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“Yes,” said Samos. He clapped his hands. Immediately the girl stood beautifully,
alert, before us, her arms high, wrists outward. The musicians, to one side, stirred,
readying themselves. Their leader was a czehar player.
“What is the nature of your information?” I asked.
“It is nothing definite,” he said.
“Perhaps it is not important,” I suggested.
“Perhaps not,” he admitted.
“Kurii, Others,” I said, “following the failure of the northern invasion of native
Kurii, halted in Torvaldsland, have been quiet, have they not?”
“Beware of a silent enemy,” said Samos. He looked at the girl. He clapped his
hands, sharply.
There was a clear note of the finger cymbals, sharp, deliberate, bright, and the
slave girl danced before us.
I regarded the coins threaded, overlapping, on her belt and halter. They took the
firelight beautifully. They glinted, but were of small worth. One dresses such a
woman in cheap coins; she is slave. Her hand moved to the veil at her right hip.
Her head was turned away, as though unwilling and reluctant, yet knowing she
must obey.
“Come with me,” said Samos.
I swilled down the last swallow of a goblet of paga.
He grinned at me. “You may have her later,” he said. “She will dance from time to
time during the evening.”
Samos stepped from behind the low tables. He nodded his head to cup
companions, trusted men. Two briefly clad, lovely female slaves withdrew before
him, kneeling, heads down, their serving vessels in their hands.

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 10 Tribesmen of Gor


To one side, stripped, bound tightly in black leather, hand and foot, straps crossing
between her breasts and circling her thighs, to which her wrists were secured, in
buckled cuffs, knelt a whitish-skinned girl, blond, frightened. Her shoulders, like
those of most females of Earth, were tight, tense. The tone of her body, like that of
most Earth women, was rigid, defensive. Like most others she had been
acculterated in a thousand subtle ways to minimize, to conceal and deny the
natural, organic sweetnesses of her musculature and structure, conditioned into a
dignified, formal physical neutership, the stiffness, reserve and tightness so much
approved of in females in a mechanistic, industrial, technological society, in which
machines govern and present the symbols and paradigms of movement,
understood as repetition, measure, regularity, precision and function. Human
beings move differently in a technological society than in a non-technological
society; they hold their bodies differently; a man or woman’s acculturation is
visible in their demeanor. Few people understand this; most view as natural
motions and body positions, which are the consequences of a subconsciously
conditioned, mechanistic ballet, a choreography of puppets, imitating the models,
the stridences, in which they find themselves enmeshed. Yet, somewhere beneath
the conditioned behavior lies the animal, which moved naturally before there was
a civilization to teach it the proprieties of mechanism. It is little wonder that the
Earth human, when unobserved, even the adult, sometimes throws itself on the