Gor - Nomads For Gor Part 9
You’re reading novel Gor - Nomads For Gor Part 9 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
She was a brave girl. I admired her. It was easy to see that she was bound to Albrecht the Ka.s.sar by more than a length of slave chain.
At a gesture from Kamchak Elizabeth Cardwell stepped into the circle of the whip.
She was now frightened. She, and I as well, had supposed that Kamchak would be victorious over Conrad. Had he been so, even were I defeated by Albrecht, as I thought likely, the points would have been even. Now, if I lost as well, she would be a Ka.s.sar wench.
Albrecht was grinning, swinging the bole lightly, not in a circle but in a gentle pendulum motion, beside the stirrup of the kaiila.
He looked at her. "Run," he said.
Elizabeth Cardwell, barefoot, in the larl's pelt, streaked for the black lance in the distance.
She had perhaps observed the running of Tuka and the Ka.s.sar girl, trying to watch and learn, but she was of course utterly inexperienced in this cruel sport of the men of the wagons. She had not, for example, timed her counting, for long hours, under the tutelage of a master, al against the heartbeat of a kaiila, he keeping the beat but not informing her what it was, until she had called the beat. Some girls of the Wagon Peoples in fact, incredible though it seems, are trained exhaustively in the art of evading the bole, and such a girl is worth a great deal to a master, who uses her in wagering. One of the best among the wagons I had heard was a Ka.s.sar slave, a swift Turian wench whose name was Dina. She had run in actual compet.i.tion more than two hundred times; almost always she managed to interfere with and postpone her return to the circle; and forty times, an incredible feat, she had managed to reach the lance itself.
At the count of fifteen, with incredible speed, Albrecht, bole now whirling, spurred silently after the fleeing Elizabeth Cardwell. She had misjudged the heartbeat or had not under- stood the swiftness of the kaiila, never having before ob- served it from the unenviable point of view of a quarry, because when she turned to see if her hunter had left the vicinity of the circle, he was upon her and as she cried out the bole struck her in an instant binding her legs and throwing her to the turf. It was hardly more than five or six beats, it seemed, before Elizabeth, her wrists lashed cruelly to her ankles, was thrown to the gra.s.s at the judge's feet.
"Twenty-five!" announced the judge.
There was a cheer from the crowd, which, though largely composed of Tuchuks, relished a splendid performance.
Weeping Elizabeth jerked and pulled at the thongs re- straining her, helpless.
The judge inspected the bonds. ''The wench is secured," he said.
Elizabeth moaned.
"Rejoice, Little Barbarian," said Albrecht, "tonight in Pleasure Silk you will dance the Chain Dance for Ka.s.sar Warriors."
The girl turned her head to one side, shuddering in the thongs. A cry of misery escaped her.
"Be silent," said Kamchak.
Elizabeth was silent and, fighting her tears; lay quietly waiting to be freed.
I cut the thongs from her wrists and ankles.
"I tried," she said, looking up at me, tears in her eyes. "I tried."
"Some girls," I told her, "have run from the bole more than a hundred times. Some are trained to do so."
"Do you concede?" Conrad asked Kamchak.
"No," said Kamchak. "My second rider must ride."
"He is not even of the Wagon Peoples," said Conrad.
"Nonetheless," said Kamchak, "he will ride."
"He will not beat twenty-five," said Conrad. ~ Kamchak shrugged. I knew myself that twenty-five was a remarkable time. Albrecht was a fine rider and skilled in this sport and, of course, this time, his quary had been only an untrained barbarian slave, indeed, a girl who had never before run from the bole.
"To the circle," said Albrecht, to the other Ka.s.sar girl.
She was a beauty.
She stepped to the circle quickly, throwing her head back, breathing deeply.
She was an intelligent looking girl.
Black-haired.
Her ankles, I noted, were a bit st.u.r.dier than are thought desirable in a slave girl. They had withstood the shock of her body weight many times I gathered, in quick turnings, in leaps.
1 wished that I had seen her run before, because most girls will have a running pattern, even in their dodging which, if you have seen it, several times, you can sense. Nothing simple, but something that, somehow, you can antic.i.p.ate, if only to a degree. It is probably the result of gathering, from their running, how they think; then one tries to think with them and thus meet them with the bole. She was now breathing deeply, regularly. Prior to her entering the circle I had seen her moving about in the background, running a bit, loosening her legs, speeding the circulation of her blood.
It was my guess that this was not the first time she had run from the bole.
"If you win for us," Albrecht said to her, grinning down from the saddle of the kaiila, "this night you will be given a silver bracelet and five yards of scarlet silk."
"I will win for you, Master," she said.
