by John Norman
He bent down and picked up his spear, and turned toward the camp.
The shouting, and the cries, were much louder now.
Brenda Hamilton would not be permitted to enter the camp on her own feet, even wrists bound, and tethered.
She would be carried, trussed, over the threshold of the camp, as meat or game.
She would be thrown to its ground at the feet of the skinning poles.
She was slave.
Brenda Hamilton, bound hand and foot, was carried lightly, helplessly, into the camp, over the shoulder of Tree, the Hunter.
She became aware of men, and women and children, crowding about her.
She was aware of huts, and smells.
She was aware of two sets of poles, one set consisting of two upright poles and several small, slender poles, lashed horizontally between them, from which hung strips of drying meat; the other set consisting of two crossed poles at each end, bound together at the top, with a lateral pole set in the joinings of the end poles; from this lateral pole, on the one set of poles, there hung, upside down, hind feet stretched and bound to the pole, a small deer, its head dangling peculiarly, its throat opened. There was dried blood matted in the white fur at the bottom of its head, beneath its mouth.
Tree stopped with his prize before this latter set of poles, from which hung the deer, which had had its throat cut, that the hunters might have the blood.
Brenda Hamilton was conscious of the ease with which she was carried, that she was so slight a burden for his strength, and of his arm, bronzed and muscular, holding her on his shoulder.
Tree stood with his prize before the skinning rack, to which is brought meat, and game, and slaves.
Over his shoulder, head down, Brenda Hamilton felt the inhabitants of the encampment press about her, eager, excited, talking, curious, commenting, speculating, some feeling her body and hair. Then she felt Tree's body stiffen. And the crowd of women, children and men, fell back, and was silent.
Someone, she knew, had approached.
She heard voices.
"Where have you been?" asked Spear.
"I have been hunting," said Tree.
"What have you caught?" asked Spear.
"This," said Tree.
Rudely Brenda Hamilton, bound hand and foot, was thrown to the dirt of the camp, at the foot of the skinning rack.
She lay on her side, as she had been thrown. Her shoulder hurt.
She was conscious of the feet, and knees and legs, of those about. Some of the women wore strings of shells about their left ankles. They made a sound when they moved. She wondered at how far they might be from the sea.
She would learn later that these shells had been obtained in trade, exchanged for flints at the shelters, in barter with traders who had come from the world's edge, scions of the Far Peoples.
She heard a man's voice, harsh, direct.
"String her on the rack, that we may look at her," said Spear.
Brenda Hamilton felt her hands being untied, and then, by two men, she was lifted into the air, and, by two others, with rawhide thongs, was bound, wrists apart, hands over head, to the lateral pole set in the joinings of the crossed end poles. Her feet did not touch the ground. She hung suspended, in rawhide thongs. Her ankles were untied. To her left, tied upside down, bound by its spread hind legs to the same horizontal pole, hung the carcass of the bloodied deer.
Spear, and the others, regarded the slave.
Brenda Hamilton saw women and children standing behind and among the men. Most of the women were bare breasted. Almost all of the women wore necklaces of leather, claws and shells.
Tree did not think Spear would order her slain. She was comely. If he did order her killed, he would fight Spear. But Spear would not want her killed. He would keep her for working, and kicking.
Brenda Hamilton looked into the large, stolid face that regarded her. She looked away, terrified. The face frightened her, more than had that of her captor. The eyes, particularly, frightened her. They seemed at odds with the face, and the largeness of the man. They were narrow and shrewd, cunning, sharp. The body and the face, together seemed only large, and slow, heavily muscled, thick, heavy, particularly the jaw, but the eyes were bright, seeing, observant. The man moved his head slowly, and his body, but she sensed in this a deception, one belied by the eyes. This creature, seemingly dull, shambling, she sensed, could, if need arose; move with the swiftness of a snake, the purposiveness of a panther.
She sensed this was the leader.
She would learn later his name was Spear.
