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. But perhaps you will give little Ina some, she whee-dled, turning about,smiling, Why are you looking at me like that? she asked. I am wondering of what possible value you could be, I said. Value´? she asked. I do not think you will be of much help with the raft, I said. Of course not, she said. I am a woman. Precisely, I said. But some men think women have value, she said. The value of slaves is clear, I said. Think of me, then, she said, as a slave. That is less difficult than you may imagine, I said.She stiffened, angrily,standing in the water.Then, after a moment, she relaxed, and smiled. I can demonstrate my value, she said, approaching me.She then stood quite close to me, and looked up atme. You now sense that Ihave value, don´t you? she asked. We are going to camp here, on this bar, I said, for a few Ahn. She laughed, softly.I think she thought this decision had something to dowith her. Then we will leave, I said. After dark? Yes, I said. Why? she asked. Security, I said.This was even more important now that there were two ofus. How will you see? she asked. By the moons, by the stars, I said. We will be here for some Ahn? she asked. Yes, I said. I think that will give me time to earn my passage, she smiled. You will follow, tied, on a strap, I said. My captor jests, she laughed. Go to the island, I said. I will do as you wish, she said.I looked at her. I will do whatever you wish, she said, putting her finger on my shoulder,looking up at me.Then she turned about and ascended the bar, that tiny island in the marsh.In a few moments, after concealing the raft and supplies, I, too, ascended thebar.She was waiting for me, standing in a patch of soft, warm, sunlit sand. The captive awaits her captor, she said, lifting her arms to me. Is this how a captive awaits her captor? I asked. Shall I go, and thenreturn? Quickly she knelt in the sand, as I had taught her, or nearly so. Your knees, I said, they are to be more widely spread. She complied, herknees moving the sand to the sides, making small furrows. You may now say, said I, what you said before. The captive awaits her captor, she said. You may now bow your head, submissively, I said.She did so, frightened.I then regarded her.She was lovely in this position of submission.Slaves sometimes, when prepared for love, when ordered to the furs, perhapsPage 122 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlfrom an instruction issued in the morning, or such, greet their masters ratherin this fashion, kneeling, with some such formula.I think it likely she knewthis, for her substitution of the word captive´ for slave´ and captor´ for master´ suggested it.Many free women know more of the behaviorsof slaves, and details of the relationships be-tween them and their masters,than many free men give them credit for knowing.Indeed, many free women,while expressing disinterest in such matters, or disgust at their verythought, tend to be fascinated by them, and inquire eagerly into them.Perhapsthere is a practical motivation for such interests.Perhaps they wish to knowsuch things in case they should one day find themselves being pulled from abranding rack, their own flesh marked.To be sure, no free woman knows reallywhat it is to be a slave, for that is known truly only to the slave herself.Similarly, there is much in the relationship between a slave and her masterthat cannot be known to a free woman, much that she cannot even suspect.Sheis likely to learn these things, so precious, intimate and secret, soprofound, wonderful and rewarding, so fulfilling, to her astonishment andrevelation, only when ,the collar is on her own throat.She will thenunderstand why many slave girls would rather die than surrender their collars.In the collar they have found their joy and meaning.To be sure many slavegirls are worked hard and live in fear of the whip.Many serve in the public kitchens and laundries.Many carry water in thequarries and on the great farms.Such, sooner or later, long for a privatemaster. You may raise your head, I said.She lifted her head.I saw that she would attempt boldness. Is your little ritual finished? she asked. Put your head down again, I said.She did so, quickly, frightened. Ritual, I said, is important.It is fulfilling, and mean-ingful.It isbeautiful.It is symbolic, mnemonic and instruc-tive.It establishesprotocols.It expresses, defines and clarifies conditions.It is essential to, and ingredient within, civiliza-tion.Similarly, do notoverlook the significance and value of symbolism.Even chains on a slave areoften largely sym-bolic.Where is she to run to, slave-clad, collared andmarked? She would be promptly returned to her master. Yet her chains are chains, and they are real, and they hold her helplessly,and perfectly, she said, head down. True, I said.She shuddered. What are various slave rituals? I asked. The kissing and licking of the master´s feet, she said, the bringing to himof his whip or