Assassin of Gor coc-5

by John Norman

  "Put her back in the kennel," said Ho-Tu.

  "Will you not remove the bracelets from her?" I asked.

  "No," said Ho-Tu, "that way she will not be able to rid herself of the gruel."

  The second girl had been watching what had gone on. Ho-Tu, with his foot, kicked her gruel pan toward her, which slid under the bars of the gate. She lifted it to her lips and began to eat, trembling.

  The last girl on the second row might have been Greek. She was quite beautiful. She sat with her chin on her knees, looking at us.

  We began to go up to the third level. "They seem very quiet," I observed.

  "We permit them," said Flaminius, deigning to offer a bit of explanation, "five Ahn of varied responses, depending on when they recover from the frobicain injection. Mostly this takes the form of hysterical weeping, threats, demands for explanation, screaming and such. They will also be allowed to express their distress for certain periods of stated times in the future."

  "It is important for them," added Ho-Tu, "from time to time to be able to cry and scream."

  "But this is now a silent period, it seems," I said.

  "Yes," said Ho-Tu, "until tomorrow morning at the fifth bar."

  "But what if they are not silent?" I asked.

  "They would be lashed," said Ho-Tu.

  "It has only been necessary to lift the whip," said the guard. "They do not speak the language, but they are not fools. They understand."

  "Each girl in her processing," said Ho-Tu, "after her fingerprinting, is given five strokes of the lash, that she may feel it and know what it means. After that, to ensure prompt obedience, it is commonly enough to merely move one's hand toward the leather."

  "I imagine," I said, "they can understand very little of what has happened to them."

  "Of course not," said Flaminius. "Right now several of them doubtless believe they have gone insane."

  "Do you lose many girls to madness?" I asked.

  "Surprisingly," said Flaminius, "no."

  "Why is that?" I asked.

  "It probably has much to do with the selection of the girls, who tend to be strong, intelligent and imaginative. The imagination is important, that they can comprehend the enormity of what has occurred to them."

  "How could you convince them they are not insane?" I asked.

  Flaminius laughed. "We explain what has happened to them. They are intelligent, they have imagination, they will have understood the possibility before, though not considering it seriously, and will, in time, accept the reality."

  "How can you explain to them?" I asked. "They do not speak Gorean?"

  "There is no girl here," said Flaminius, "for whom there is not at least one member of our staff who can speak their language."

  I looked at him, bewildered.

  "Surely," said Flaminius, "you do not think we lack men who are familiar with the world from which these slaves have been brought. We have men of their world in the House and men of our world on their planet."

  I said nothing.

  "I myself," said Flaminius, "have visited their world and speak one of its languages."

  I looked at him.

  "It is called English," he said.

  "Oh," I said.

  We had now paused before the two last cages on the right side of the third tier. There was a black girl in each of them, both beautiful. One was sullen and quiet, sitting hunched over in the back of the kennel; the other was curled on the floor, crying softly. We continued on down the walkway until we came to the third cell from the left side of the tier.

  "Why is this girl's hands braceleted through the bars?" asked Ho-Tu.

  "The guard," said Flaminius, "liked her. He wanted to look on her face."

  Ho-Tu, holding the torch close, lifted the girl's head. She stared at him, her eyes glazed. She was quite beautiful. Italian, I supposed.

  He dropped her head. "Yes," said Ho-Tu. "She is superb."

  We then climbed up the stairs to the fourth level.

  When Ho-Tu held his torch to the third cell from the end, above that of the girl below, the Italian, the girl inside cried out and scrambled to the back of the cage, weeping, pressing herself against the cement, scratching at it. I could see the marks of the lash on her back. She was a short girl, dark-haired. I would have guessed French or Belgian.

  "This one," said Flaminius, "started to go into shock. That can be quite serious. We lashed her that she would feel, that she would come alive under the lash, come to her senses in the pain."

  I looked into the cage. The girl was terrified, and doubtless in pain, but certainly she was not in shock.

  "Sometimes," said Flaminius, "shock cannot be so easily prevented. Indeed, sometimes the lash itself drives the girl into shock. Then sedations and drugs are called for. This lot, however, has been excellent."

