The girl turned wildly in the street and started to run from the men. But she had gone only a step or two when she saw some five other men at the end of the street, also approaching her. She stopped, uncertainly, confused, in the street. The men, not hurrying, then surrounded her.

"I am not what I seem!" she cried. "I am not a slave!" One of the men seized her by the hair and ben back her head. "Her name is 'Darlene'," he said. "No!" she said. "I am the LadyTendite, a free woman of Vonda!" One of the men then was drwing her hands behind her back. He snapped her wrists in slave braclets. "I'm not a slave!" she said. "Darlene is an excellent slave name," said one of the men. "I am hot for her already."Wait until we have her in the camp," said their leader. "A nice catch," said another.Another man was snapping a leash on her collar. "Are you an Earth wench?" asked one of the men. "No," she said, "No!" Nonetheless, I wager you will whip as well," said another.

"I am not a slave! See," she cried, moving her hip to throw back the shreds of the ripped Ta-Teera," I am not branded!" Only a slave would so expose her hip to free men," said one of the men. "She is not branded," observed another. "That technicality can be swiftly remedied by a metal worker." said one of the men.

"Why are you not branded, Darlene?" asked a man. "I am not a slave!" she said. "And my name if not Darelen!" "You speak much, Darlene," she was told. "Bring her along," said the leader. "We must finish our patrol."

The Lady Tendite felt the leash grow taut at her collar. She hung back."I am not a slave," she said. "My name if not Darlene. I am the Lady Tendrite of Vonda!" "Do all the women of Vonda run about the streets half naked, clad in the rag of a slave, waring collars?" asked the leader. "No," she said, "of course not. I was caught and abused, tied even upon a table and forced to give pleasure as a slave. Other things too were done to me. I was forced, even, to yield to my captor, as though I might have been a slave and he my master." "Splendid," laughed one of the men. She glared angrily at the fellow. "I bet I, toon can make her yield," said one of the men.

"Later at the camp," said the leader. Then he gain turned his attention to the Lady of Tendite. He bowed low befor her, in mock courtesy. "I invite you, if you wish Lady Tendite, to accompany us," he said. "We shall be returning to our loot camp shortly, which is east of Vonda. There you will discover that the women of Vonda are not entirely unknown to us. Many of them have already kindly consented to give us their thighs for branding, their throats for collaring. We trust you will be no less generous." "She will look well on the slave block," said one of the man. "True," said another. "And Lady Tendite," said the leader, "until you are properly and legally enslaved, you will be known by the capture name of 'Darlene'. Say it!" he snapped.

"Darlene!" she cried. "My capture name if Darlene." "And," said the leader. "in virtue of your collar, and in anticipation of your impending enslaement, you will address us and behave toward us as a slave toward free men."

"Yes," she said. Then she was struck acorss the back with the haft of a spear, cruelly. "Yes, Master!" she cried.

The patrol then continued on its way. I watched the Lady Tendite, her hands braceleted behind her on her lesash dragged behind the men. She turnedonce, after about 20 yards to look back. She saw me. Then she was turned about by the leash and was again dragged, stumbling, down the street.

The proprietor of the tavern took the red-haired dancing girl by the arm, she crying out, and thrust her in her costume, ten slender silver chains, five before and five behind, depending from her collar from the sand. She fell at the side of the sand and crouching turned about, looking back.

"This is Jason!" called the proprietor, indicating me. "He wagers ten copper tarks he can best any man in the house."It is true," I called stepping to the sand, pulling off the tunic. "I wager he cannot!" called a large fellow, a peasant from north of the river.

The proprietor's man, an attendant in the tavern held the coins. Bets were taken by the fellows in the tavern. Men crowded about. Among them, naked, in collars, were paga slaves with their bronze vessels on leather straps.

The big fellow lunged toward me. I let him strike me. Yet I drew back with his punch in such a way that its impact was largely dissipated. I reaced, however, as though I might have been sorely struck. The men cried out with pleasure. Jabbing, moving, I kept him away from me.

"He fights well," said one of the men.

I then, recovering myself, seized the fellow, that he might not have the free use of his hands. It was not appropriate that I appear too accustomed to this form of sport.

I had made that mistake once before, in Tancred's Landing and there had then been no more eager respondents to my raucous challenge. Rather guardsmen had encoured me to leave the town with alacrity.I had as a consquence only picked up ten copper tarks at Tancred's Landing.

"Fight!" cried more than one man. "Clumsy!" cried another. "Coward!" cried another. "Coward!" said the peasant. This irritated me. I relinquished my previous determinations with respect to the manner of handling him. Caught in a swift combination he buckled to the sand. I pretened that I was exhausted, dazed, scarcely able to stand.

"What lucky blows," cried more than one man. I looked down at the big fellow who, groggy, was sitting in the sand. I tried to appear as though incredulous that he was down, as though i could not believe that I had somehow struck him from his feet.

"Get up!" cried more than one man. By the arms he was pulled to the side. "Ten tars," cried antoher peasant,"that I can best you!"

"Can you fight further, Jason?" anxiously asked the proprietor. Such brawls, supervised, were good for the busines of his tavern. "I will try," I said.

The second fellow, tearing off his tunic, rushed to the sand and then, scarcely hesitating, rushed upon me. fists pummeliing. I think he was started that he managed to strike home so seldom. Soon his arms were sore. I carried him longer than the first fellow. Then, when some interest seemed to lag inthe contest, I finished it. He was dragged by his heels from the sand.

"I do not see how one so clumsy and who fights so poorly can win so often," said a fellow near the sand. "He has not yet met Haskoon," said someone confidently. "I am Haskoon," said a bargeman stepping to the sane. Haskoon carried his hands too high. The next fellow, after Haskoon, was more of a wrestler than one who fights with the fists.But I did not break his back.

The fifth fellow was an oarsman a grain galley. He was strong but like the others was not trained.

That his jaw was broken was an accident. "Jason is surely now exhausted," said the proprietor cheerily. "Who will next step upon the sand?" But none more, as I had expected, ventured forth to meet me.

I lifed my hands and then drew on my tunic. I was not breathing heavily.I was in a good mood. I bought paga for the five fellows who had helped me earn passage money downriver to the next town. This seems to assuage their disgruntlement. My financial resources, the ten silver tarsks, obtained from the sale of my former Mistres, the Lady Florence of Vonda, to the slave, Tenalion of Ar had been severly depleated. Normally such a sum would last a man months on Gor. In these times, however, givenmy requirments and the prices, particularly those in Lar, I had been forced to have recourse to alternative sources of income.

"You are no common brawler," said the first fellow to me, the large peasant. "Do not speak it too loudly," I begged of him "Very well," he said. "I have not felt like this," said one of the other fellows, "since I was trampled by five bosk." "I am grateful to you all," I assured them.