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the beads of a necklace.
That Half-Ear had come to Gor was taken by Samos and Priest-Kings as evidence that the invasion
was imminent.
Perhaps even now the ships of Kurii flamed toward Gor, as purposeful and silent as sharks in the
waters of space's night.
But I did not think so.
I did not think the invasion was imminent.
It was my surmise that the Kur, it called Half-Ear, had come to prepare the way for the invasion.
He had come to make smooth the path, to ready the sands of Gor for the keels of the steel ships.
He must be stopped.
Should he discover the weakness of the Priest-Kings, or construct a depot adequate to fuel, to
shield and supply the beaching ships, there seemed little reason to suppose the invasion would not
prove successful.


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Half-Ear was now upon the surface of Gor.
"He is now among us," had said Samos.
The Kurii moved now, at last, with dispatch and menace. Half-Ear had come to Gor.
But where was he!
I almost cried with anger, my fists clenched. We did not know where he might be.
There was no clue.
The slave at my feet stirred, but did not awaken.
I rose on one elbow and looked down at her. How incredibly beautiful and soft she seemed; she was
curled in the furs; she was half covered by them; I lifted them away, that I might see her fully;
she stirred; her hands moved a bit on the furs; she drew her legs up; she reached as though to
pull the furs more about her but her hands did not find them; she drew her legs up a bit more and
snuggled down in the furs; there is perhaps nothing in the world as beautiful as a naked slave
girl; a heavy iron collar, with chain, was locked on her throat; the chain ran from a ring fixed
in the bottom of the great couch, circular, and some twenty feet wide, around the circumference of
the couch to the right and was lifted and coiled to one side, on the left. Her skin, she was very
fair-skinned and dark-pelted, seemed very soft and reddish, subtly so, glowingly so, vulnerably
so, in the light of the tiny perforated lamp. I found her incredibly beautiful. Her hair, dark and
lovely, half covered the heavy collar that encircled her neck. I looked at her. How beautiful she
was. And I owned her. What man does not want to own a beautiful woman?
She stirred, and reached again for the furs, chilled. I took her by the arm and drew her beside
me, roughly, and threw her on her back. She opened her eyes suddenly, startled, half crying out.
"Master!" she gasped. Then I had her swiftly. "Master! Master!" she whispered, clutching me. Then
I was finished with her. "Master," she whispered. "I love you. I love you." One has a slave girl
when and as one wishes.
She held me closely, pressing her cheek against my chest.
Sex is an implement which may be used in controlling a slave girl. It is as useful as chains and
the whip.
"I love you," she whispered.
Sex in a woman, I think, is a more complicated phenomenon than it is in a man. She, if properly
treated, and by properly treated I do not mean treated with courtesy and gentleness, but rather
correctly treated, as her nature craves, is even more helplessly in the grasp of its power than a
man. Sex in a woman is a very subtle and profound thing; she is capable of deep and sustained