sandals, in one´s teeth, on all fours, kneeling, prostrationbefore him, the perform-ance of obeisances, such things. And you understand the appropriateness, the rightfulness, of enforcing suchthings on slaves? Of course, she said. Perhaps you now understand the importance of rituals? I said. Yes, she said. You may raise your head, I said.This time she raised her head timidly. But I am not a slave, she said. I am a free woman. True, I said. Had I been a slave, would I have been punished? she asked. Yes, I said. What would you have done to me? she asked.Chapter 19 - Part 3 - Ina I do not know, I said, perhaps cuff you a bit, perhaps lash you with myPage 123 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlbelt. She shuddered. It is no wonder that slaves are obedient, she said. Yes, I said. Slaves are obedient. I, too, she said, can be obedient. Stand, I said.She did.She was in the sand, to her ankles. Approach me, I said.She did so, until she was quite close to me.I could reach out and take her inmy arms. You see, she said, I can be quite obedient. I did not move.She then lifted her armsand put them about my neck."I am now ready to earn my passage, she said. Your passage? I asked.Surely she remembered what I had told her, that shewould follow, tied, on a strap. My keep, she smiled. Doubtless it will be the first time that you, a free woman, ever earned yourkeep, I said. In a sense, yes! she laughed. You are sure you can stand it? I asked. Yes, she said, I am sure! She then lifted her head and rose up to her toes, to kiss me, but I drew backand removed her arms from about my neck.I then held her, by the arms, beforeme, facing me.She looked up at me, puzzled. Turn about, I said, and get on your belly in the sand. I do not understand, she said. Are you a disobedient captive? I asked. No! she said, and swiftly turned about and lay in the sand, prone.I discarded my tunic and accouterments. Oh! she cried, seized, held helplessly. I am a free woman! she cried,protestingly.I cried out, exultantly. You cannot do this to a free woman! she informed me. Oh! Again I cried out.There were tears in my eyes.I tried not to make so muchnoise.I did not want rencers, or animals, to be attracted to the island.She squirmed, and struggled.She reared up, on her el-bows, in the sand.Again I uttered the intensity of my relief, my pleasure, my satisfaction.How long it had been since I had had a woman! I am a free woman, she sobbed [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
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. But perhaps you will give little Ina some, she whee-dled, turning about,smiling, Why are you looking at me like that? she asked. I am wondering of what possible value you could be, I said. Value´? she asked. I do not think you will be of much help with the raft, I said. Of course not, she said. I am a woman. Precisely, I said. But some men think women have value, she said. The value of slaves is clear, I said. Think of me, then, she said, as a slave. That is less difficult than you may imagine, I said.She stiffened, angrily,standing in the water.Then, after a moment, she relaxed, and smiled. I can demonstrate my value, she said, approaching me.She then stood quite close to me, and looked up atme. You now sense that Ihave value, don´t you? she asked. We are going to camp here, on this bar, I said, for a few Ahn. She laughed, softly.I think she thought this decision had something to dowith her. Then we will leave, I said. After dark? Yes, I said. Why? she asked. Security, I said.This was even more important now that there were two ofus. How will you see? she asked. By the moons, by the stars, I said. We will be here for some Ahn? she asked. Yes, I said. I think that will give me time to earn my passage, she smiled. You will follow, tied, on a strap, I said. My captor jests, she laughed. Go to the island, I said. I will do as you wish, she said.I looked at her. I will do whatever you wish, she said, putting her finger on my shoulder,looking up at me.Then she turned about and ascended the bar, that tiny island in the marsh.In a few moments, after concealing the raft and supplies, I, too, ascended thebar.She was waiting for me, standing in a patch of soft, warm, sunlit sand. The captive awaits her captor, she said, lifting her arms to me. Is this how a captive awaits her captor? I asked. Shall I go, and thenreturn? Quickly she knelt in the sand, as I had taught her, or nearly so. Your knees, I said, they are to be more widely spread. She complied, herknees moving the sand to the sides, making small furrows. You may now say, said I, what you said before. The captive awaits her captor, she said. You may now bow your head, submissively, I said.She did so, frightened.I then regarded her.She was lovely in this position of submission.Slaves sometimes, when prepared for love, when ordered to the furs, perhapsPage 122 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlfrom an instruction issued in the morning, or