"I gather from what I have heard," I said, "that those of your party, whatsoever it might be, might have some interest in he called 'Bosk' of Port Kar."

"Perhaps," she said.

"I can recognize him," I said.

"Oh?" she said, suddenly interested.

"Furthermore, I have reason to believe," I said, "that he may be even now at the fair, or in the vicinity of the fair."

"Why should you think so?" she asked.

"I have a feeling in the matter," I said. "Perhaps it is based on something I heard in Port Kar. At any rate, he sometimes attends the fair."

"That is interesting," she said. "Do you think yourself capable of pointing him out to us?"

"I do not think I would have any trouble in doing so," I said.

"Lift your head, Brinlar," she said.

I looked up, into the eyes of the Lady Yanina. I could see that her mind was racing.

"Tomorrow, under guard," she said, "you will go to the fair. If you see this Bosk, inform my men."

"But I know him," I said. "If he were to see me under guard, might he not be suspicious? Too, foul play, if that be your intent, is not to take place on the fairgrounds. They are truce grounds. Besides, what if he is in the presence of retainers?"

"I see," she said, angrily. "It is merely a plan on your part to escape."

"The inn of Ragnar is outside of the fairgrounds," I said. "What if I could get him to come there, alone?"

"How could it be done?" she asked, eagerly.

"I would wish your help," I said.

"Yes?" she said.

"Some think he finds women too excruciatingly desirable," I said.

"Yes," she said, "yes!"

"I could approach him and tell him that I am acting as the agent of a rich, free woman, one who is much attracted to him and desires to serve him, even as a slave."

"I understand," she said.

"Do you think you could disguise yourself as a mere slave?" I asked.

"Not to the collar!" she said.

"Of course not," I said. "Indeed, it is a premise of my plan that Mistress be understood to be a free woman."

"You would then have him come to the inn of Ragnar," she said, "supposedly to a secret rendezvous."

"Mistress penetrates swiftly to the core of my plan," I said.

"The entrapment might best take place in an alcove," she said, musingly, "wherein I might lie as bait."

"An interesting idea," I granted her.

"He enters the alcove, puts aside his weapons," she mused, "and then my men, in the small quarters, he confined on three sides, set upon him."

"I salute the brilliance of Mistress," I said.

She clenched her small fists. "What a triumph!" she cried. "What a victory! Getting Bosk of Port Kar in my chains! Then delivering him, almost in passing, as a casual surprise, to Flaminius."

Flaminius, I gathered, was the name of her recent guest at this picnic and meeting. The name suggested the city of Ar, or one of her allies. I had once known a physician by the name of Flaminius, who was of Ar. They were not the same individual, of course. There are many common names on Gor, as, I suppose, in most civilizations. Tarl, for example, my name, tends to a familiar one on Gor, particularly in the northern areas, such as Torvaldsland and its vicinity. The commonness of names is even more acute with slave names. For example, common slave names on Gor are Tuka, Lana, and Lita. There are probably hundreds of girls on Gor answering to those names, and others, almost as familiar, which are similarly luscious. Earth-girl names, incidentally, as is well known, are often used on Gor as slave names.

"Why should he listen to you?" she asked, suddenly, looking down at me.

"I am sure he trusts me," I said.

"Can you do this?" she asked.

"You must understand," I said, "that he may not even be at the fair."

"That is true," she said, angrily. "Too, he might be there, and you might miss him."

"If he is there, I think I will be able to determine it," I said.

"How so?" she said.

I shrugged. "I know him," I said. "Too, I think I know certain of his favorite places."

"Excellent!" she said. "It might just work!" She regarded me. "If I let you out of my sight," she said, "I think I shall put you in close chains. It should then be easy to recover you."

"In such chaining I could barely move," I said. "It would certainly not facilitate my inquiries at the fair."

"Then two of my men must accompany you, surreptitiously." she said.

"This Bosk, I assure you," I said, "is commonly an observant fellow. I doubt that he would fail to detect the presence of two loiterers in our vicinity."

"Then it is the chains for you, Brinlar!" she said, angrily.

"As you wish," I said, "but it would not seem likely to Bosk, surely, that a well-intentioned compatriot of Port Kar would be likely to approach him in close chains, would it?"

"No," she said, irritably, "it would not."

I shrugged.

"Too, in many of the places Bosk might frequent," I said, "it would even be difficult to gain admittance in chains. I would be dismissed as no more than a slave."

"If I permit this service," she asked, "what would you wish in return?"

"Perhaps Mistress might consider granting me freedom from her captivity," I suggested.

"No," she said. "It is my intention to enslave you, with the others. But if you perform this service for me you might find favor in my eyes. I might even be tempted to treat you with somewhat greater indulgence than you might otherwise deserve. I might even keep you a personal tent slave. I might even give you pretty clothes to wear."

"Mistress is generous," I said.

"What assurance have I," she asked, "that you will, whether successful or not, keep the rendezvous?"

"You have my word on it," I said, "as a free man."

"I think we can do better than that," she said. "If you do not return, your fourteen compatriots, one by one, one each Ahn, will be slain."

"I will return," I said.

"Word of your treachery will reach Port Kar," she added. "men will hunt you. Too, sleen will be put upon your trail. Too, in the vicinity of the fair, your description will be circulated, as that of an escaped slave."

"Mistress has surely given me many reasons to return," I said.

"I think so," she said.

"But surely, she, in her modesty, has overlooked at least one significant motivation," I said.

"What is that?" she asked.

"That I would wish to look once more upon her beauty," I said.

"You flatterer, Brinlar!" she laughed. "But you are not the first man who has been entrapped in the toils of my beauty. I have lured many, as it pleased me, to their downfall."

"Mistress is so beautiful," I said, "that she could almost be a slave."

"It is true," she said.

"In the morning, then," I said, "I shall go to the fair, to see if I may find this Bosk of Port Kar."

"Arrange with him, if you should encounter him," she said, "to be at the inn of Ragnar at the eighteenth Ahn. I shall, in the meantime, send word to Flaminius to meet me there at the nineteenth Ahn. That will give me time to effect the capture, strip and chain the captive, and change into my prettiest clothes, ready to welcome Flaminius as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened."

"And tonight, Mistress?" I asked, anxiously.

"Tonight," she said, imperiously, "you will be hooded and chained, as usual, within the entrance to my tent. I am to be touched only if I please, and exactly as I please."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I saw that she still feared me, and herself, and, I think, men generally. She had not yet been able to cope with the sensations which I had induced in her. This is not surprising in a free woman. To be sure, such sensations can be terribly frightening to a free woman. They whisper to her of slavery. She is terrified to say «yes» to them, with all she knows this means, but aches and longs to do so, and will not be whole until she does.