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.The guests at the banquet returned to their conversation and repast.Aphris looked about her.She lifted her head, and I could see the lovely line of her nose beneath thePage 64 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlveil of white silk trimmed with gold.She sniffed twice.Then she clapped herlittle gloved hands two times and the feast steward rushed to her side."I smell bosk dung," she said.The feast steward looked startled, then horrified, then knowledgeable, andthen bowed and spread his hands.I He smiled ingratiatingly, apologetically."I 'm sorry, LadyAphris," said he, "but under the circumstances"She looked about, and then it seemed she saw Kamchak."Ah!" she said, "I see a Tuchuk of course."Kamchak, though sitting cross-legged, seemed to bounce twice on the cushions,slapping the small table, rattling dishes for a dozen feet on either side.Hewas roaring with laughter."Superb!" he cried."Please, if you wish, Lady Aphris, join us," wheezedSaphrar.Aphris of Turia, pleased with herself, assumed her place between the merchantand Kamchalc, kneeling back on her heels in the position of the Gorean freewoman.Her back was very straight and her head high, in theGorean fashion.She turned to Kamchak."It seems we have met before,"she said."Two years ago," said Kamchak, "in such a place at such a time you recall itwas then you called me a Tuchuk sleen.""I seem to recall," said Aphris, as though trying very hardfile:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt (67 of 238) [1/20/03 3:28:26 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt to do so."I had brought you a five-belt necklace of diamonds," saidKamchak, "for I had heard you were beautiful.""Oh," said Aphris, "yes I gave it to one of my slaves."Kamchak slapped the table in merriment again."It was then," he said, "that you turned away, calling me aTuchuk sleen.""Oh, yes!" laughed Aphris."And it was then," said Kamchak, still laughing, "that Ivowed I would make you my slave."Aphris stopped laughing.Saphrar was speechless.There was no sound at the tables.Kamras, Champion of the City of Turia, rose to his feet.He addressed Saphrar."Permit me," he said, "to fetch weak ones."Kamchak was now swilling Paga and acted as though he had not heard the remarkof Kamras."No, no, no!" cried Saphrar."The Tuchuk and his friend are guests, andambassadors of the Wagon Peoples they must not come to harm!"Aphris of Turia laughed merrily and Kamras, embar-rassed, returned to his seat."Bring perfumes"" she called to the feast steward, and he sent forth thecamisk-clad slave who carried the tiny tray of exotic Turian perfumes.Shetook one or two of these small bottles and held them under her nose, and thensprinkled them about the table and cushions.Her actions delighted theTurians, who laughed.Kamchak now was still smiling, but he no longer laughed."For that," he said, smiling, "you will spend your first night in the dungsack."Again Aphris laughed merrily and was joined by those of the banquet.Page 65 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThe fists of Kamras were clenched on the table."Who are you?" asked Aphris, looking at me.I was pleased to see that she, at least, did not know my name."I am Tart Cabot," I said, "Of the city of Ko-ro-ba.""It is in the far north," she said."Even beyond Ar.""Yes," I said."How comes it," asked she, "that a Koroban rides in the stinking wagon of aTuchuk sleep?""The wagon does not stink," I said, "and Kamchak of theTuchuks is my friend.""You are an outlaw of course," she said.I shrugged.She laughed.The girl turned to Saphrar."Perhaps the barbarians would care to beentertained," she suggested.I was puzzled at this, for throughout much of the evening there had beenentertainment, the jugglers, the acrobats, the fellow who swallowed fire tomusic, the magician, the man with the dancing sleen.Saphrar was looking down.He was angry."Perhaps," he said.I supposed Saphrarwas still irritated at Kamchak's refusal to give up, or arrange the transfer,of the golden sphere.I did not clearly understand Kamchak's motivations inthis matter less, of course, he knew the true nature of the golden sphere, inwhich case, naturally, he would recog-file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt (68 of 238) [1/20/03 3:28:26 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt nize it as Priceless.I gathered he did not understand its truevalue, with some seriousness earlier in the evening only that, ap-pareutly, he wanted more than Saphrar was offering, even though that might beAphris of Turia herself.Aphris now turned to me.She gestured to the ladies at the tables, with theirescorts."Are the women of Turia not beautiful?" she asked."Indeed," I admitted, for there were none present who were not, in their ownways, beautiful.She laughed, for some reason."In my city," I said, "free women would not permit them-selves to be seen unveiled before strangers."The girl laughed merrily once more and turned toKamchak."What think you, my colorful bit of bosk dung?''she asked.Kamchak shrugged."It is well known," he said, "the wom-en of Turia are shameless.""I think not," snapped the angry Aphris of Turia, her eyes flashing above thegolden border of her white silicon veil."I see them," said Kamchak, spreading his hands to both sides, grinning.Seeing that he had apparently discussed its exchange"I think not," said the girl.Kamchak looked puzzled.Then, to my surprise, the girl clapped her hands sharply twice and the womenabout the table stood, arid together, from both sides, moved swiftly to standbefore us between the tables.The drums and flutes of the musicians sounded,and to my amazement the first girl, with a sudden, graceful swirl of her bodylifted away her robes and flung them high over the heads of the guests tocries of delight.She stood facing us, beautiful, knees flexed, breathingdeeply, arms lifted over her head, ready for the dance.Each of the women Ihad thought free did the same, until each stood before us, a collared slavegirl clad only the diaphanous, scarlet danc-ing silks of Gor.To the barbaric music they danced.Page 66 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlKamchak was angry [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The