  "Have you prepared the initial papers on them?" asked Ho-Tu.

  "Yes," said Flaminius.

  "How many are white silk?" asked Ho-Tu.

  "Six," said Flaminius.

  "So many?" asked Ho-Tu.

  "Yes," said Flaminius.

  "Good," said Ho-Tu. The Master Keeper turned to me. "The two last girls," said he, gesturing with his head to the last two cages on the fourth level, "will be of interest to you."

  "Why is that?" I asked.

  "They have been selected to train with the girl Vella, who keeps your quarters."

  We went to the last two cages on the tier. Flaminius turned to us. "I can communicate with these two," he said.

  Ho-Tu lifted the torch closer to the two cages.

  "Slaves," said Flaminius. He spoke in English.

  The two girls lifted their eyes to him startled. "You speak English," said one of them, slowly, staring at him, dumbfounded. The other scrambled to the bars, thrusting her hands through. "Help us!" she cried. "Help us!" Then the first girl, too, knelt at the bars, putting her hands through. "Please!" she wept. "Please! Please!"

  Flaminius stood back, expressionlessly accepting their supplications.

  Then they knelt there, holding the bars, their faces stained with tears. "Please," whispered the one on the left, "Please."

  "You are slaves," said Flaminius, again in English.

  They shook their heads. Both, I noted, were, like Elizabeth, dark-haired. I suspected they had been chosen to train with her, at least in part, in order that they might form a matched set. The girl on the left had her hair cut rather short; the slavers would, in all probability, not permit her to continue to wear her hair in that fashion; her face was delicate, fragile, rather thin and intellectual; her body was thin; I expected her new masters would put some weight on her; her eyes were gray; the thin face was marked with several blemishes; the other girl was perhaps an inch or so shorter, though it was difficult to tell; she was more full-bodied than the first girl but not excessively so; she had fair, exciting shoulders, a good belly and wide, sweet, well-turned hips; her hair had been cut at the shoulders; her eyes, like Elizabeth's, were brown; the second girl, I supposed, if sold separately, might bring a somewhat higher price than the first. I found both extremely attractive, however.

  Flaminius turned to Ho-Tu and the rest of us. "I have just told them," he said, in Gorean, "that they are slaves."

  The girl on the left, the thinner one with the blemishes, spoke. "I am not a slave," she said.

  Flaminius turned to us again. "She has just denied that she is a slave," he told us.

  The guard with us laughed.

  Tears sprang into the girl's eyes. "Please!" she said.

  "You are mad!" said the second girl. "All of you are mad!"

  "What is your name?" asked Flaminius of the first girl.

  "Virginia," said the first girl. "Virginia Kent."

  "Where are we!" demanded the second girl. "I demand that you release us! I demand an explanation! Get us out of here immediately! Hurry! Hurry, I tell you!"

  Flaminius paid the second girl no attention. "Eat your gruel, Virginia," said he, soothingly,
to the first girl.

  "What are you going to do with us?" asked the first girl.

  "Eat," said Flaminius, kindly.

  "Let us out!" cried the second girl, shaking the bars. "Let us out!"

  Virginia Kent picked up the gruel pan and put it to her lips, taking some of the stuff.

  "Let us out!" cried the second girl.

  "Now drink," said Flaminius.

  Virginia lifted the pan of water, and took a sip. The pan was battered, tin, rusted.

  "Let us out!" cried the second girl yet again.

  "What is your name?" asked Flaminius of the second girl, very gently.

  "You are mad!" cried the girl. "Let us out!" She shook the bars.

  "What is your name?" repeated Flaminius.

  "Phyllis Robertson," said the girl angrily.

  "Eat your gruel, Phyllis," said Flaminius. "It will make you feel better."

  "Let me out!" she cried.

  Flaminius gestured to the guard and he, with his club, suddenly struck the bars in front of Phyllis Robertson's face and she screamed and darted back in the cage, where she crouched away from the bars, tears in her eyes.

  "Eat your gruel," said Flaminius.

  "No," she said. "No!"

  "Does Phyllis remember the lash?" asked Flaminius.

  The girl's eyes widened with fear. "Yes," she said.

