Mercenaries of Gor coc-21

by John Norman

  "Very good," he said.

  "Cos will not dare let these refugees starve," I said, "as they are citizens if a city which had declared for them, which had gone over to them. If they did not care for them, this would be a dark lesson, and one favoring Ar, to every wavering or uncommitted village, town and city within a dozen horizons." "Quite," he agreed.

  "What was done with the garrison of Torcadino?" I asked.

  "Most were surprised in their beds," he said. "Their weapons were seized. Resistance was useless. We then expelled them, disarmed, from the city." "So that they, too, like the civilians, would aggravate the problems of Cos." "Yes," he said.

  "Did you march them beneath a yoke?" I asked. This is usually formed of three spears, two upright and the third bound horizontally across the first two. The prisoners are then usually marched in a long line, two abreast, between the uprights. They cannot pass under the horizontal spear, a weapon of their enemy, without lowering their heads and bending their backs. Some warriors choose to die rather than do this. A similar yoke is sometimes used for the captive women of a city, but it is set much lower, usually such that they must pass under it on their belly. After all, they are not men; they are women. Too, it is usually formed not of spears but of brooms, brought from the conquering city, and the horizontal bar is hung with dangling slave beads. In this, although the original meanings are perhaps lost in antiquity, most commentators see symbolized the servility and sensuousness which, as they are to be slaves, is henceforth, upon pain of death to be required of them. It is an impressive sight to see the women of a captive city, single file, stripped and on their bellies, in a long line winding through the streets and across the piazza, moving between soldiers with whips, crawling toward the yoke. As they crawl beneath it, the slave beads touch their back. On the other side of the yoke, while they are still on their bellies, they generally feel a collar locked on their neck. It is one of many, and it, like the others, has been attached in its turn, and at its interval, to a long chain. They are now in coffle. They will probably not be removed from this coffle until, in one way or another, they have been sold. "No," said the fellow with me.

  I nodded.

  "They are good fellows," he said. "Too, perhaps one day some of them will bear arms in my company."

  "I understand," I said.

  He turned about and looked through the window. We could see the walls of Torcadino from the window and one of the aqueducts. He then turned about and faced me, again. "You did not try to kill me," he commented.

  "Another test?" I asked.

  "Yes," he said.

  "I thought so," I said. "Else you would not have been likely to turn your back on an unknown stranger."

  "True," he smiled.

  "I considered it," I said.

  "It would have been difficult to cross the table," he said. "Too, it would be difficult, in the time I gave you, to pick up the knife, or sword, without rustling papers."

  "Also you were anticipating the possibility of an attack," I said. "It is difficult to move surreptitiously on a person under such circumstances. Also the female here, at the side of the desk, would presumably have moved, or gasped or cried out."

  "Would you have cried out, Lady Cara?" he asked.

  "Yes!" she said.

  "In spite of all I have done to you?" he asked.

  "Because of what you have done to me!" she wept. "I would die for you!" "Why?" he asked.

  "A slave girl owes all to her master, her passion, her being, her life, everything. It is yours, my Master!"

  "Belly," said he to her, and she lay then on her belly, beside the desk, in her chains.

  "But I did not think you would attack me," he said to me. "You are too rational, I think. Too, you would have, at least now, no adequate motivation for such an attack. Also, you suspect, or are not sure, but what we may share certain common objectives."

  "There are other reasons, too," I said. "For one, even if I succeeded in such an attack, I would not be likely to escape from the Semnium alive."

  "The window is a possibility," he said.

  "Yes," I said.

  "But you had not examined it for ledges, and such," he said.

  "No," I said.

  "There is no extended ledge," he said.

  I nodded.

  "You said there were "reasons, " he said.

  "Another would be," I said, "my respect for you, as a commander, as a soldier." "In many men," he said, "emotion functions to the detriment of policy. Perhaps it is so with you."

  "Perhaps, sometimes," I said.

  "I shall remember that about you, he said. "I may be able to use it sometime." "Your entrance through the aqueducts, and using both, rather than one, as an insurance attack, was brilliant," I said.

  "It is an obvious strategem," he said. "I have considered it for years, but I did not use it until now."

  "Had you used it earlier," I said, "it would now be a part of military history, of the lore associated with your name, something which all garrisons in appropriate cities would now anticipate and take steps to prevent."

  "Of course," he said.

  "You saved it," I smiled, "for an occasion worthy of it."

  "For a Torcadino," he said. "Of course," I said.

  "The aqueducts have now been closed by the Cosians, and their flows diverted," he said.

  "There is no shortage of water in the city," I said. "You are now depending on the original wells, dating from before the aqueducts, which, with the ejection of the civilian population, are now more than ample for your needs."

  He smiled.

  "But I fear that you may not have anticipated all things," I said.

  "It is seldom possible to do so," he said.

  "I am troubled by certain obvious problems," I said.

  "Speak," he said.

  "There is no road from Torcadino," I said. "It would seem that you have trapped yourself here. The walls are surrounded. Your army is small. Cos will maintain a considerable force in the area, at least compared to what is at your disposal. I do not think you will be able to fight your way out. I am sure you do not have enough tarns to evacuate your men."

