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"Please," he invited.
I approached him numbly, and turned. He held the robe for me, as might have an
escort. He helped me slip it on.
"It's mine," I whispered. I remembered the robe.
"It was yours," he said.
I looked at him. What he said was true. I could own nothing. It was rather I,
who was owned.
I belted the robe.
"You are lovely," he commented.
I fastened the high, figured, brocade collar about my throat.
I regarded him, once again my own woman.
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"Yes," he said, "you are very lovely, Miss Brinton."
I watched him as he went again to the side of the room, and brought forward a
small table, and another small bench. He gestured that I should join him at
the table. He seated me.
I sat at the table, and watched him as he threw another log on the fire. Again
there was a shower of sparks, and the smoke climbing upward toward the
venting.
The beast now lay curled in its place, on straw. Its eyes were closed, but it
did not seem to be asleep. It would move occasionally, or yawn or change its
position.
"Cigarette?" asked the man.
I looked at him. "Yes," I whispered.
He produced two cigarettes from a flat, golden case. They were my brand. With
a small match, he lit my cigarette for me, and then his. He threw the match
into the fire.
I fumbled with the cigarette. My hand shook.
"Are you nervous?" he asked.
"Return me to Earth!" I whispered.
"Are you not puzzled as to why you were brought to this world?" he asked.
"Please!" I begged.
He regarded me.
"I will pay you anything," I whispered.
"Money?" he asked.
"Yes!" I said. "Yes!"
"Money is unimportant," he said.
I looked anguished.
"Smoke your cigarette," he said.
I drew on the cigarette.
"Were you startled the morning you awakened and found yourself branded?" he
inquired.
"Yes," I whispered. My hand inadvertently touched the mark on my thigh, under
my robe.
"Perhaps you are curious as to how it was done?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"The device," said he, "is not much larger than this." He indicated the small,
flat box of cigarettes. "A handle, containing the heating element, is fixed
into the back of the marking surface. It switches on and off, much like a
common
flashlight." He smiled at me. "It generates a flesh-searing heat in five
seconds."
"I felt nothing," I said.
"You were fully anesthetized," he said.
"Oh," I said.
"I personally think a girl should be fully conscious when being branded," he
said.
I looked down.
"The psychological impact is more satisfactory," he said.
I could say nothing.
"Salve was applied to the wound. It healed quickly and cleanly. You went to
bed a free woman." He looked at me, unpleasantly. "You awakened a Kajira."
"The collar?" I asked.
"You were lying unconscious before the mirror," he said. "We re-entered your
apartment by means of the terrace." He smiled. "It is not hard to collar a
girl."
I recalled the collar had been later removed at the location referred to as
point P, before the black ship had fled the earth, through the gray skies of
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that August dawn.
The man who had removed the collar had said that doubtless I would have
another.
I shoved the cigarette irritably down on the table, breaking it, grinding it
out.
I knew that I could be collared, when it pleased a man to do so.
"May I have another cigarette?" I asked.
"Of course," he said, and solicitously, as I bent forward, he lit me another.
I drew on the fresh cigarette. "Do you often bring women to this world as
slave?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, "and sometimes men, too, if it should serve our purposes."
"I see," I said.
I was irritated.
I remembered the two men thrusting me into the narrow, transparent slave
capsule, in its rack, its lid being screwed shut. I remembered my pressing my
hands against its sides, the beginning of the flight from Earth, the sedating
gases.
I had indeed been brought to this world as a slave.
We smoked together for some time without speaking.
I remember awakening, lying in a Gorean field, some hundred yards or so from
the black wreckage of the slavers' ship. I remembered, too, that on Earth, at
the location called point P, before I had boarded the ship, a heavy steel
anklet, doubtless an identification device of some sort, had been locked on my
left ankle. When I had awakened in the field, it had been gone.
I looked at him. "Why was I brought to this world?" I asked.
"We bring many women to this world," he remarked, "because they are beautiful,
and it pleases us to make them slaves."
I regarded him.
"Also, of course," he said, "they are valuable. They may be distributed or
sold, as we please, to further our ends or increase our profits."
"Was I brought to this world as such a girl?" I asked.
"It may interest you to know," he said, "that you were marked for abduction at
the age of seventeen. In the intervening years we watched you carefully,
maturing into a spoiled, rich, highly intelligent, arrogant young woman,
exactly the sort that, under whip and collar, becomes a most exquisite slave."
I drew on the cigarette, in fury.
"So I was simply brought to Gor to be a female slave?" I asked.
"Let us say," he remarked, carefully, "you have been brought to Gor as a
female slave, regardless."
"Regardless?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
"I do not understand," I said.
"We lost you briefly," he said. His eyes clouded. "The ship crashed," he
explained.
"I see," I said.
"After the crash," he said, "we detected the approach of an enemy craft. We
abandoned our ship and scattered, fleeing with our cargo."
"But," said I," was I not part of your-your cargo?"
His eyes narrowed. I could tell he would choose his words carefully.
"We have enemies," he said. "We did not wish you to fall into their hands. We
feared pursuit. We removed yours identification anklet and hid you in the
grass, some distance from the ship. Then with the other girls, we fled,
intending to rendezvous later, if possible, and return for you. There was,
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