Closely behind him she saw a younger man. She saw clearly that he was the son of the other, from the narrowness of the eyes, the heaviness of the jaw, but there were two differences; the younger man's body was more alert, more supple, less heavily muscled; but his eyes, though cruel, were simpler, more arrogant, less cunning. She sensed greater intelligence in the older one, and, too, quickness, that he might, if he wished, strike before the younger could move.
Spear's hands felt her body, the firmness of her breasts, the curvatures of her ass.
"She is pretty," said Spear to Tree.
She felt Spear's hand at her delta. She closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth.
"She does not kick well," said Tree.
Spear stepped back and regarded her. He shrugged. "She is pretty," he said. "We will keep her." Then he said, "She can carry flint."
She saw Tree's body relax.
She understood very little of what was going on.
Tree was pleased. He did not now have to fight Spear.
She did not even understand that Spear had decided that she would be, at least for the time, permitted to live.
A woman with a limp, and a scar beneath the left cheekbone, began screaming.
"Kill her! Kill her!" cried Short Leg. She was first among the women of the Men, dominant among the females. She was, too, the first fed of Spear's five women. Indeed, so high she stood with Spear that, for more than two years, none of the other hunters had used her. Some of the hunters wondered why she should stand so high with Spear. Only Spear knew. She was shrewd, and highly intelligent. She gave him many good ideas. She knew much. And, in the camp, she was an extra pair of eyes and ears for Spear. She made him more powerful.
But still she was only a female.
Spear's left hand flew back, cuffing the screaming female back.
Brenda Hamilton saw blood leap from the face of the struck woman, who reeled back.
"Throw the sticks!" cried Short Leg. "Throw the sticks!"
"I have decided," said Spear.
Brenda Hamilton saw hostility in the eyes of the women, as they regarded her.
"Throw the sticks!" screamed Short Leg.
Spear's eyes met those of a small man with a twisted spine, with narrow ferret eyes, whose head was turned to one side. "Get the sticks," he said.
Hyena sped from the group and went to one of the huts. He returned with a leather wrapper and, when he unfolded it, within it, Brenda Hamilton saw more than a dozen sticks, painted in different colors, some in rings. The colors were mostly yellows and reddish browns, the rubbings of ochers into the peeled wood.
The group fell back and, with another stick in the wrapper, a larger stick, with a feather tied to it, Hyena, to one side, drew a circle in the dirt. He then brought five rocks, and put them in the circle, too. Then with his stick, he drew lines from one rock to another. Two of the women gasped. Where before there had been only rocks there was now a star, and the rocks were its points.
Hyena gestured for silence.
He looked at Short Leg, and the women. He seemed nervous. "Throw the sticks," said Short Leg.
He looked at the men. They did not look upon him pleasantly. He began to sweat.
He went to Brenda Hamilton and, head twisted, bent over, looked up at her.
Then he went back to the circle and picked up the sticks.
He looked at Knife.
He looked at Spear, and at Sto
ne, and Tree, and the others. "Throw the sticks," said Spear.
More than ten times Hyena lifted and dropped the sticks, watching carefully, studying carefully, sometimes on his hands and knees, the way they had fallen, their angles, their relationships to one another.
Then he stood up. "The meaning is clear," he said. "It is always the same."
"What do the sticks say?" demanded Short Leg.
"They say Spear is right," said Hyena.
Spear's face did not change expression. Short Leg turned about in disgust, and left the group.
The women, other than Short Leg, seemed satisfied. The men seemed pleased.
The sticks had confirmed the decision of Spear. The female strung on the skinning pole would be permitted, at least for the time, to live.
