Hunters of Gor (29 page)

terror, barefoot in the sand, in the yellow silk, in throat coffle, their wrists

bound behind their back, horrified with what they had seen.

I strode toward them and, with screams, they turned stumbling about, attempting

to flee.

When I passed the one man of Tyros who had yet moved I noted that he now lay

still.

The girls had tangled themselves in the brush not twenty yards into the trees.

By the binding fiber on their throat I pulled them loose and led them back to

the beach.

I took them to the point where the leader of the men of Tyros had entered the

water.

Sharks were still moving in the center of the river, feeding.

“Kneel here,” I told them.

They did so.

I went and gathered my arrows from the fallen men of Tyros, and rolled their

bodies into the Laurius. They were simple pile arrows and pulled cleanly from

the body. I did not need, as with the broad arrow or the Tuchuk barbed arrow, to

thrust the point through in order to free it.

I cleaned the arrows and returned to the girls, placing the arrows in my quiver.

They looked up at me in terror, captured slaves. They had been instrumental in

the taking of my camp. They had been party to the plot. Without them it could

not have been successful. Doubtless they knew much.

They would tell me what they knew.

“Speak to me,” I said, “of what took place in this camp, and tell me what you

know of the doings and intentions of the men of Tyros.”

“We know nothing,” said one of the girls. ”We are only slaves.”

In the pouring of paga, I knew, they would have heard much.

“It is my wish,” I said, “that you speak.” My eyes were not pleasant.

“We may not speak,” said one of the girls. “We may not speak.”

“Do you expect the men of Tyros to protect you?” I asked.

They looked at one another, apprehensively.

Then, as they knelt very straight, I removed the pleasure silks from them. Then,

to their astonishment, I unbound their wrists. I did not free them of the tether

on their throat.

“Stand,” I told them,

They did so.

I had unstrung the bow. I removed the sword from my sheath. I gestured toward

the water with the blade.

They looked at me with horror.

“Into the water,” I told them. “Swim.”

“No! No!” they screamed. They fell before me in the sand, their hair to my

sandal.

“We are women!” cried one. “We are women!”

“Be merciful to us,” cried one. “We are women!”

“Please, Master!” wept another. “We are only slaves!”

“Submit,” I told them.

They knelt before me, back on their heels, head down, arms lifted and extended,

wrists crossed as though for binding.

“I submit myself,” said each, in turn.

They need not be bound. They need not be collared. They need not eve have

spoken. The posture of submission itself, assumed by them before me, constituted

them my slaves.

They were now mine.

“Slave,” said I to the first girl, dark-haired, “head to the sand, speak.”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

“We were the slaves of Hesius of Laura,” she wept. “We are paga slaves. Our

master dealt with Sarus, Captain of the Rhoda, of Tyros. We were to be rented to

the camp of Bosk of Port Kar. We were to serve wine. The men of Tyros, when the

wine had been drunk, were to storm the camp.”

“Be silent,” I told her. I gazed upon the second girl, a blond. “Head to the

sand.” I said, “speak.”

She plunged her lovely hair to the sand. “The plan went well,” she said. “We

served wine to all, and, even, secretly, to the slave girls of the camp. Within

the Ahn all were unconscious. The camp was ours.”

“Enough,” I said. “You,” I said, to the third girl, a redhead, “speak.”

She put her head, too, to the sand, and spoke, rapidly, trembling, the words

tumbling forth. “The entire camp was taken,” she said. “All with ease, were

locked in slave chains, both men and women. The wall about the camp was thrown

down, the camp destroyed.”

“Enough,” I said. I did not command the fourth girl to speak as yet. I wished to

think. Much now seemed more clear to me, things that the girls had not spoken.