guests at the banquet returned to their conversation and repast.Aphris looked about her.She lifted her head, and I could see the lovely line of her nose beneath thePage 64 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlveil of white silk trimmed with gold.She sniffed twice.Then she clapped herlittle gloved hands two times and the feast steward rushed to her side."I smell bosk dung," she said.The feast steward looked startled, then horrified, then knowledgeable, andthen bowed and spread his hands.I He smiled ingratiatingly, apologetically."I 'm sorry, LadyAphris," said he, "but under the circumstances"She looked about, and then it seemed she saw Kamchak."Ah!" she said, "I see a Tuchuk of course."Kamchak, though sitting cross-legged, seemed to bounce twice on the cushions,slapping the small table, rattling dishes for a dozen feet on either side.Hewas roaring with laughter."Superb!" he cried."Please, if you wish, Lady Aphris, join us," wheezedSaphrar.Aphris of Turia, pleased with herself, assumed her place between the merchantand Kamchalc, kneeling back on her heels in the position of the Gorean freewoman.Her back was very straight and her head high, in theGorean fashion.She turned to Kamchak."It seems we have met before,"she said."Two years ago," said Kamchak, "in such a place at such a time you recall itwas then you called me a Tuchuk sleen.""I seem to recall," said Aphris, as though trying very hardfile:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt (67 of 238) [1/20/03 3:28:26 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt to do so."I had brought you a five-belt necklace of diamonds," saidKamchak, "for I had heard you were beautiful.""Oh," said Aphris, "yes I gave it to one of my slaves."Kamchak slapped the table in merriment again."It was then," he said, "that you turned away, calling me aTuchuk sleen.""Oh, yes!" laughed Aphris."And it was then," said Kamchak, still laughing, "that Ivowed I would make you my slave."Aphris stopped laughing.Saphrar was speechless.There was no sound at the tables.Kamras, Champion of the City of Turia, rose to his feet.He addressed Saphrar."Permit me," he said, "to fetch weak ones."Kamchak was now swilling Paga and acted as though he had not heard the remarkof Kamras."No, no, no!" cried Saphrar."The Tuchuk and his friend are guests, andambassadors of the Wagon Peoples they must not come to harm!"Aphris of Turia laughed merrily and Kamras, embar-rassed, returned to his seat."Bring perfumes"" she called to the feast steward, and he sent forth thecamisk-clad slave who carried the tiny tray of exotic Turian perfumes.Shetook one or two of these small bottles and held them under her nose, and thensprinkled them about the table and cushions.Her actions delighted theTurians, who laughed.Kamchak now was still smiling, but he no longer laughed."For that," he said, smiling, "you will spend your first night in the dungsack."Again Aphris laughed merrily and was joined by those of the banquet.Page 65 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThe fists of Kamras were clenched on the table."Who are you?" asked Aphris, looking at me.I was pleased to see that she, at least, did not know my name."I am Tart Cabot," I said, "Of the city of Ko-ro-ba.""It is in the far north," she said."Even beyond Ar.""Yes," I said."How comes it," asked she, "that a Koroban rides in the stinking wagon of aTuchuk sleep?""The wagon does not stink," I said, "and Kamchak of theTuchuks is my friend.""You are an outlaw of course," she said.I shrugged.She laughed.The girl turned to Saphrar."Perhaps the barbarians would care to beentertained," she suggested.I was puzzled at this, for throughout much of the evening there had beenentertainment, the jugglers, the acrobats, the fellow who swallowed fire tomusic, the magician, the man with the dancing sleen.Saphrar was looking down.He was angry."Perhaps," he said.I supposed Saphrarwas still irritated at Kamchak's refusal to give up, or arrange the transfer,of the golden sphere.I did not clearly understand Kamchak's motivations inthis matter less, of course, he knew the true nature of the golden sphere, inwhich case, naturally, he would recog-file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt (68 of 238) [1/20/03 3:28:26 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Chronicles%20of%20Counter-Earth%204%20-%20Nomads%20of%20Gor.txt nize it as Priceless.I gathered he did not understand its truevalue, with some seriousness earlier in the evening only that, ap-pareutly, he wanted more than Saphrar was offering, even though that might beAphris of Turia herself.Aphris now turned to me.She gestured to the ladies at the tables, with theirescorts."Are the women of Turia not beautiful?" she asked."Indeed," I admitted, for there were none present who were not, in their ownways, beautiful.She laughed, for some reason."In my city," I said, "free women would not permit them-selves to be seen unveiled before strangers."The girl laughed merrily once more and turned toKamchak."What think you, my colorful bit of bosk dung?''she asked.Kamchak shrugged."It is well known," he said, "the wom-en of Turia are shameless.""I think not," snapped the angry Aphris of Turia, her eyes flashing above thegolden border of her white silicon veil."I see them," said Kamchak, spreading his hands to both sides, grinning.Seeing that he had apparently discussed its exchange"I think not," said the girl.Kamchak looked puzzled.Then, to my surprise, the girl clapped her hands sharply twice and the womenabout the table stood, arid together, from both sides, moved swiftly to standbefore us between the tables.The drums and flutes of the musicians sounded,and to my amazement the first girl, with a sudden, graceful swirl of her bodylifted away her robes and flung them high over the heads of the guests tocries of delight.She stood facing us, beautiful, knees flexed, breathingdeeply, arms lifted over her head, ready for the dance.Each of the women Ihad thought free did the same, until each stood before us, a collared slavegirl clad only the diaphanous, scarlet danc-ing silks of Gor.To the barbaric music they danced.Page 66 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlKamchak was angry [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]