“Bracelets!” snapped
Ho-Sorl suddenly, and Phyllis flung her wrists behind her back, threw back
her head and turned it to one side, the instantaneous response of a
trained girl.
Ho-Sorl laughed.
Tears appeared in Phyllis’ eyes. Her response, automatic, unthinking, had
been that of a trained animal. Before she could recover, Ho-sorl had
snapped the bracelets on her. He then said, “Leash,” and she looked at him
angrily, then lifted her chin. He snapped the leash on her collar.
Meanwhile Virginia had turned her back to Relius, extending her wrists,
and he had put bracelets on her; then she turned and faced him, her head
still down. “Leash,” said he, quietly. She lifted her head, the chin
delicately high. There was a metallic snap and Virginia Kent, the slave
girl, had been leashed by Relius, guard in the House of Cernus, Slaver of
Ar.
“Do you want leash and bracelets for her?” asked Sura, pointing to
Elizabeth.
“Oh yes,” I said. “Yes, of course.”
They were brought. Elizabeth glared at me while I braceleted her, and
leashed her. Then, together, we left the House of Cernus, leading our
girls.
Outside the House of Cernus, and around the first corner, I took the
bracelets and leash from Elizabeth.
“Why did you do that?” asked Ho-Sorl.
“She will be more comfortable,” I said. “Besides,” I said, “she is only
Red Silk.”
“He is probably not afraid of her,” said Phyllis pointedly.
“I do not understand,” said Ho-Sorl.
“You may remove the bracelets from me,” said Phyllis. “I will not attack
you,” Phyllis turned about and held her braceleted hands to Ho-Sorl, her
head irritably in the air.
“Well,” said Ho-Sorl. “I would certainly not want to be attacked.”
Phyllis stamped her foot.
Relius was looking at Virginia, and with his hand he lifted her chin, and
for the first time, she met his eyes, with her deep gray, timid eyes. “If
I remove the bracelets from you,” said Relius, “you will not attempt to
escape, will you?”
“No,” she said, softly, “Master.”
In an instant her bracelets had been removed. “Thank you,” said she,
“Master.” The Gorean slave girl addresses all free men as “Master” and all
free women as “Mistress.”
Relius looked deeply into her eyes, and she dropped her head.
“Pretty slave,” he said.
Without looking up, she smiled. “Handsome Master,” she said.
I was startled. That seemed rather bold for the timid Virginia Kent.
Relius laughed and set off down the street, giving Virginia a tug that
almost pulled her off her feet, and she stumbled and caught up with him,
then remembered herself, and followed him, head down, two paces behind,
but he gave her another tug and took up the slack in her leash, so that
she must walk at his side, and she did so, barefoot, beautiful, and, I
think, happy.
Ho-Sorl was speaking to Phyllis. “I will take off the bracelets, but in
order that you may attack me if you wish. That might be amusing.”
The bracelets were removed from Phyllis. She rubbed her wrists and
stretched in the leash.
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“Bracelets,” he said.
She looked at him, with hatred.
“Bracelets,” he snapped.
She put her head in the air and placed her hands behind her back.
Marlenus locked bracelets on her. They were slave bracelets.
“Have you no heavier chains?” she asked.
“Free yourself,” said Marlenus.
The girl struggled, helplessly. In the end she was, of course, as
perfectly secured as before.
“They are slave bracelets,” said Marlenus. “They are quite adequate to
hold a woman.”
She looked at him with hatred.
“And you, my pretty,” said Marlenus, “are a woman.”
Verna shook with fury, and turned her head away.
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“Bracelets!” I said in
Gorean, harshly.
The girl snapped to position, hands behind the small of her back, head
lifted, chin up, turned to the left. In such a posture she may be
conveniently put in bracelets, and leashed.
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