Renegades of Gor (33 page)

aperture.

“See?” asked the warder, whispering. “There is much more food there than usual,

and meat!”

Lady Claudia looked down at the pan, in the dim light.

“Spread your knees!” suddenly hissed the warder.

Lady Claudia, startled, frightened, did so.

“There now,” said the warder, amusement in her voice, “that is like the slave

girl you are!”

Lady Claudia, interestingly, made no move to draw her knees back together.

Rather she knelt there in that profoundly meaningful, indicative and vulnerable

position, looking up at the warder. The food pan, which for once seemed amply

filled, was before her, now almost as though framed between her knees.

“You and I know that you are really a slave, don’t we?” asked the warder. “But

we will not tell the men, will we?”

Lady Claudia said nothing.

“Do you know why you are fed so heartily?” she asked.

“It is a kindness to me,” she said.

“No,” laughed the warder. “It is to build up your strength so that you will

squirm well on the impaling spear.”

Lady Claudia looked at her, doubtless with horror.

“We want you to put on a good show for your Cosian friends,” said the warder.

“You may even last two or three Ahn.”

Lady Claudia shuddered. In such an impalement, the female is usually simply set

upon the spear. It is not necessary to bind them, straightened, they cannot

reach the spear nor obtain any leverage for removing themselves from it. They

are held upon it, helplessly, by their own weight. (pg.224) Usually such a fate

is visited only upon a free woman. It is thought that it gives them time to

consider and repent their ways. A slave girl, on the other hand, would be more

likely, like meat, to be thrown to sleen.

“I heard them talking,” said the warder. “They are going to come for you before

noon, too. Perhaps they will come as soon as it is well light. I do not know,

nor do you. Do you have six Ahn, or three, or two? Tremble within your cell,

waiting to hear them come for you! When you hear the small sounds outside the

door you will know they are here. When you see the door open you will know they

have come for you! Eat well, naked spy!” The observation panel then slid shut

with a click. I also heard the small latch drop into place, securing it, so that

it could not be opened from the inside.

“They are going to come for me before noon,” she had whispered, having crawled

to my side.

“I know. I heard,” I had told her.

“I wanted to bid you farewell,” she said.

“Bring me the food,” I said.

“Of course,” she said, bitterly.

She turned about and crawled back toward the center of the cell where, feeling

about, she located the pan of food. She then lifted it and rose up, and came

back, slowly, feeling her way with her feet, through the straw.

“Why will they not wait at least until noon?” she asked, in misery.

“It is a good sign,” I said. “It is a very good sign.” I did not explain this to

her, but from so small a detail I gathered some estimate of the straits of the

defenders, and the numbers and positions of the Cosians, and the menace of their

engines.

“I do not understand,” she said.

“We are on the cityside of the citadel, are we not?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. Even had we been brought to the cell blindfolded, there would

have been no difficulty in making this determination. It was clear in the

patterns of sunlight in the cell, that the cell faced south, the city. Too, even

more obviously, we could hear the sounds of the city, and not of the harbor.

Indeed, of late, we had even heard the sounds of (pg.225) collapsed buildings,

some of them perhaps within a hundred yards of us.

“That is it,” I said.

“I do not understand,” she said.

“It is possible that you will soon be in greater danger from Cosians than from

your compatriots of Ar’s Station.”

“You’re joking,” she said.

“That is why they will not be waiting until noon.”

“I do not understand,” she said.

“I do not even know if the citadel can stand until noon.”

“That is absurd,” she said. “It is impregnable.”

“No,” I said. “The defenders are worn and half starved. The buildings about the

citadel have been brought down. The engines can fire at almost point-blank

range. All the might of Cos in the north will be focused on this one small

point, the citadel.”

“What will happen?” she asked.

“The women and children will already have been moved to the harbor side of the

citadel,” I said.

“What will happen!” she cried.

“The citadel will be taken,” I said. “Cosians will enter, with fire and wood.

The noncombatants, the able-bodied men, the soldiers, the garrison, what’s left

of it, will then be forced to withdraw to the wharves and piers. Then they will

be driven from them. I fear there will be great slaughter in and about the

harbor. Perhaps few will escape.”

“Surely terms will be sought,” she said.

“The Cosians have waited long for Ar’s Station,” I said. “Doubtless they never

guessed for resistance they would meet. They have lost many men. Their patience

is at an end.”

“It is my fault,” she said. “Better that I had been what I rightfully should

have been, a slave girl.”

“It is not your fault,” I said. “I doubt that your pittance of treachery made

any difference whatsoever. It is the fault of Ar.”

“But I am guilty,” she said.

“Yes,” I said, “and for your crime perhaps a reduction to bondage would be

fitting. Too, given what you are, I think that such a fate would be quite

appropriate for you.”

“It is true,” she whispered, “__Master.”

(pg.226) I then turned my attention to the pan of food. “There is much food

here,” I said, “and meat. I doubt that even those at the central crenels, those

on the towers, those defending the gate itself, feed as well this morning.”

“But you are only putting it to your lips,” she said.

“I am tasting it,” I said.

“Why?” she asked.

“It seems good,” I said.

“What is your concern?” she asked.

“It is nothing,” I said.

“What?” she asked.

“I thought they might have entered something into the food,” I said, “in

kindness, a painkiller, something with an analgesic effect, to ease your pain.”

“If they have,” she said, “I would appreciate a little food.”

“But they have not,” I said. “Apparently it is true, as our charming warder told

you, that they want you to squirm well on the spear.”

She shuddered.

“They see no reason in encouraging espionage,” I said.

“No,” she whispered.