I thought that a bit arrogant for a slave.
Albrecht looked at me. "This wench," he said, "has never been snared in less than thirty-two beats."
I noted a flicker pa.s.s through the eyes of Kamchak, but he seemed otherwise impa.s.sive.
"She is an excellent runner," I said.
The girl laughed.
Then, to my surprise, she looked at me boldly, though wearing the Turian collar; though she wore the nose ring; though she were only a branded slave clad Kajir.
"I wager," she said, "that 1 will reach the lance."
This irritated me. Moreover, I was not insensitive to the fact that though she were slave and I a free man, she had not addressed me, as the custom is, by the t.i.tle of Master. I had no objection to the omission itself, but I did object to the affront therein implied. For some reason this wench seemed to me rather arrogant, rather contemptuous.
"I wager that you do not," I said.
"Your terms!" she challenged.
"What are yours?" I asked.
She laughed. "If I win," she said, "you give me your bole, which I will present to my master."
"Agreed," I said. "And if I should win?"
"You will not," she said.
"But if so?"
"Then," said she, "I will give you a golden ring and a silver cup."
"How is it that a slave has such riches?" I asked.
She tossed her head in the air, not deigning to respond.
"1 have given her several such things," said Albrecht.
I now gathered that the girl facing me was not a typical slave, and that there must be a very good reason why she should have such things.
"I do not want your golden ring and silver cup," I said.
"What then could you want?" asked she.
"Should I win," I said, "I will claim as my prize the kiss of an insolent wench."
"Tuchuk sleep!" she cried, eyes flas.h.i.+ng.
Conrad and Albrecht laughed. Albrecht said to the girl, "It is permitted."
"Very well, he-tharlarion," said the girl, "your bola against a kiss." Her shoulders were trembling with rage. "I will show you how a Ka.s.sar girl can run!') "You think well of yourself," I remarked. "You are not a Ka.s.sar girl you are only a Turian slave of Ka.s.sars."
Her fists clenched.
In fury she looked at Albrecht and Conrad. "I will run as I have never run before," she cried.
My heart sank a bit. I recalled Albrecht had said that the girl had never been snared in less than thirty-two beats. Then she had doubtless run from the bole several times before, perhaps as many as ten or fifteen.
"I gather," I said to Albrecht, casually, "that the girl has run several times."
"Yes," said Albrecht, "that is true." Then he added, "You may have heard of her. She is Dina of Turia."
Conrad and Albrecht slapped their saddles and laughed uproariously. Kamchak laughed, too, so hard tears ran down the scarred furrows of his face. He pointed a finger at Conrad. "Wily Ka.s.sar!" he laughed. This was a joke. Even I had to smile. The Tuchuks were commonly called the Wily Ones. But, though the moment might have been amusing to those of the Wagon Peoples, even to Kamchak, I was not prepared to look on the event with such good humor. If might have been a good trick, but I was in no state of mind to relish it. How cleverly Conrad had pretended to mock Albrecht when he had bet two girls against one. Little did we know that one of those girls was Dina of Turia, who, of course, would run not for the skilled Kamchak, but for his awkward friend, the clumsy Tarl Cabot, not even of the Wagon Peoples, new to the kaiila and bole! Conrad and Albrecht had perhaps even come to the camp of the Tuchuks with this in mind. Undoubtedly! What could they lose? Noth- ing. The best that we might have hoped for was a tie, had Kamchak beaten Conrad. But he had not; the fine little Turian wench who had been able to bite the neck of the kaiila, thereby risking her life incidentally, had seen to that.
Albrecht and Conrad had come for a simple purpose, to best a Tuchuk and, in the process, pick up a girl or two; Eliza- beth Cardwell, of course, was the only one we had on hand.
Even the Turian girl, Dina, perhaps the best slave among all the wagons in this sport, was laughing, hanging on the stirrup of Albrecht, looking up at him. I noted that his kaiila was within the whip circle, within which the girl stood. Her- feet were off the ground and she had the side of her head pressed against his furred boot.
"Run," I said.
She cried out angrily, as did Albrecht, and Kamchak laughed. "Run, you little fool," shouted Conrad. The girl had released the stirrup and her feet struck the ground. She was off balance but righted herself and with an angry cry she sped from the circle. By surprising her I had gained perhaps ten or fifteen yards.
I took the binding thong from my belt and put it in my teeth.
I began to swing the bole.
To my amazement, as I swung the hole in ever faster circles, never taking my eyes off her, she broke the straight running pattern only about fifty yards from the whip circle, and began to dodge, moving always, however, toward the lance. This puzzled me. Surely she had not miscounted, not Dina of Turia. As the judge counted aloud I observed the pattern, two left, then a long right to compensate, moving toward the lance; two left, then right; two left, then right.
