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  She refilled the cup.

  Arn regarded her. I saw that he was pleased with her.

  She returned to her position, to one side of Rim, and behind him.

  I saw that she was frightened. She feared she might change hands.

  I, too, held out my cup, and she rose, serving me, and then the others, in their turn, lastly serving Rim.

  "Is there further news in Lydius?" I asked.

  Arn smiled. "Marlenus of Ar," he said, "was in Lydius five days ago."

  I betrayed no emotion.

  "What does the great Ubar do so far from Ar?" inquired Rim.

  "He hunts Verna," said Arn.

  I thought I detected the slightest movement in the shoulders of one of the panther girls, their heads to the sand, the branch lashed behind their necks.

  "He had once captured Verna," continued Arn, "but she had escaped." He looked at me. "This did not please Marlenus," said he.

  "Further," said one of his men, "it is said that Verna now holds his daughter slave."

  Arn laughed.

  "Where is Marlenus now?" I asked.

  "I do not know," said Arn. "But from Lydius, he was to follow the river to Laurius, two hundred pasangs upstream. Afterwards, he was to enter the forest."

  "Let us see these females," said Rim, gesturing with his head to the secured panther girls.

  "Straighten yourselves," said Arn.

  Immediately the two girls lifted their heads from the sand, shaking their heads, throwing their hair behind their back, over the branch. They were both blond, and blue-eyed, as are many of the panther girls. Their heads were high. They knelt in the position of pleasure slaves, as they knew was expected of them.

  They were both quite beautiful.

  "Miserable wenches," said Rim, "common stock."

  Anger flashed in the eyes of the girls.

  "They are superb," protested Arn.

  Rim shrugged.

  The girls knelt proudly, angrily, while the brief panther skins were swiftly, rudely, cut from them.

  They were incredibly beautiful.

  "Common stock," said Rim.

  The girls gasped.

  Arn was not pleased.

  Rim gestured to Cara. "Stand, Slave," said he, "and remove your garment."

  Angrily, Cara did so.

  "Remove the fillet," said Rim.

  She pulled the woolen fillet from her hair, letting it fall free.

  "Hands behind your head, head back, and turn," said Rim.

  In fury, Cara did so, on the beach, inspected.

  "That," said Rim, "is a girl."

  Arn regarded her, obviously impressed.

  She was indeed beautiful, perhaps more beautiful than the panther girls. They were all incredibly beautiful women.

  "Clothe yourself," said Rim to Cara.

  Swiftly, gratefully, she did so, pulling on the brief, sleeveless woolen tunic, and replacing the woolen fillet, binding back her hair. Then she knelt again, to one side and behind her master. Her head was down. She stifled a sob. No one paid her attention. She was slave.

  "Since we are friends, and have known one another for many years, Rim," began Arn, affably, "I am willing to let these two beauties go for ten pieces of gold apiece, nineteen if you take the pair, as they are."

  Rim stood up. "There is no trading to be done here," he said.

  I, too, stood up. It was important to me, however, to obtain at least one of these girls. It was a portion of my plan to attempt to obtain information on the whereabouts of Verna's band. I suspected that at least one of these girls might know matters of interest to me, and the object of my quest. It was for such a reason that we had stopped at the exchange point.

  "Nine pieces of gold apiece," said Arn, getting to his feet.

  "Gather the cups and wine," said Rim to Cara. She began to do so.

  "Seventeen for the pair," said Arn.

  "You insult me," said Rim. "These are untrained girls, not yet even branded, raw from the forest."

  "They are beauties," said Arn.

  "Common stock," said Rim.

  "What do you conjecture they are worth?" asked Arn.

  "We shall pay you," said Rim, "four copper tarn disks per wench."

  "Sleen!" cried Arn. "Sleen!"

  The girls cried out with fury.

  "Five for each," conceded Rim.

  "These women could be sold in Ar," cried Arn, "for ten gold pieces each!"

  "Perhaps," said Rim, "but we are not in Ar."

  "I refuse to sell for less than eight gold pieces each," said Arn.

  "Perhaps you could take them to Lydius, and sell them there," suggested Rim.

  I smiled.

  "Or perhaps to Laura?"

  Rim was shrewd. There would be much danger in taking such women to these places. Arn, outlaw, well knew this. We might easily sell such women in Laura, or, more likely, in Lydius, but it would not be an easy matter for an outlaw to do so.

  Rim, followed by Cara and myself, began to walk back down the beach, toward the Tesephone.

  Arn, angrily, followed him.