It was not difficult to imagine that it was not simply to capture Bosk of Port

Kar, or to do injury to those of Port Kar, that the Rhoda of Tyros had come to

Lydius, and upriver to Laura. She was a medium-class galley. She had a keel

length of about one hundred and ten feet Gorean, and a beam of about twelve foot

Gorean. She would carry some ninety oarsmen. These would be free men, for the

Rhoda was a ram-ship, a war ship. Her crew, not counting officers, beyond

oarsmen, would be some ten men. She was single masted, as are most Gorean war

galleys. How many men she would be carrying below decks, concealed, I had no

idea. I would speculate, however, judging the business on which I conjectured

the Rhoda had come north, that she would have carried more than a hundred below

decks, doubtless all skilled warriors.

There was bigger game in the forests.

Tyros and Ar, of long standing, are enemies.

Marlenus, I feared, for once in his life, had miscalculated.

I turned to the fourth girl. She was a black-haired, light-skinned beauty.

“Head to the sand,” I told her.

She put her head down. Her shoulders shook.

“You will answer my questions,” I told her, “promptly and exactly.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

“How many men do those of Tyros have?” I asked.

She trembled. Her knees moved in the sand. “I do not know exactly,” she wept.

“Two hundred?” I conjectured.

“Yes,” she said, “at least two hundred.”

“The ship, the Tesephone, which was here,” I said, “was it taken, by a prize

crew, downriver?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Of how many men?” I asked.

“Fifty, I think,” she said.

The Tesephone had forty oars. That would have manned each oar. They had men to

spare.

“What happened,” I asked, “to my men, and slaves?”

“The men,” she said, “ with the exception of one, whose head wore the swath of

panther girls, were chained in the hold of the Tesephone. The women, the four

slaves, and he who wore the swath of panther girls, were taken, with the

majority of the men of Tyros, into the forest.”

“What was the destination of the Tesephone?” I asked.

“Please do not make me speak!” she cried.

I began to unfasten the tether that bound her with the other girls.

“Please!” she wept.

I tool her naked in my arms, unbound, and began to carry her into the river.

“No!” she wept. “I will speak! I will speak!”

I held her, standing behind her, by the arms. We stood in the river. The water

was at my hips, and higher on her.

I saw a fin turn in the water and move towards us. The river shark, commonly,

does not like to come into water this shallow, but it had been feeding, and it

was aroused. It began to circle us. I kept the girl between us.

The girl screamed.

“What is the destination of the Tesephone?” I asked.

The circles were becoming smaller.

“Laura!” she screamed. “Laura!”

“And whither then? ”I asked.

The shark moved toward the girl, smoothly, flowing, liquid in its flawless

menace. But its tail did not snap for the swift strike. It was belly down,

dorsal fin upright. It thrust its snout against the girl’s thigh, and she

screamed, and it turned away.

“It will join the Rhoda at Laura!” she screamed.

The shark moved in again, similarly, and bumped against her leg, and turned

away.

The shark thrust twice against us again, once with its snout, another time with

its tail and back.

“The next time, I expect,” I said, “It will make its strike.”

“Your ship and the Rhoda will go to Lydius and thence north to an exchange

pint!” she cried, “have mercy on a slave!” she shrieked.

I saw the shark turn again, this time from some fifteen yards away. I saw it

roll onto its back, its dorsal fin down.

“For what purpose do they proceed to the exchange point?” I asked.

“For slaves!” she cried.

“What slaves!” I cried, hold her by the arms. “Speak swiftly! It makes its

strike!”

“Marlenus of Ar, and his retinue!” she cried.

I threw the girl behind me, and, with the heel of my sandal, as the shark thrust

towards us, with great force, stopped it.

It turned thrashing about in fury.

I took the girl by the hair and, holding her bent over, as one holds a female

slave by the hair, waded up the beach.

Her entire body was trembling. She was shuddering, and moaning.

I threw her to the sand with the other girls, and again fastened her, with them,

in throat coffle.

“Stand,” I told them. “Stand straight, heads high. Place your wrists behind your

back.”