  "Then say so," said Flaminius.

  I whispered in Gorean to Ho-Tu, as though I could not understand what was transpiring. "What is he doing with them?"

  Ho-Tu shrugged. "He is teaching them they are slaves," he said.

  "I remember the lash," said Phyllis.

  "Phyllis remembers the lash," corrected Flaminius.

  "I am not a child!" she cried.

  "You are a slave," said Flaminius.

  "No," she said. "No!"

  "I see," said Flaminius, sadly, "it will be necessary to beat you."

  "Phyllis remembers the lash," said the girl numbly.

  "Excellent," said Flaminius. "Phyllis will be good. Phyllis will eat her gruel. Phyllis will drink her water."

  She looked at him with hatred.

  His eyes met hers and they conquered. She dropped her head, turning it to one side. "Phyllis will be good," she said. "Phyllis will eat her gruel. Phyllis will drink her water."

  "Excellent," commended Flaminius.

  We watched as the girl lifted first the gruel pan and then the water pan to her lips, tasting the gruel, taking a swallow of the water.

  She looked at us with tears in her eyes.

  "What are you going to do with us?" asked the first girl.

  "As you probably have suspected, noting the difference in gravitational field," said Flaminius, "this is not Earth." He regarded them evenly. "This is the Counter-Earth," he said. "This is the planet Gor."

  "There is no such place!" cried Phyllis.

  Flaminius smiled. "You have heard of it?" he asked.

  "It is only in books!" cried Phyllis. "It is an invention!"

  "This is Gor," said Flaminius.

  Virginia gasped, drawing back.

  "You have heard, as many others," he asked, "of the Counter-Earth?"

  "It is only in stories," she said.

  Flaminius laughed.

  "I read of Gor," said Virginia. "It seemed to me very real."

  Flaminius smiled. "In the books of Tarl Cabot you have read of this world."

  "They are only stories," said Phyllis numbly.

  "There will be no more such stories," said Flaminius.

  Virginia looked at him, her eyes wide.

  "Tarl Cabot," said he, "was slain in Ko-ro-ba." Flaminius indicated me. "This is Kuurus, who for gold seeks his killer."

  "He wears black," said Virginia.

  "Of course," said Flaminius.

  "You're all mad!" said Phyllis.

  "He is of the Caste of Assassins," said Flaminius.

  Phyllis screamed and held her head in her hands.

  "This is Gor," said Virginia. "Gor."

  "Why have we been brought here?" asked Phyllis.

  "Strong men," said Flaminius, "have always, even in the course of your own planet's history, taken the females of weaker men for their slaves."

  "We are not slaves," said Virginia numbly.

  "You are the females of weaker men," said Flaminius, "the men of Earth." He looked at her intently. "We are the stronger," he said. "We have power. We have ships which can traverse space to Earth. We will conquer Earth. It belongs to us. When we wish we bring Earthlings to Gor as our slaves, as was done with you. Earth is a slave world. You are natural slaves. It is important for you to understand that you are natural slaves, that you are inferior, that it is natural and right that you should be the slaves of the men of Gor."

  "We are not slaves," said Phyllis.

  "Virginia," said Flaminius. "Is what I say not true? Is it not true that the women of weaker, conquered men, if permitted to live, have been kept only as the slaves of the conquerors, permitted to live only that they may serve the pleasures of victorious masters?"

  "I teach classics and ancient history," said Virginia, scarcely whispering. "It is true that in much of the history of the Earth the sort of thing you say was done."

  "Does it not seem natural?" asked Flaminius.

  "Please," she whispered, "let us go."

  "You are upset," said Flaminius, "because you deemed yourself superior. Now you find yourself in the position of the female of weaker men, taken as slave." He laughed. "How does it feel?" he asked. "To suddenly understand that you are a natural slave?"

  "Please," said Virginia.

  "Do not torture her so!" cried Phyllis.

  Flaminius turned to Phyllis. "What is the band of steel locked on your left ankle?" he asked.

  "I don't know," stammered Phyllis.

  "It is the anklet of a slave," said Flaminius. Then he turned again to Virginia, putting his face close to the bars, speaking as though confidentially.