  "Five each!" exploded Arn. "It is my lowest price!"

  "I trust," said Rim, "that many ships will pass the exchange point, and that you will find your buyer."

  This time of year, Rim had told me, not too many ships pass the exchange point. The early spring is the favored time, in order to have the girls partially trained and to market prior to the spring and summer festivals in many cities.

  It was already the middle of the summer.

  "I will trade them for this female," said Arn, gesturing to Cara.

  Rim regarded Cara. She carried the wine, and cups. She stood there, the sand to her ankles, in the brief, white, woolen, sleeveless tunic, her hair bound back with the white woolen fillet.

  Her wishes were unimportant.

  Her eyes were filled with fear; her lower lip trembled.

  Would he choose to exchange her?

  "Go to the ship," said Rim.

  Cara turned, stumbling in the sand, weeping, and waded to the Tesephone.

  Thurnock took the wine and cups from her, and lifted her on board.

  She was trembling.

  Rim and I entered the water, and began to wade toward the Tesephone.

  "Two pieces of gold each!" cried Arn.

  Rim turned in the water. "Five copper tarn disks each," he said.

  "I have much gold!" cried Arn. "You insult me!"

  "Your purse was stolen in Lydius," Rim reminded him, "by a little notch-eared wench called Tina."

  Arn's men laughed uproariously on the beach. He turned to glare at them. They struggled to contain their mirth. Then Arn turned to face Rim, and laughed. "What then do you truly offer?" he demanded.

  Rim grinned. "A silver tarsk each," said he.

  "The females are yours," laughed Arn. One of his men unbound the girls' necks from the branch, and, a hand in the hair of each, brought them a foot or two into the water.

  I took two silver tarsks from the pouch I wore at the belt of the tunic and threw them to Arn.

  Rim, from the outlaw who held them, took the girls by the hair and waded with them, their hands bound behind their back, toward the ship.

  I seized Thurnock's lowered hand, and scrambled on board.

  Rim now had the two girls at the side of the ship. "You will never break us!" hissed one of them to him.

  Rim held their heads underwater, for better than an Ehn. When he pulled their heads from the water, they were wild-eyed, sputtering and gasping, their lungs shrieking for air.

  There was little fight in them as they were lifted on board.

  "Chain them to the deck," I told Thurnock.

  * * * *

  "This one," said the panther girl, jabbing the suspended figure with a knife, "is interesting—he afforded us much pleasure, before we wearied of him."

  It was the afternoon following our transaction with Arn, the outlaw.

  We had come north, along the western sh
ore of Thassa, the forests on our right.

  We were a mere ten pasangs from the exchange point where we had, the preceding day, obtained two panther girls.

  Male and female outlaws do not much bother one another at the exchange points. Each keeps their own markets. I cannot recall a case of females being enslaved at an exchange point, as they bargained with their wares, nor of males being enslaved at their exchange points, when displaying and merchandising their captures. If the exchange points became unsafe for either male or female outlaws, because of the others, the system of exchange points would be largely valueless. The permanency of the point, and its security, seems essential to the trade.

  "He should bring a high price from a soft rich woman," the girl advised us.

  "Yes," granted Rim, "he seems sturdy, and handsome."

  Another panther girl, behind the man, struck him suddenly, unexpectedly, with a whip.

  He cried out in pain.

  His head, a strip from the forehead to the back of his neck, had been freshly shaved.

  The girls had set two poles in the sand, and lashed a high crossbar to them. The man's wrists, widely apart, were, by leather binding fiber, fastened to this bar. He was nude. He hung about a foot from the ground. His legs had been widely spread and tied to the side poles.

  Behind this frame, and to one side, there was another frame. In it, too, hung a miserable wretch, put up for sale by panther girls.

  His head, too, was shaved, in the shame badge.

  "This was the exchange point," said Rim to me, "where I myself was sold."

  The panther girl, Sheera, who was leader of this band, sat down in the warm sand.

  "Let us bargain," she said.

  She sat cross-legged, like a man. Her girls formed a semicircle behind her.

  Sheera was a strong, black-haired wench, with a necklace of claws and golden chains wrapped about her neck. There were twisted golden armlets on her bronzed arms. About her left ankle, threaded, was an anklet of shells. At her belt she wore a knife sheath. The knife was in her hand, and, as she spoke, she played with it, and drew in the sand.

  "Serve wine," said Rim, to Cara.

  Rim and I, as we had with Arn, and his men, sat down with Sheera, and her girls.