such, greet their masters ratherin this fashion, kneeling, with some such formula.I think it likely she knewthis, for her substitution of the word captive´ for slave´ and captor´ for master´ suggested it.Many free women know more of the behaviorsof slaves, and details of the relationships be-tween them and their masters,than many free men give them credit for knowing.Indeed, many free women,while expressing disinterest in such matters, or disgust at their verythought, tend to be fascinated by them, and inquire eagerly into them.Perhapsthere is a practical motivation for such interests.Perhaps they wish to knowsuch things in case they should one day find themselves being pulled from abranding rack, their own flesh marked.To be sure, no free woman knows reallywhat it is to be a slave, for that is known truly only to the slave herself.Similarly, there is much in the relationship between a slave and her masterthat cannot be known to a free woman, much that she cannot even suspect.Sheis likely to learn these things, so precious, intimate and secret, soprofound, wonderful and rewarding, so fulfilling, to her astonishment andrevelation, only when ,the collar is on her own throat.She will thenunderstand why many slave girls would rather die than surrender their collars.In the collar they have found their joy and meaning.To be sure many slavegirls are worked hard and live in fear of the whip.Many serve in the public kitchens and laundries.Many carry water in thequarries and on the great farms.Such, sooner or later, long for a privatemaster. You may raise your head, I said.She lifted her head.I saw that she would attempt boldness. Is your little ritual finished? she asked. Put your head down again, I said.She did so, quickly, frightened. Ritual, I said, is important.It is fulfilling, and mean-ingful.It isbeautiful.It is symbolic, mnemonic and instruc-tive.It establishesprotocols.It expresses, defines and clarifies conditions.It is essential to, and ingredient within, civiliza-tion.Similarly, do notoverlook the significance and value of symbolism.Even chains on a slave areoften largely sym-bolic.Where is she to run to, slave-clad, collared andmarked? She would be promptly returned to her master. Yet her chains are chains, and they are real, and they hold her helplessly,and perfectly, she said, head down. True, I said.She shuddered. What are various slave rituals? I asked. The kissing and licking of the master´s feet, she said, the bringing to himof his whip or sandals, in one´s teeth, on all fours, kneeling, prostrationbefore him, the perform-ance of obeisances, such things. And you understand the appropriateness, the rightfulness, of enforcing suchthings on slaves? Of course, she said. Perhaps you now understand the importance of rituals? I said. Yes, she said. You may raise your head, I said.This time she raised her head timidly. But I am not a slave, she said. I am a free woman. True, I said. Had I been a slave, would I have been punished? she asked. Yes, I said. What would you have done to me? she asked.Chapter 19 - Part 3 - Ina I do not know, I said, perhaps cuff you a bit, perhaps lash you with myPage 123 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlbelt. She shuddered. It is no wonder that slaves are obedient, she said. Yes, I said. Slaves are obedient. I, too, she said, can be obedient. Stand, I said.She did.She was in the sand, to her ankles. Approach me, I said.She did so, until she was quite close to me.I could reach out and take her inmy arms. You see, she said, I can be quite obedient. I did not move.She then lifted her armsand put them about my neck."I am now ready to earn my passage, she said. Your passage? I asked.Surely she remembered what I had told her, that shewould follow, tied, on a strap. My keep, she smiled. Doubtless it will be the first time that you, a free woman, ever earned yourkeep, I said. In a sense, yes! she laughed. You are sure you can stand it? I asked. Yes, she said, I am sure! She then lifted her head and rose up to her toes, to kiss me, but I drew backand removed her arms from about my neck.I then held her, by the arms, beforeme, facing me.She looked up at me, puzzled. Turn about, I said, and get on your belly in the sand. I do not understand, she said. Are you a disobedient captive? I asked. No! she said, and swiftly turned about and lay in the sand, prone.I discarded my tunic and accouterments. Oh! she cried, seized, held helplessly. I am a free woman! she cried,protestingly.I cried out, exultantly. You cannot do this to a free woman! she informed me. Oh! Again I cried out.There were tears in my eyes.I tried not to make so muchnoise.I did not want rencers, or animals, to be attracted to the island.She squirmed, and struggled.She reared up, on her el-bows, in the sand.Again I uttered the intensity of my relief, my pleasure, my satisfaction.How long it had been since I had had a woman! I am a free woman, she sobbed [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]