I then fed lustily. Strength flooded into my body. I had not eaten so well for

days. Too, I had the girl, in effect, my girl, bring me water.”

“That was good,” I said.

“How is it that you can eat at a time like this?” she asked.

“You must keep up your hope,” I said.

“I am a naked female,” she said. “Men can do with me what they want.”

“True,” I said, “but it may not be the case that every man wants to do exactly

the same thing to you at exactly the same time.”

“I suppose not,” she said.

“And therein lies your hope,” I said.

“What hope have I,” she asked, “other than they might put me on the spear a

little later, rather than a little sooner?”

“I think you have more than you know,” I said.

“How?” she asked.

“You have unexpected allies,” I said.

“Who?” she asked.

(pg.227) “Outside,” I said, “Cosians.”

“How can they help?” she asked.

“Perhaps they can’t,” I said. “It is only a possibility.”

“I think it is near dawn now,” she whispered. There seemed a narrow fringe of

lightness in the darkness, at the edge of the high window. We looked up at it.

We could not reach the window, even if she were to stand on my shoulders.

“I think you are right,” I said.

“Oh!” she cried, startled, and threw herself into my arms. She looked up at me,

wildly, frightened.

“It is the trumpets,” I said. “They signal the attack.”

There were answering trumpets from the walls.

There had been a great, ringing blare of trumpets from outside, perhaps hundreds

of them. The response from the wall, in comparison, brace though it might have

been, had seemed frail, indeed. When the trumpets had rung out there had been,

too, from before the citadel, raised the war cries of thousands of men. These

cried, too, had been answered., by a ragged cheer from the walls. She looked up

at me, half kneeling, half lying in my arms, in the darkness of the cell. A

naked woman feels good in one’s arms. I wished I owned her. They feel even

better when you own them, and they know you own them.

We then heard a dull impact, from a distance.

“What is that?” she asked, alarmed.

There were then two more sounds, much like the first.

“Come here,” I said, and pulled her, on her side to the outside wall, and lay in

the straw on the floor there. It is safer there, where the floor, like a

buttress, reinforces the wall. You are safer there, too, from showering stone,

bursting inward.

“It is the artillery,” she said.

“Yes,” I said.

We could hear, too, from time to time, the sound of the kick and rattle, and

vibration of cordage, of a catapult above us, on the walls. They are often roped

down. Otherwise they can radically change their position, spinning half about,

or even, literally, flinging themselves back off the walkway. They are easier to

manage on softer surfaces, where the wheels can be dug in.

“You are covering my body with your own,” she said.

(pg.228) “Be quiet,” I whispered to her.

“You are protecting me,” she said. “You are sheltering me. You are a true

gentleman! You pretend not to be, but you are a true gentleman! Oh! No! What are

you doing? I am on my belly! Only a slave is had in this position! No! Oh! Oh!”

“Do you think I am a gentleman?” I inquired.

“No,” she said.

“What am I then?” I asked.

“My master,” she said.

“But you are a free woman,” I reminded her.

“Yes,” she wept. “I am a free woman.”

I continued then, for a time, to shelter her body. I was please that I was now

more relaxed. I had enjoyed myself, but, too, my use of her, and as one might

make use of a slave for such a purpose, had been a calculated one, to combat the

waiting, the fear, the worry, the anticipation, the expectation, spread over

Ahn. That sort of thing can gnaw at you. There is an optimum point for readiness

and action. It was at that point that I wished to be when the door opened. We

heard, more and more frequently, the impact of stones about us. Two assaults

were forced back from the walls. When it grew lighter, and I feared they might

soon come for her. I left her at the outside wall, and went to my former place

in the straw, and lay there. The food pan I put back, a few feet before the

door, where it could be seen through the observation panel. Its contents were

now gone. I myself lay in the straw, perhaps too weak to move.

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We Leave the Cell

(pg.229) “Come, come, little vulo,” said the man, “do not be shy.” He beckoned,

coaxingly, to Lady Claudia, who was still near the outside wall, crouching there

now, in the straw, numb with fear. I did not even know if she could stand. In

his left hand he carried several coils of rope, and a leash and collar. She

regarded him with horror. “Come, come,” he said, advancing past me, lying in the

straw. There were two others, with set crossbows, in their hands, standing

within the cell, rather to the right of the door, a one would face it from the

inside. At the door stood our warder.

I did not think the fellow with the rope really wanted to approach the far wall,

the outside wall, or weather wall, too closely. From time to time we could hear,

and sometimes feel, through the floor, the impact of the Cosian projectiles, the

great stones, some of which would weigh a thousand pounds or more, flung by

mighty catapults, some the size of houses. We could hear, too, as though far

off, the rhythmical shock of the battering ram at the gate, where men toiled at

the hundred ropes, beneath the long shedlike roof which protected them and the

ram.

“We do not want to stay here too long,” said the warder to the fellow with the

rope. “It is dangerous on this side. Hurry!”

“Come here,” said the fellow to Lady Claudia. “Kneel here, straightly, up, off

your heels, yours arms at your sides.”

(pg.230) “Please!” begged Lady Claudia.

“Hurry!” snapped the warder.

I think the fellow did not much care to be the object of adjurations by such as

the warder. I think he would have preferred to have found her not in a position

of authority, small though her authority might be, but rather in a position more

fitting for her, one more appropriate, too, to her sex and nature, say, naked on

her belly, at his feet, subject to his kicks and whips. He said nothing,

however. Rather, angrily, summoning up his courage, he went quickly to the Lady

Claudia, seized her by the scrub of her hair and drew here, she half crawling,

half being dragged, to the center of the cell, and knelt her there, in the

position he had specified.