"Fifteen!" called the judge, and I streaked on kailla back from the circle of the boskhide whip.
I rode at full speed, for there was not a beat to lose.
Even if by good fortune I managed to tie Albrecht, Elizabeth would still belong to the Ka.s.sars, for Conrad had a clear win over Kamchak. It is dangerous, of course, to approach any but a naive, straight-running, perhaps terrified, girl at full speed, for should she dodge or move to one side, one will have to slow the kaiila to turn it after her, lest one be carried past her too rapidly, even at the margins of bole range. But I could judge Dina's run, two left, one right, so I set the kaiila running at full speed for what would seem to be the unwilling point of rendezvous between Dina and the leather of the bole. I was surprised at the simplicity of her pattern.- I wondered how it could be that such a girl had never been taken in less than thirty-two beats, that she had reached the lance forty times.
I would release the bole in another beat as she took her second sprint to the left.
Then I remembered the intelligence of her eyes, her confi- dence, that never had she been taken in less than thirty-two beats, that she had reached the lance forty times. Her skills must be subtle, her timing marvelous.
I released the bole, risking all, hurling it not to the expect- ed rendezvous of the second left but to a first right, unex- pected, the first break in the two-left, one-right pattern. I heard her startled cry as the weighted leather straps flashed about her thighs, calves and ankles, in an instant las.h.i.+ng them together as tightly as though by binding fiber. Hardly slack- ening speed I swept past the girl, turned the kaiila to face her, and again kicked it into a full gallop. I briefly saw a look of utter astonishment on her beautiful face. Her hands were out, trying instinctively to maintain her balance; the bole weights were still snapping about her ankles in tiny, angry circles; in an instant she would fall to the gra.s.s; racing past I seized her by the hair and threw her over the saddle; scarcely did she comprehend what was happening before she found herself my prisoner, while yet the kaiila did still gallop, bound about the pommel of the saddle. I had not taken even the time to dismount. Only perhaps a beat or two before the kaiila leapt into the circle had I finished the knots that confined her. I threw her to the turf at the judge's feet.
The judge, and the crowd, seemed speechless.
"Time!" called Kamchak.
The judge looked startled, as though he could not believe what he had seen. He took his hand from the side of the "Time!" called Kamchak.
The judge looked at him. "Seventeen," he whispered.
The crowd was silent, then, suddenly, as unexpectedly as a clap of thunder, they began to roar and cheer Kamchak was thumping a very despondent looking Conrad and Albrecht on the shoulders.
I looked down at Dina of Turia. Looking at me in rage, she began to pull and squirm in the thongs, twisting in the gra.s.s.
The judge allowed her to do so for perhaps a few lien, may- be thirty seconds or so, "The wench is secured," he said.
There was another great cry and cheer from the crowd.
They were mostly Tuchuks, and were highly pleased with what they had seen, but I saw, too, that even the Ka.s.sars and the one or two Paravaci present and the Kataii were unstint- ing in their acclaim. The crowd had gone mad.
Elizabeth Cardwell was leaping up and down clapping her hands.
I looked down at Dina, who lay at my feet, now no longer struggling.
I removed the bole from her legs.
With my quiva I slashed the thong on her ankles, permit- ting her to struggle to her feet.
She stood facing me, clad Kajir, her wrists still thonged behind her.
I refastened the bole at my saddle. "I keep my bole, it seems," I said.
She tried to free her wrists, but could not, of course, do so.
Helpless she stood waiting for me.
I then took Dina of Turia in my arms and, at some length, and with a certain admitted satisfaction, collected my win- nings. Because she had annoyed me the kiss that was hers was that of master to a slave girl; yet was I patient because the kiss itself was not enough; I was not satisfied until, despite herself, I read in my arms her body's sudden, involun- tary admission that I had conquered. "Master," she said, her eyes glazed, too weak to struggle against the thongs that encircled her wrists. With a cheerful slap I sped her back to Albrecht, who, angry, with the tip of his lance, severed the bonds that had confined her. Kamchak was laughing, and Conrad as well. And, too, many in the crowd. Elizabeth Cardwell, however, to my surprise, seemed furious. She had pulled on her furs. When I looked at her, she looked away, angrily.
I wondered what was the matter with her.
Had I not saved her?
Gor - Nomads For Gor Part 9
You're reading novel Gor - Nomads For Gor Part 9 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
Gor - Nomads For Gor Part 9 summary
You're reading Gor - Nomads For Gor Part 9. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: John Norman already has 600 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- Gor - Nomads For Gor Part 8
- Gor - Nomads For Gor Part 10