I saw that the Waniyanpi males were examining the other women as well. Some they had turn before them; some were, by the arms, forcibly turned about, for inspection; in the case of others the males themselves walked about the women, and the women knew themselves being bolding behild and appraised. This gave great joy to the men. I think that many of them, never before, had realized how soft and beautiful, how desireable, are women.

"Pumpkin!" protested Radish, tears in her eyes.

"I am not a vegetable," he said. "I am no longer Pumpkin."

"I do not understand," said Radish.

"I am taking a new name," he said. "I am taking the name 'Seibar'. I am now Seibar." 'Seibar', incidentally, is a common Gorean name. It was the surname, for example, of a slaver in Kailiauk. Too, I had known two people in Ar by that name.

"Pumpkin!" she said.

"I am Seibar," he said.

"That is not a Waniyanpi name," she said.

"True," he said.

"This is insolence," she said. "This is insubordination! Let me put on my clothing, quickly!"

"Whether or not you wear clothing," he said, "is my decision, and I will decide the matter if, when and how I please."

"I am the leader!" she cried.

"Kneel," he said.

One by one the Waniyanpi women knelt. Radish watched them in misery.

"Now," said Seibar.

Radish knelt. She looked well at his feet.

"I am the leader!" she cried.

"No," he said. "You are only a woman."

"We are all Sames!" she cried.

"No," he said. "You are a woman. I am a man. We are not the same."

"The Teaching!" she cried. "Remember the Teaching!"

"The Teaching is false," he said. "Surely you have known that. Surely you have used it long enough, for whatever reason, to subvert, deny and hide your sex."

"No," she said. "No!"

"But now, no longer will you betray and conceal your sex. You will now, henceforth, objectively and openly, be what you are, a woman."

"No!" she cried.

"Your lies, your subterfuges, your pretenses, are at an end."

"No," she wept.

"You will, henceforth, acknowledge your sex and be true to it. You will, henceforth, without deception, without qualification, in your thoughts, and in your most secret thoughts, and in your deportment, behavior and appreance, dare to express, your full femaleness, totally and honestly."

"No, no," she wept.

"Henceforward," he said, "You will be precisely what you are, a woman."

"Please, no," she said.

"I have said it," said Seibar.

"Please," she wept. "Please, please."

"It has been said," he said.

She put down her head, shuddering.

"Naturally, there are sanctions attached to this command," he said.

"I understand," she said.

"And I do not think disobedience will be difficult to detect," he said.

She nodded. An expression, a gesture, even a tone of voice o any thiny movement, might reveal reservation or disobedience. Safety, in such a situation, inasmuch as it lay anywhere, surely lay in abject and total compliance, beginning with interior submission, and issuing then in appropriate behavoirs. Radish would no longer be permitted to supress her womanhood. She must now reveal it, and in an uncompromising and authentic fashion. It had been decided by Seibar.

"What are you?" asked Seibar.

"I am a woman," said Radish. There were tears in her eyes. She half chocked on the words.

"Ohhh," said one or two of the Waniyanpi women, softly, thrilled, hearing Radish's admission.

Seibar handed the lance he held to Carrot, who placed it against the wall. He then, with a strap, crouched down, before Radish.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He tied the strap about her right ankle and then, leaving her about six inches of slack, tied it also about her left ankle. He then took the strap up, and forward, between her legs, where, crossing her wrists, he preceeded to bind them together, tightly, before her body. He jerked shut the last knot, decisively. "Binding you," he said.

She tested the tight, flat leather circles confining her wrists, and small movement, one not intended to be observed. She turned white. she knew herself helpless.

"On your feet, woman," said Seibar, hauling her by an arm to her feet.

She could not stand straight, as he had left her only some eighteen inches of strap between her left ankle and her bound wrists.

"Go to the men in this room and tell them what you are," said Seibar.

Radish, bent over, with short steps, those of a length permitted her by the leather shackles, made her way to Carrot. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "I am a woman," she said.

"Yes," said Carrot.

"I am a woman," said Radish to Cabbage.

"Yes," said Cabbage.

At last Radish stood before me. "I am a woman," she wept.

"That is easy to see," I said.

Seibar then, by the arm, led her to an open place in the lodge.

Suddenly she broke loose from him and turned about, almost falling. She pulled futilely at the straps. "I am not a woman!"

Seibar, slowly, began to wrap leather straps about his right hand, that he might have them firmly in his grip. The ends of these straps, of which there were five, dangled then from his fist, some two feet or so in length. He approached Radish. She regarded him in terror. He swung the straps slowly before her eyes. She regarded them, almost as though mesmerized.

"I lied," she said. "I am a woman. I am truly a woman!"

"Kneel," he said.

Radish lost no time in falling to her knees.

"You ahve been arrogant and pretentious," he said.

"She has had people put out of the compound," said a man.

"She wanted us to bind our guests and turn them over to Yellow Knives," said another man.

"She has pretended to be a man!" said another man.

"She has betrayed her sex," said another man.

"No," said Radish. "No!"

"And you have tried to weaken, to reduce and destroy true manhood," said Seibar.

"No," she cried. "No!"

"Men are now no longer tolerant of this," said Seibar. "They have had enough."

"I mean no harm!" cried Radish.

"We are rising," said a man.

"Yes!" said another. "Yes!" said another. "Yes!" said another.

Radish looked wildly about. Then, again, she looked at Seibar.

"We are choosing, you see, my dear Radish," said Seibar, "to reassert our natural soverengnty. The experiment in perversion, falsehood and disease is done. Now, again, we will be men."

"Seibar!" she wept.

"Yes!" cried the men.

"Surely you have feared that this migh one day happen," he said.

She looked at him, wildly.

"Put your head to the dust," he said.

She did so. She trembled. "I am a woman1" she cried. "I am a woman!"

"And one who has not been pleasing," said Seibar.

Then he lashed her, and well.

Then, in a few moments, she lay on her side at his feet, bound, sobbing, marked, disciplined.

At a sign from Seibar Carrot and Cabbage lifed her to her feet. They held her in place. She looked out at Seibar, though her hair and the tears in her eyes. She could not stand.

"Put her out," said Seibar, "as she did others."

"No," she wept. "No!"

"Do not fear," said Seibar. "I will have them remove your bonds once you are hurled beyond the gate. You will then have the same opportunities for survival which you have accorded others."

"Seibar, please, no!" she wept.

"Only then will the gate be closed against you," he said.

"Please, no!" she wept. She strugled, hysterically. "Let me kneel!" she begged Carrot and Cabbage.

At a sign from Seibar they permitted her to fall to her knees.

"I beg to be shown mercy," she said.

"The same mercy which you have shown others?" asked Seibar.

"No," she wept, "true mercy!"

"Why should it be shown to you," he said, "as it was not to them?"