I then picked up the slave silk they had worn and, under the throat tether of

each, thrust the silk. Then, with the binding fiber I had earlier removed, I

fastened their wrists behind their backs.

The Tesephone, most of my men aboard, chained in her hold, was to make

rendezvous with the Rhoda at Laura. The two ships would then proceed to Lydius,

and thence to an exchange point on the shore of Thassa, north of Lydius. The

bulk of the attackers had proceeded through the forest, to surprise the camp of

Marlenus. They had taken with them Rim and the four girls. They had doubtless

taken Rim, knowing him from Laura as an officer of mine. My men would not have

revealed to them who else might be officer. Thurnock, as a common seaman, was

doubtless chained in the hold of the Tesephone. That might be desirable. My men

there were thus provided with an officer. It is a reasonably common practice to

separate officers and men, in order that prisoners have less unity and direction

than might otherwise be the case. Rim had been taken northward because he was an

officer. The girls had been taken northward because they were lovely. The trip

to the exchange point through the forests would be long. Rim, Grenna, Sheera,

Tina and Cara were thus with the attacking force. The others, including

Thurnock, had been incarcerated in the hold of the Tesephone

I stood on the beach, and looked at the ruins of my camp. I saw the long mark in

the sand, where the keel of the Tesephone had been dragged down to the water.

I, Bosk of Port Kar, was not pleased.

There were some fifty men of Tyros, as a prize crew, with the Tesephone. The

crew of the Rhoda herself, though I expected not all of her oars would now be

manned, would have been somewhere in the neighbor hood of a hundred. The slave

girl whom I had questioned on these matters had conjectured that the attacking

force had numbered in the neighborhood of two hundred men. I suspected that some

one hundred and fifty, or more, men were now moving towards the camp if

Marlenus. They had left eleven men behind at my camp, to pick up any of my men

who, unknowingly, might return to the camp. They had not expected any, really,

apparently, for their security had been poor. It had cost them. These eleven men

I did not leave behind me. It is a Tuchuk custom, not to leave an enemy behind

one.

I regarded the slave girls, standing in the sand, in coffle, their wrists behind

their backs, bound. They stood very still. They stood very straight. Their heads

were very high. I had commanded them to stand so.

I regarded the silks, thrust through the tethers on their necks.

I walked about them. They were beautiful.

“You were party,” I told them, “ to a plot, in which my camp fell and my men,

and certain slaves, were taken. I am not pleased. You were instrumental in the

success of the plans of my enemies. Without you, their plans could not have been

successful.”

“Have mercy on us, Master,” whispered one of the girls.

“Posture,” I snapped.

The girls stood perfectly.

“How many of you,” I asked, “are forest girls?”

“We are of the cities,” said the redhead.

I went to her and put my hand at her wrist. “The sleen,” I said, “has sharp

fangs.”

“Do not take us into the forest!’ begged one.

“You will be taken into the forest,” I told them. “If you do precisely as I say,

you may possibly survive. If you do not do precisely as I say, you will not

survive.”

“We will be obedient,” said the first girl.

I smiled. I might be able to use these slaves.

I took the second girl by the hair. “When did the men of Tyros leave for the

camp of Marlenus?” I asked.

“Yesterday morning,” she said.

I thought it might be so, from the crumbling of the sand beside the keel track

of the Tesephone. I could not then, in all probability, arrive at the camp of

Marlenus in time to warn him. I had not expected to be able to do so.

Yes Marlenus kept guards posted. He was a shrewd huntsman, and a great Ubar and

warrior. Further, he had some one hundred men with him. It puzzled me, somewhat,

that the men of Tyros had dared to approach the camp, with only some one hundred

and fifty men. The men of Marlenus are, usually, exceptional in intelligence and

the use of weapons. This would be particularly so in the case of a picked

retinues. The warriors of Ar were among the best on Gor. The warriors and

huntsmen of Marlenus retinue, picked men, each of them, would doubtless