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.We fought off three groups of raiders from the camp on the river, two ofthem small, undisciplined contingents of mounted warriors, but the other alightning strike of a dozen tarnsmen on the weapons wagon.They withdrew ingood order, driven off by our crossbows, and couldn't have gotten much.I saw Mintar again, the first time since I had joined the caravan.Hispalanquin swayed past.His face was sweating, and he fumbled in his heavywallet, taking out tarn disks and tossing them to the warriors for their work.I snapped a tarn disk from the air and put it in my pouch.That night we brought the caravan into the palisaded keep prepared for Mintarby Pa-Kur, theMaster Assassin, who was the Ubar of this vast, scarcely organized, predatoryPage 61 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhorde.The caravan was secured, and in a few hours trade would begin.Thecaravan, with its varied goods, was needed by the camp, and its merchandisewould command the highest prices.I noted with satisfaction thatPa-Kur, Master Assassin; proud leader of perhaps the greatest horde everassembled on the plains of Gor, had need of Mintar, who was only of theMerchant Caste.My plan, as I explained to Talena, was simple.It amounted to little more thanbuying a tarp, if Icould afford it, or stealing one if I could not, and making a run forKo-ro-ba.The venture might be risky, particularly if I had to steal the tarnand elude pursuit, but, all things considered, an escape on tarnback seemed tome far safer than trying to cross the Vosk and make our way on foot ortharlarion through the hills and wilderness to the distant cylinders ofKo-ro-ba.Talena seemed depressed, in odd contrast to her liveliness of the caravandays."What will become of me in Ko-ro-ba?" she asked."I don't know," I said, smiling."Perhaps you could be a tavern slave."She smiled wryly."No, Tarl of Bristol," she said."More likely I would beimpaled, for I am still the daughter of Marlenus."I did not tell her, but if that was decreed to be her fate and I could notprevent it, I knew she would not be impaled alone.There would be two bodieson the walls of Ko-ro-ba.I would not live without her.Talena stood up."Tonight," she said, "let us drink wine." It was a Goreanexpression, a fatalistic maxim in which the events of the morrow were castinto the laps of the Priest-Kings."Let us drink wine," I agreed.That night I took Talena into the City of Tents, and by the light of torchesset on lances we walked arm in arm through the crowded streets, among thecolorful tents and market stalls.Not only warriors were in evidence, but tradesmen and artisans, peddlers andpeasants, camp women and slaves.Talena clung to my arm, fascinated.Wewatched in one stall a bronzed giant apparentlyfile:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Tarnsman%20of%20Gor.txt (58 of 98) [1/20/033:36:22 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Tarnsman%20of%20Gor.txt swallowing balls of fire,in the next a silk merchant crying the glories of his cloth, in another ahawker of Paga; in still another we watched the swaying bodies of dancingslave girls as their master proclaimed their rent price."I want to see the market," Talena said eagerly, and I knew the market shemeant.This vast city of silk would surely have its Street of Brands.Reluctantly I took Talena to the great tent of blue and yellow silk, and wepressed in among the hot, smelling bodies of the buyers, forcing our waytoward the front.There Talena watched, thrilled, as girls, several of whomshe had known in the caravan, were placed on the large, rounded wooden blockand sold, one by one, to the highest bidder."She's beautiful," Talena would say of one as the auctioneer would tug thesingle loop on the right shoulder of the slave livery, dropping it to thegirl's ankles.Of another, Talena would sniff scornfully.She seemed to bepleased when her friends were bought by handsome tarnsmen, and laugheddelightedly when one girl, to whom she had taken a dislike, was purchased by afat, odious fellow, of the Caste of Tarn Keepers.To my surprise, most of the girls seemed excited by their sale and displayedtheir charms with brazen gusto, each seeming to compete with the one before tobring a higher price.It was, of course, far more desirable to bring a highprice, thereby guaranteeing that one's master would be well-fixed.Accordingly, the girls did their best to move the interest of the buyers [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.We fought off three groups of raiders from the camp on the river, two ofthem small, undisciplined contingents of mounted warriors, but the other alightning strike of a dozen tarnsmen on the weapons wagon.They withdrew ingood order, driven off by our crossbows, and couldn't have gotten much.I saw Mintar again, the first time since I had joined the caravan.Hispalanquin swayed past.His face was sweating, and he fumbled in his heavywallet, taking out tarn disks and tossing them to the warriors for their work.I snapped a tarn disk from the air and put it in my pouch.That night we brought the caravan into the palisaded keep prepared for Mintarby Pa-Kur, theMaster Assassin, who was the Ubar of this vast, scarcely organized, predatoryPage 61 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhorde.The caravan was secured, and in a few hours trade would begin.Thecaravan, with its varied goods, was needed by the camp, and its merchandisewould command the highest prices.I noted with satisfaction thatPa-Kur, Master Assassin; proud leader of perhaps the greatest horde everassembled on the plains of Gor, had need of Mintar, who was only of theMerchant Caste.My plan, as I explained to Talena, was simple.It amounted to little more thanbuying a tarp, if Icould afford it, or stealing one if I could not, and making a run forKo-ro-ba.The venture might be risky, particularly if I had to steal the tarnand elude pursuit, but, all things considered, an escape on tarnback seemed tome far safer than trying to cross the Vosk and make our way on foot ortharlarion through the hills and wilderness to the distant cylinders ofKo-ro-ba.Talena seemed depressed, in odd contrast to her liveliness of the caravandays."What will become of me in Ko-ro-ba?" she asked."I don't know," I said, smiling."Perhaps you could be a tavern slave."She smiled wryly."No, Tarl of Bristol," she said."More likely I would beimpaled, for I am still the daughter of Marlenus."I did not tell her, but if that was decreed to be her fate and I could notprevent it, I knew she would not be impaled alone.There would be two bodieson the walls of Ko-ro-ba.I would not live without her.Talena stood up."Tonight," she said, "let us drink wine." It was a Goreanexpression, a fatalistic maxim in which the events of the morrow were castinto the laps of the Priest-Kings."Let us drink wine," I agreed.That night I took Talena into the City of Tents, and by the light of torchesset on lances we walked arm in arm through the crowded streets, among thecolorful tents and market stalls.Not only warriors were in evidence, but tradesmen and artisans, peddlers andpeasants, camp women and slaves.Talena clung to my arm, fascinated.Wewatched in one stall a bronzed giant apparentlyfile:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Tarnsman%20of%20Gor.txt (58 of 98) [1/20/033:36:22 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Tarnsman%20of%20Gor.txt swallowing balls of fire,in the next a silk merchant crying the glories of his cloth, in another ahawker of Paga; in still another we watched the swaying bodies of dancingslave girls as their master proclaimed their rent price."I want to see the market," Talena said eagerly, and I knew the market shemeant.This vast city of silk would surely have its Street of Brands.Reluctantly I took Talena to the great tent of blue and yellow silk, and wepressed in among the hot, smelling bodies of the buyers, forcing our waytoward the front.There Talena watched, thrilled, as girls, several of whomshe had known in the caravan, were placed on the large, rounded wooden blockand sold, one by one, to the highest bidder."She's beautiful," Talena would say of one as the auctioneer would tug thesingle loop on the right shoulder of the slave livery, dropping it to thegirl's ankles.Of another, Talena would sniff scornfully.She seemed to bepleased when her friends were bought by handsome tarnsmen, and laugheddelightedly when one girl, to whom she had taken a dislike, was purchased by afat, odious fellow, of the Caste of Tarn Keepers.To my surprise, most of the girls seemed excited by their sale and displayedtheir charms with brazen gusto, each seeming to compete with the one before tobring a higher price.It was, of course, far more desirable to bring a highprice, thereby guaranteeing that one's master would be well-fixed.Accordingly, the girls did their best to move the interest of the buyers [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]