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.I then, with my fingers, and putting the bowl even to my lips, fedeagerly upon that thick, bland, moist substance.By the time Durbar had returned I had finished, even to the desperate wipingand licking of the bowl, that I might secure every last particle of thatsimple, precious, vitalizing provender. You eat slave gruel well, said the first men.There was laughter from thechained women.I put down my head.The bowl was taken from me.So that was slave gruel, Ithought.I knew that it, with its various supplements, was extremelynourishing.It had been designed for the feeding of slaves, to keep themhealthy, slim and trim.On the other hand, although I had devoured it eagerly,I could see where a slave who was not starving might, after a time,desperately strive to improve her services to the master, that he might seefit, in his kindness, to grant her at least the scraps of a more customarydiet.Page 145ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Do you still claim to be a free woman? asked the first man. Yes, I said. You have the body of a slave, be said. It is not my fault, I said,  that I have the body of a slave. Can you read? he asked. No, I said. What is your name? he asked.I thought wildly for a moment.Then I said,  Tiffany, La Tiffany! What sort of name is that? he asked. I do not know, I said. It is an unusual name, he said. Maybe it is a barbarian name, suggested Durbar. Are you a barbarian? asked the first man. Maybe, I said.I saw scorn in the faces of several of I chained women. Look, said the first man, taking me by the upper arm, and turning it to thelight. The barbarian brand.I did not see how I could explain this vaccination mark the men without makingclear that my origin was not Gorean.The vaccination was in connection with adisease which, too, as far as I knew, did not even exist on Gor. Get on your feet, here by the lantern, said the first m And open your mouth, widely.I complied. Durbar, come up here, said the first man.He was joined by his fellow. Back there, see? he asked Durbar. Yes, said Durbar.As a child I had had some fillings in the molar area, on lower left side. They are common in barbarians, said the first man. Yes, said Durbar. But, those of the caste of physician do such things.Ihave seen them in some Gorean girls. That is true, admitted the first man.These fellows must also know that doubtless such things might be foundoccasionally in the mouths of some Gorean men.On the other hand, of course,they would not have been likely to have seen them there.They would have seenthem presumably, only in the mouths of girls, slaves.One of things that amaster commonly checks in a female he is considering buying is the number andcondition of her teeth. Lie back down, said the first man,  on your back, as before.I did so. Are you a barbarian? he asked. Yes, I said.I did not see how I could, in the light of facts, hope toconceal this from them.Several of the women laughed.Barbarians, I gather were to be held incontempt.The men, however, I no somewhat to my uneasiness, did not seem to beviewing with contempt.They were viewing me, rather, with definite interest.Idid not understand clearly, at that time, the rather special position on Goroccupied by barbarian slaves.Servile and low, and trained to sensuouswonders, they often brought high prices; to many Gorean men they seemed idealobjects, or among such, on which to slake their most primitive and brutalsexual lusts. You speak the language very well, said the first man. I could not evenplace your accent.indeed, I was not even certain it was barbarian. It is, I said. Thank you.As I lay at their feet, on the blanket, on the boards of the slave wagon, theywere looking down at me.I was aware that it was very much as a female that Iwas being looked at. what are you going to do with me? I asked.The first man shrugged. Turn you over to the authorities, he said.Page 146ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Please do not do so, I begged. Please!They continued to look at me. Please, I begged. Please, please, I whimpered.I lifted my body,piteously, to them. Slut! hissed one of the chained slaves. Please, I whimpered. Please! We ll give you a trial, said the first man. You first, Durbar.I reached up for him as he crouched down, swiftly, between my legs.Durbar was not first in the camp, I realized [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]