  "Interesting," he said.

  "Obviously you have made strict arrangements with Ar," I said.

  "No," he said. "I have no understanding with Ar."

  "You must have!" I said.

  "No," he said.

  "Are you not in the pay of Ar?" I asked, astonished.

  "No," he said.

  "You have done this of your own initiative?" I asked.

  "Yes," he said. "The powers of Ar and Cos must be balanced. The victory of either means the end of the free companies."

  "But you are depending on Ar to raise the siege? Surely," I said.

  "Of course," he said.

  "What if she does not do so?"

  "I that that would be quite unfortunate," he said.

  "You could negotiate with the Cosians," I said. "I am sure they would agree to almost any terms, offering suitable inducements for withdrawal, guarantees of safety for yourself and your troops, and such, in order to regain Torcadino,"

  "Do you think, after what we have done here, and the considerable delays we have caused them, they would just let us walk out of Torcadino?" he asked.

  "No," I said.

  "Nor do I," he smiled.

  "Everything depends on Ar," I said.

  "Yes," he said.

  "You have taken great risks for Ar," I said.

  "For myself, and the free companies," he said.

  "Ar would seem to have no choice but to act as you expect," I said.

  "It would seem so," he said.

  "Yet, you seem troubled." I said.

  "I am," he said. "Come with me."

  We then went out through a side door, into another room. I looked back, once. I saw Lady Cara, in her chains, beside his desk. She was still on her belly. She had not been given permission to rise. She looked after us.

  "What do you think of this little bird
on her perch?" he asked me.

  "It is hard to say," I said.

  He pulled up her head with his fist in her hair. He was not gentle with her. She cried out, whimpering, her head bent back.

  "Lovely," I said. Her neck was encircled by a collar. She was branded. As he had her head pulled back her back was pulled back against the short, horizontal wooden post behind which her arms were hooked. This horizontal post was mounted on a short vertical post, in the manner of a "T." She was kneeling on the platform, about a yard high, on which this «T was fixed. Her ankles were chained together, behind and about the vertical post. Manacles, and a length of chain, running across her belly, completed the closure that kept her arms in place, holding her wrists back, at her sides. "Perhaps she is a captain's woman."

  "More than that," he said. "She was a general's woman."

  She whimpered. Her eyes were almost glassy with terror. He released her hair. Her head fell forward, her long, dark hair before her body. I pulled the chain out a bit from her belly. There were marks in her flesh, from where it had been tight on her. She whimpered.

  I regarded her. Jewels did not bedeck her. Her silks were now gone. No cosmetics now adorned her, begging to be licked and kissed from her lips. No scent of perfume now clung to her. There were smells which were perhaps those of sweat and fear. "Too, she had soiled the platform. She had been beaten, doubtless quite a rare experience for high slave. If she had once worn a golden, bejeweled collar it was now gone. On her neck now was a simple iron collar, hammered shut, such as might be put on the neck of any slut picked up by any soldier in a flaming city.

  "What is your name, my dear?" he inquired.

  "I have no name, no name!" she said, quickly.

  "How do you know?" he asked. "Perhaps I have given you one."

  "I have no name that I know," she said, terrified, jerking in her metal bonds, fearing that she might be being tricked into earning herself punishment. "I do not yet know my name, if I have one. If Master has named me, he has not yet informed me! If I have a name, it will be as Master pleases! I am a slave! I am his, only his! If I have a name, I beg to know it, that I may answer to it obediently and promptly!"

  "You have no name," he said.

  "Yes, Master," she said, weakly putting down her head again.

  "What is your name?" he asked.

  "Lucilina," she said.

  The fellow regarded me. "Do you know the name of the high officer of the Cosian forces in the south?" he asked.

  "Myron, Polemarkos of Temos, cousin to Lurius of Jad, Ubar of Cos," I said. "And what do you think might have been the name of his preferred slave?" he asked.

  "I gather it was Lucilina," I said.

  "She was as greedy as she is beautiful," said the officer. "She had much freedom in the Cosian camp, given even her own quarters, in which the Polemarkos could call upon her. In these quarters, amidst her cushions and silks, surrounded by her jewel boxes, attended to by female slaves assigned to her for her own use, to whom she was as absolute mistress, she held sway almost as might have a Ubara. Comfortably secure in the favor of her powerful and highborn master, esteemed and pampered, she, though only a slave, gathered power about herself."

  I became angry hearing this. A female slave is not to have power. Rather she is to be subjected to it, totally.

  "Her influence with the Polemarkos became well known. She had his ear. A word from her, for or against a fellow, as she pleased, could promote or ruin a career. In her tents she would receive visitors, callers and petitioners.

  Dozens, coming to understand her power, came soon to sue for her favor. There were gifts for her, naturally. Surely that was only fitting. Her jewel boxes began to brim with precious stones. Rings were brought to her worth the ransom of a Ubar. Her cosmetic cases could boast perfumes that might have been the envy of a Ubara."

  "Better chains of iron and a whip for her," I said, bitterly.