She looked from face to face. There was the leader, narrow-eyed, heavy jawed, who was Spear; there was, near him, the one she recognized as his son, who was Knife; to one side stood a large man, heavy faced and dour, Stone; then there was a spare man, lean and large handed, Arrow Maker; and a smaller man, heavy chested, short-legged, long armed, Runner; standing together were two men, a small, quick man, grinning, furtive, who was Fox, and a larger fellow, slower witted, secretive, who would not look into her eyes, Wolf; then she almost cried out in fear, as her eyes fell upon Tooth, so ugly, so large jawed, with the extended upper right canine tooth; he approached her; "Do not be afraid," he said to her, in the language of the Men; then he turned away, followed by two children; the small man, with, the twisted back, who had thrown the sticks had taken his sticks back to the hut; before he had done this he had erased his circle and lines, and thrown the stones into the brush; he was Hyena. Then, too, there was the tall, black-haired fellow, bronzed, in the brief skins, who had taken her captive, and muchly raped her, and brought her to the camp, as his bound prize; his name, she would learn, was Tree.
She gasped.
Two women stood beside him, a shorter woman, blond, and a taller woman, dark-haired. She saw the shorter blond women slip to her knees beside him, on his right side. There, kneeling by his right thigh, she took his leg in her hands, and, softly, began putting her lips to his leg. The darker woman rubbed her body against his, and began pressing her lips to his body. Then, too, she sank to her knees beside him, docile and delicate, holding his legs, kissing at him.
Brenda Hamilton, suspended by her wrists from the pole, could scarcely believe her eyes. How shameless they were! Yet there was something so open, so frank, so organic, so honest, so uninhibited, so ingenuously sensual and vital in their behavior that she found herself, in spite of herself, and her shock, indescribably thrilled. And then she was furious. She hated them! How shameless they were! And she knew that she, too, wanted to kneel beside him, as they did, competing for his attention.
"Get away from him," she wanted to cry. "I am his prize, not you!"
She had never seen a man such as he.
But she said nothing. She was silent.
To her fury, Tree turned away from her and went back among the huts, followed closely by the two females, holding to him, pressing themselves against him.
"I hate him," said Brenda Hamilton to herself.
She struggled, but could not free herself. The members of the group looked at her, curiously.
Then she hung again, quietly, wrists lashed apart over her head, helplessly.
Horror came into her eyes. She saw another face among the others. But it was not a human face. She cried out in fear, seeing Ugly Girl.
The members of the group turned to see at what she might have cried out.
Ugly Girl, frightened at seeing the eyes upon her, turned away, her head low on her shoulders, her dark hair like strings, her rounded shoulders cowering, and tried to shuffle away. She was naked and squat, thick legged, long armed. No ornaments had been given to her. Brenda Hamilton saw, startled, that her ankles were fastened together, about a foot apart, by a knotted rawhide strap. One of the children, the leader of the children, a blond girl, comely, one developing, one perhaps some fourteen years of age, one Brenda Hamilton would later learn was Butterfly, reached down to the strap on the ankles of the shambling girl and jerked back on it, throwing the girl to the dirt, and then she leaped over her and began to strike her, repeatedly, with her open hands. Four other children then, two boys and two girls, began to follow her lead. Ugly Girl rolled on the ground, covering her head and face with her arms, howling, and then, breaking away, followed, crept whimpering between the huts.
Brenda Hamilton felt sick. Never had she seen anything as repulsive as Ugly Girl.
She was horrid.
She found herself pleased that the strange girl, so horrifyingly ugly, was not of the group.
She would avoid her, continually. She made her sick.
She heard again the screams of Ugly Girl, now from between the huts. Then she saw the homely fellow, with the large tooth, still followed by children, go to drive the other children away from the squat, hideous creature. She heard him cry out angrily at the children, and heard their shrieks and protests; he must, too, judging from the cries, have struck one or two of them. Soon, the blond girl, and the other children, came back to the rack. The fellow with the tooth turned away, and went to the other side of the camp. He seemed angry. The two children still followed him.
Spear turned away from the rack. He nodded with his head toward the other set of poles, from which hung strips of meat. "The meat is almost dry," he said to Stone, and the others. "Tomorrow we will go for salt and flint, and then return to the shelters."
The men nodded.
