That night I went again to the hold, to once again look upon Sheera. She had now been branded.

I lifted the lamp, to better regard her.

The brand was an excellent one.

She knelt, chained to the ring. She did not attempt to cover herself. “Why did you buy me?” “Come to my arms,” I said.

“No!” she said, “No!”

“Come to my arms,” I said.

She lifted her arms to me.

The next night, I again looked upon Sheera. Without speaking, she opened her arms, and sought me, pressing her body, kneeling, to mine, her lips to mine. The following night, the night before we would make landfall in Laura, when I had finished with her, she lay on her belly on the planks, her head in her hands, lifted, on her elbows. Her hair was forward. She was breathing deeply. Even in the flickering light I could see the beautiful mottlings on her body, on the sides of her breasts and body, red and white, still rich and subtle in her hot, blood-charged skin. The chain dangled to the floor, where it lay, half coiled near the ring. The fruit of her body hung free, and lovely. The nipples were still arch.

She turned her head toward me, and looked at me, through her hair, with glazed eyes.

She put her head down.

I knelt behind her, and above her, on one knee, and, with a snap, fastened the slave collar on her throat.

She did not protest. She knew that she had yielded to me, as a slave girl to her master.

I took her by the shoulders, and turned her on her back. her entire belly and breasts, like much the rest of her body, was rich with the beautiful mottlings. I touched the nipples. How beautiful there were, large, delicate, sensitive now, almost painfully swollen with blood. I kissed them. She reached for me again, lifting her head, the chain at her neck, lips parted.

When I again noted the lamp, it had burned low.

I rose to my knees, and looked down upon her. I saw my collar locked at her throat.

“Greetings, Slave,” I said.

She looked up at me.

“Tomorrow,” I said, “we make landfall in Laura. I will then release you from the hold.” I bent to her throat, there was still fastened the golden chains and claws that she had worn when she had met us, long ago, at the exchange point, which she had worn when she had been purchased, which she had worn in the hold. I removed the chains and claws. She did not protest. Then I bent to her left ankle and removed the anklet of threaded shells. She did not protest. She was no longer a panther girl.

“When I release you tomorrow from the hold,” I asked, “which garment shall I bring you?” She turned her head to one side. “The garment of a female slave,” she said. Rim and I, and Thurnock, moored at Laura, in the stern castle, studied a rough map of the territory north and east of that rustic town.

On the map, as nearly as we could, we traced, with various straight lines, what we would take to be the path to Verna’s camp and dancing circle.

“Somewhere in here, I said, pointing with a stylus, “they must lie.” “why not follow the tree blazings, and such?” asked Thurnock.

“If the girls Tana and Ela knew so well the route to the camp and circle,” said Rim, “others, too, must know of it.” “Further,” I said, “it is my understanding that Verna expects Marlenus of Ar to pursue her. It is doubtless important to her that he do so, to accord with her plans, those plans by means of which she hopes to take vengeance upon him for her former capture and humiliation.” I looked at Thurnock. “It is quite possible,” I said, “that she would even permit such information to fall into his hands.” “That she might know his approach route, and perhaps ambush him,” said Rim, running his tongue over his lips.

“Yes,” I said.

“We would not care,” said Rim, “to fall into her trap.”

“But Marlenus,” said Thurnock, “He is a great Ubar. Surely he will be wary?” “Marlenus,” I said, “is a great Ubar, but he is not always wise.” “Marlenus,” said Rim, “doubtless believes himself to be the hunter. He expects panther girls to feel from him and his men. He expects difficulty only in managing their capture.” “The tabuk he expects to net,” I said, “are not unlikely panthers, she-panthers, following him, intent upon their own hunt.” “Aiii,” said Thurnock.

“Yes,” I said.

“On the other hand,” said Rim, “Verna does not know of us. We have with us the element of surprise.” “I do wish,” I said, “to approach the camp from some direction other than the blazed trail. On the other hand, I am not interested in storming it with slave nets.” “Do you expect to deal with panther girls?” he asked, smiling.

I put down the stylus on the map. “I am a merchant,” I said.

“How shall we proceed?” asked Thurnock.

“We shall make a base camp, in accord with our putative interest in obtaining the skins of sleen,” I said. “Then, selected men will enter the forest, but as though they did not know the location of Verna’s camp and dancing circle. We must then make contact with some members of her band. Either they will contact us, or we them.” “It is not uncommon for panther girls to first make contact,” said Rim, smiling, “with a hunting arrow in the back.” “We shall release, suitably braceleted, a slave girl, to make contact with them.” “They will hunt her, and capture her,” said Rim, smiling.

“Of course,” I said.

“Then the girl,” said Rim, “will give them our message, that we would negotiate for female slaves they may have in their camps.” “What girl, braceleted, could live in the forests?” asked Thurnock. “No girl, braceleted,” I said, “can live long in the forests. That will be an incentive to the girl we release to see that she swiftly falls to Verna’s band.” “Yes,” said Rim, “and if she fails to find Verna’s band, she, braceleted, will be forced to return to us.” “Yes,” said Thurnock.

“But I expect,” I said, “that she will have little difficulty in falling in with Verna’s band.” “You have in mind a skilled girl,” said Thurnock, “one experienced in the way of the forests.” “Yes,” I said.

“But,” said Thurnock, troubled, “have you considered that they, the panther women of Verna’s band, might keep the girl we have released?” “I have considered that,” I said.

Thurnock looked at me, puzzled.

“Suppose,” said I, “that the girl released, she who is captured by Verna’s band, is well know to Verna. Suppose that that girl were a rival to Verna, a personal enemy, one of long standing.” Rim laughed.

“What then,” asked I, of Thurnock,” do you suppose Verna, and her band, would do with her?” “I see,” said Thurnock, grinning.

“She would be promptly returned to slavery,” said Rim.

“And,” said I, smiling, “we would have made contact with Verna’s band, and we would get our girl back.” Thurnock grinned. “But what girl could we use?” he asked.

“Sheera,” said I.

Thurnock nodded, and Rim laughed.

“I thought,” said I, “that it would not be impossible that I might find use for that piece of property.” “I gather,” said Rim, “that you have already found uses for that bit of property, in the hold.” “Yes,” I said, “but that is unimportant.” She was only a slave.

“One thing troubles me,” said Rim. “Verna has taken Talena to the forests, to bait a trap for Marlenus. Why then should she sell her to you?” “That may be a matter of timing,” I said, “and of information, and prices.” “How is that?” asked Rim.

I shrugged. “Suppose Marlenus falls to Verna,” I suggested. “Then she would not need the bait longer, and might, for a good price, dispose of it.” “Marlenus? Fall to Verna?” asked Thurnock.

“Panther girls are dangerous,” I said. “I do not think Marlenus, who is a proud man, well understands that.” I looked at Thurnock. “But,” said I, “ the important thing to Verna’s plan is that Marlenus believe she holds Talena. As long as he believes that, it does not make a difference whether she does, or not. So, why might she not, provided the sale is secret, sell Talena to me, regardless of the outcome of her pursuit of Marlenus?” “Perhaps she would fear you would simply, for gold, return Talena to Marlenus,” said Thurnock.