  "Among these petitioners came one fellow bring with him the promise of a gift of wine, a wine supposedly secret, the rare Falarian, a wine only rumored among collectors to exist, a wine supposedly so rare and precious that its cost might purchase a city. She, of course, would test this. She, though only a slave, would choose to sip it."

  "Arrogant slave," I said. The woman put down her head even more, whimpering, trembling. No slave takes wine without the permission of the master. And even then, as often as not, she takes it only on his command, and under his eye, usually kneeling before him. Sometimes, even, he puts his hand in her hair, bends her head back, and pours it down her throat. It is done by his will. "The wine, of course," he said, "was to precious to have been brought with him, but it is in his tent. She summons her palanquin and bearers, male slaves, and is to be carried to this place. Too, in this fashion the matter may best be kept secret from her attendants. She is often carried about the Cosian camp in her closed palanquin by bearers. This excites little curiosity. In his tent she will taste the wine, demanding even that he pour it for her. It is done. She looks at him, startled. Can this wine, which seems like a cheap ka-la-na, be the rare Falarian? But in a moment she is unconscious. Arrangements have already been made with the bearers, of course. They will receive their freedom. It could have been done otherwise but this is best. They were known. Had we substituted others for them we would have increased our risks. Too, left behind they might well have been killed, absurdly enough, by the Cosians, an unnecessary and foolish waste of able men, in my opinion, whereas I now have four more grateful, loyal fellows in my ranks, any one of whom I think would willingly die for me." "Of course," I said.

  "The palanquin is then brought within the walls of the outer tent. Meanwhile the female is stripped. She is placed, unconscious, in the palanquin. Binding thongs, about her ankles, her legs spread, about her wrists, they tied down at her sides, and about her thighs, belly, above her breasts and below her arms, and about her throat, fasten her to it, securing her tightly in place. When she awakens she will discover she can scarcely move a muscle. She is then gagged. Lastly the curtains of the palanquin are closed. She is now ready to be transported."

  "She has been drugged of course," I said.

  "Not heavily," he said. "She will remain unconscious, by our intent, for only a few Ehn, for little longer than it takes to strip, bind and gag her. We want her to awaken quite soon, while still in the Cosian camp, and, awakening, to be fully appreciative of her predicament. We want her to lie there, helpless, fully conscious of what is being done to her."

  "Excellent," I said.

  "My man checked in on her once," he said. "Her eyes were wild, frantic, over her gag. He then, again, closed the curtains."

  "It is a splendid coup," I said, "to have stolen the preferred slave of the Polemarkos of Temos."

  "Had it not been for your arrogance and greed, it would not have been so easy, would it my dear?" he said to the woman.

  "No, Master," she said.

  "But you are not arrogant and greedy anymore, are you, my dear?" he asked. "No, Master!" she said.

  "We brought her to Torcadino," he said. "As you may remember, she had had my man, though she was a slave, pour wine for her."

  "I remember," I said.

  "Her first beating, thus," he said, "she received from him."

  "Naturally," I said.

  "Her next four beatings, at given intervals, she received from the four fellows who had been her bearers formerly, now free men."

  "Naturally," I said.

  "At times we had to caution them, and restrain them," he said, "that they not kill her."

  "I understand," I said.

  "She was then ready to be interrogated," he said.

  "Interrogated?" I said.

  "Certainly," he said. "Do you think I find this slut of any personal interest or worth?"

  "I can see how some men might," I said.

  "She is vain, and shallow," he said. "Aren't you, my dear?"

  "Yes, Master," she said.

  "But we are going to work hard to
overcome those flaws, aren't we, my dear?" he inquired.

  "Yes, Master!" she said.

  He put his hand on her.

  She cried out, startled, She jerked back against the stout post. Her hands jerked in the metal fastenings. She regarded him with disbelief, with horror. "You are no longer a high slave," he said. "You are going to have to get used to being touched like this."

  She looked at him, wildly. Her hands twisted. She could not close her legs. "I thought you might have had her stolen," I said, "in order to do insult to Myron, the Polemarkos."

  "Please, no!" she cried.

  "No," he said. "I would not risk men in such an unnecessary and gratuitous enterprise. My major concern is with the expeditious and efficient attainment of certain ultimate objectives. I seldom indulge in the gratifications of such transient vanities unless they lead to these objectives, or, at the least, are not inimical to their attainment. Such an insult, stinging as it would be, would not serve any particular purpose at the moment, for example, stirring a foe to a fury of vengeance which might lead to miscalculation on his part. In this particular situation it would presumably only make it more difficult to deal with the Polemarkos, to whom I must soon give the appearance of inviting bona fide negotiation."

  "No, no, no," whispered the girl.

  "In that way you will delay attacks and buy time," I said.

  "Yes," he said.

  "No, no," whimpered the girl. "No!"

  "Besides," he said. "I bear the Polemarkos no ill will. He is a clever, if weak, officer.

  "No, no!" said the girl. "Oh, yes," she cried, suddenly, "Yes!" Her eyes were wild. "Yes, please! she said. She squirmed. She closed her eyes. Her knees moved piteously. "Yes, please!" she said.