared? She looked up at me, timidly.
"I am not lying," I said. "I am not a free woman. I am a slave. I can be punished terribly for lying."
She threw me a grateful glance.
"Am I pretty?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Am I beautiful?" she asked.
"That would be a judgment," said I, "best made by masters." And then I added, maliciously, "-when you are stripped on a slave block."
"Am I beautiful?" she pressed.
"I would think so, yes," I said.
She put her hands to the throat of her robes, closing them more tightly. "Do you think I might," she asked, "be beautiful enough to be-to be a-a slave?"
"Shame," cried I, "free woman," scandalized.
"Please!" she begged.
"I would suppose so," I said. "I do not know."
She drew her robes yet more closely about her. She put her head down, trembling.
"Finish your food," I suggested.
She again addressed herself to her light repast.
"I thought of stealing some of your food," I said, "but I did not do so."
"Thank you," she whispered.
"The diet here has doubtless slimmed you," I said, "but I do not think they are planning on selling you. I think they are waiting for your ransom."
She kept her head down, eating.
It seemed as though she might have wished to raise her head, to speak, but she did not do so.
I knelt down, across from her.
I was sure she wished to speak to me, but she refrained from doing so.
In a bit she had finished the modest collation I had set before her.
She pushed back the empty dish, the drained goblet. It had held only water.
"Doubtless," I said, "it is not what you were hitherto accustomed to."
"I am grateful to be fed," she said.
That seemed to me insightful on her part.
"Is this that on which you are fed?" she asked.
"It is better," I said. "Often we have only slave pellets and slave gruel."
"I am sorry," she said.
"We are slaves," I said.
I picked up the plate and goblet. I stood up.
"The provender of slaves," I said, "is designed to keep us healthy, trim, and vital, as the masters want us.
It would be the same with other animals."
"Animals!" she breathed.
"Of course," I said. "But we get other things, too. The masters may feed us by hand, from their own plates, as we kneel by their tables, or throw us sc.r.a.ps, such things. Occasionally we may be given a candy, a pastry, such things. It depends on the master."
She nodded, frightened. I turned to go. "Please!" she said. I turned back, to face her.
"Slaves are exercised, are they not?" she asked.
"We must exercise, yes," I said. "Such is important for muscle tone, improvement of the figure, responsiveness, and such. We are not permitted to neglect such matters. Masters would not permit it."
"You are very clean," she said.
"We are not free women," I said. "We must wash frequently. We must keep ourselves pleasing, in so far as we can, for masters."
"I am miserable," she said.
I looked at her, puzzled.
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