  "You are intelligent," he said. "You must know two of the ancient languages of Earth. You are learned. You have studied the history of your world. You have attended important schools. You are perhaps even brilliant."

  Virginia looked at him hopelessly.

  "Have you not noticed," asked Flaminius, "the men of this world? Do they seem like those of Earth to you?" He pointed to the guard, who was a tall, strong fellow, rather hard-looking. "Does he seem like a man of Earth to you?"

  "No," she whispered.

  "What in all your femaleness do you sense of the men of this world?" asked Flaminius.

  "They are men," she said, in a whisper.

  "Unlike those of Earth?" asked Flaminius.

  "Yes," said Virginia, "unlike them."

  "They are true men, are they not?" asked Flaminius.

  "Yes," she said, looking down, confused, "they are true men."

  It was interesting to me that Virginia Kent, as a woman, was apparently intensely aware of certain differences between Gorean men and the men of Earth. I suspected that these differences clearly existed, but I would not, as Flaminius seemed to wish, have interpreted these differences as suggesting an inferiority of Earth stock. After all, Gorean males were surely, at one time at any rate, of the same stock as the men of Earth. The differences were surely primarily cultural and not physical or mental. I do think, of course, that the Gorean population tends to be more physically fit and mentally acute than that of Earth, but I would rate then provisionally rather than essentially superior in these respects; for example, Goreans live much out of doors and, as a very natural thing, celebrate the beauty of a healthy, attractive body; further, Goreans tend to come from intelligent, healthy stock, for such was brought over many generations to this world by the Priest-Kings' Voyages of Acquisition, curtailed now, as far as I knew, following the Nest War.

  The primary differences, I suspect, to which Virginia Kent was reacting, were subtle and psychological. The male of Earth is conditioned to be more timid, vacillating and repre
ssed than the males of Gor; to be subject, to achieve social controls, to guilts and anxieties that would be as incomprehensible to the Gorean male as a guilt over having spoken to one's father-in-law's sister would be to most of the men of Earth. Moreover, the Gorean culture tends, for better or worse, to be male oriented and male dominated, and in such a culture men naturally look on women much differently than they do in a consumer-oriented, women-dominated culture, one informed by an ethos of substantially feminine values; the women then, in coming to Gor, would naturally sense that they are looked on differently, and it was not improbable to suppose that something in them, submerged and primitive, would tend to respond to this.

  "In the presence of such a man," said Flaminius, indicating the guard, "how do you sense yourself?"

  "Female," she said, looking down and away.

  Flaminius put his hand through the bars, his fingers gently touching her chin and throat as she looked away. Her body tensed, but she did not move. Her cheek was pressed against the bars.

  "You wear on your left ankle," said Flaminius, "a locked band of steel."

  The girl tried to move her head but could not. A tear coursed down her right cheek, running against the bar.

  "What is it?" asked Flaminius.

  "It is the anklet of a slave," she said, not facing him.

  He turned her head to him. Her eyes, wide with tears, faced his. She regarded him, herself held. "Pretty slave," he said.

  "Yes," she said.

  "Yes what?" he asked, kindly.

  "Yes," she said, "-Master." Then suddenly she cried out and broke free and knelt in the back of the kennel, her face in her hands, weeping.

  Flaminius laughed.

  "You beast!" cried out the second girl. "You beast!"

  Flaminius suddenly reached into the cage and, taking the girl by the wrists, jerked her against the bars, painfully so, holding her at arm's length cruelly against them. "Please," she wept.

  "From the time you were first anesthetized and hooded," said Flaminius, "you had but one purpose in life-to give pleasure to men."

  "Please," she wept, "please."

  "Bracelets," said Flaminius, in Gorean, to the guard, who produced a set of bracelets.

  Flaminius then locked one on the girl's right wrist and then, her arms through the bars, bent her arms back, put the other bracelet around one of the bars in the gate, above the horizontal bar at the top of the gate, and, on the outside of the gate, about her other wrist, the left, snapped shut the second bracelet, so that her hands were now braceleted outside the gate, at its top, that she might be, on the inside, held cruelly against the bars. "Please," she wept, "Please."