Brenda Hamilton saw that the younger man, who resembled the leader, could not take his eyes from her body. She hung, wrists apart, frightened, scrutinized. Then she saw a blond girl, lovely, bare-breasted, with a necklace of shells and claws, hold him by the arm, trying to pull him away. He thrust her to one side. The girl looked at Brenda Hamilton with hatred. It was Flower. Then she approached the young man and knelt before him, and with her lips, began to touch her way upward along the interior of his thigh, timidly, and then she thrust her head up, under his skins. He laughed and seized her, and dragged her from the group, back between the huts, pulling her by the wrist, she, laughing, pretending to resist.
Flower, boldly, had won his attention away from the new slave.
Brenda Hamilton shuddered.
"Old Woman," said Spear.
Brenda Hamilton saw a hag emerge from the others. She was partly bent, white-haired. She wore skins covering her upper body as well as her lower body. There was much wrinkled skin about her eyes. The eyes, however, were sharp and bright, like those of a small bird.
She was the only one among the women who did not seem to fear the men, or show them deference.
Spear pointed to Brenda Hamilton.
"What do you think of Tree's catch?" he asked. "Can she bring children to the men?"
The old woman's hands were on Brenda Hamilton's hips. Brenda felt her thumbs, pressing into her flesh, feeling her body, measuring it. "Yes," said Old Woman, "she has good hips, wide hips. She can bring to the Men many children."
"Good," said Spear. His own woman, his first woman, Short Leg, had had only one child, and that had been delivered stillborn. Life in these times was precarious, and a good breeder, one who could bring many children to the group, was highly prized. Without such breeders groups died.
Brenda Hamilton felt the old woman's hands on her breasts.
She looked away, miserable.
Spear looked at Old Woman.
"When the time comes," said Old Woman, "she will not need Nurse."
Spear nodded. That was good. Some of the women in the group did not have enough milk, and there was already much work for Nurse.
It was important for a female, if possible, to give suck to her own young.
"It is too bad," said Spear, "that she does not kick well."
The old woman turned to Brenda Hamilton. "Is it true, my pretty," she asked, in the language of the M
en, "that you do not kick well?"
Brenda Hamilton looked at her blankly. Her shoulder hurt, where she had been thrown to the dirt by Tree. And, too, her wrists hurt from the thongs. She could scarcely move her fingers.
Old Woman repeated her question in the language of the Bear People, which she had never forgotten. Many years ago she had been purchased from the Bear People by Drawer, who had become Old Man, whom Spear had killed when he had gone blind. Old Woman had been fond of Old Man.
"You must learn to kick well, my pretty," cooed the old woman, kindly, to Brenda Hamilton.
Brenda Hamilton struggled, trying to escape the old woman's hands. But she could not do so. With her left arm, the .old woman held her still, and, with one finger, not entering her, very gently, on the side, tested her.
Brenda Hamilton hung miserably on the pole.
"Well?" asked Spear.
Old Woman removed her hands from Brenda Hamilton, and turned to face Spear.
"Her body is alive," said Old Woman. "I do not understand why she would not kick well."
Then she turned again to Brenda Hamilton, puzzled.
Brenda Hamilton looked at the other women standing about Never had she seen such women. They seemed vital, sensual alive, half animal. Their femaleness seemed one with their person, as much as a smell or a pigmentation. How different the men and women seemed, the men hard, strong, tall, the women so much smaller, so lusciously curved, so vital, sc shamelessly female.
These, of course, were women from before the agricultural revolution, before a man became bound to a strip of soil, and became obsessed with the ownership of his land, the authenticity of his paternity, the reliability and legitimacy of inheritances. These were times before a man owned, privately, his land, and his children and his women. The economic system was not yet such that, before effective birth-control procedures, it was desirable to inculcate frigidity in females, a property useful in the perpetuation and support of patriarchal monogamy. The cultural conditioning processes, abetted by religions, whose role was to support the institutions of the time, had not yet been turned to this end.
Brenda Hamilton, looking on the women of the Men, realized that they had not been taught to be ashamed of their bodies and needs.