  Cara, the slave girl, just as she had done with Arn and the men, served wine. The girls, no more than the men, noticed her. For she was slave.

  It interested me that the panther girls showed her no more respect, nor attention, than they did. But they did not acknowledge their sisterhood with such animals as she.

  I was not interested in the purchase of men, but I was interested in whatever information I might be able to gather from panther girls. And these girls were free. Who knew what they might know?

  "Wine, Slave," said Sheera.

  "Yes, Mistress," whispered Cara, and filled her cup.

  Sheera regarded her with contempt. Head down, Cara crept back.

  Panther girls are arrogant. They live by themselves in the northern forests, by hunting, and slaving and outlawry. They have little respect for anyone, or anything, saving themselves and, undeniably, the beasts they hunt, the tawny forest panthers, the swift, sinuous sleen.

  I can understand why it is that such women hate men, but it is less clear to me why they hold such enmity to women. Indeed, they accord more respect to men, who hunt them, and whom they hunt, as worthy foes, than they do to women other than themselves. They regard, it seems, all women, slave or free, as soft, worthless creatures, so unlike themselves. Perhaps most of all they despise beautiful female slaves, and surely Cara was such. I am not sure why they hold this great hatred for other members of their sex. I suspect it may be because, in their hearts, they hate themselves, and their femaleness. Perhaps they wish to be men; I do not know. It seems they fear, terribly, to be females, and perhaps fear most that they, by the hands of a strong man, will be taught their womanhood. It is said that panther girls, conquered, make incredible slaves. I do not much understand these things.

  Sheera fastened her two, fierce dark eyes on me. She jabbed with her knife in the sand. She was a sturdy-bodied wench, exciting. She sat cross-legged, like a man. About her throat was the necklace of claws and golden chains. About her left ankle, threaded, the anklet of pierced shells. "What am I bid for these two slaves?" she demanded.

  "I had expected to be met by Verna, the Outlaw Girl," said I, "at this point. Is it not true that she sells from this point?"

  "I am the enemy of Verna," said Sheera. She jabbed down with the knife into the sand.

  "Oh," I said.

  "Many girls sell from this point," said Sheera. "Verna is not selling today. Sheera is selling. How much am I bid?"

  "I had hoped to meet Verna," I said.

  "Verna, I have heard," volunteered Rim, "sells by far the best merchandise."

  I smiled. I recalled that it had been by Verna and her band that Rim had been sold. Rim, for an outlaw, was not a bad sort.

  "We sell what we catch," said Sheera. "Sometimes chain luck is with Verna, sometimes it is not." She looked at me. "What am I bid for the two slaves?" she asked.

  I lifted my eyes to regard the two miserable wretches bound in the frames.

  They had been much beaten, and long and heavily worked. The fierce women had doubtless raped them many times.

  They were not my purpose in coming to the exchange point, but I did not wish to leave them at the mercy of the panther girls. I would bid for them.

  Sheera was regarding Rim closely. She grinned. She jabbed at him with the knife. "You," she said, "have worn the chains of panther girls!"

  "It is not impossible," conceded Rim.

  Sheera, and the girls, laughed.

  "You are an interesting fellow," said Sheera, to Rim. "It is fortunate for you, that you are at the exchange point. Else we might be tempted to put our chains on you." She laughed. "I think I might enjoy trying you," she said.

  "Are you any good?" asked one of the girls, of Rim.

  "Men," said Sheera, "make delightful slaves."

  "Panther girls," said Rim, "do not make bad slaves either."

  Sheera's eyes flashed. She jabbed the knife into the sand, to the hilt. "Panther girls," she hissed, "do not make slaves!"

  It did not seem opportune to mention to Sheera that, aboard the Tesephone, nude, chained in the first hold, in gags and slave hoods, were two panther girls. I had kept them below decks, secured, and in gags and slave hoods, that they not be seen, nor heard to cry out, at the exchange point. I did not wish their presence, nor an indication of their presence, to complicate our dealings at the point. After I had interrogated them thoroughly, I would sell them in Lydius.

  "You mentioned," said I to Sheera, "that you are an enemy of Verna?"

  "I am her enemy," said Sheera.

  "We are anxious to make her acquaintance," said I. "Do you know perhaps where she might be found?"

  Sheera's eyes narrowed. "Anywhere," she said.

  "I have heard," I said, "that Verna and her band sometimes roam north of Laura."

  The momentary flash in the eyes of Sheera had told me what I wanted to know.

  "Perhaps," she said, shrugging.

  The information about Verna's band I had had from a girl who had been recently slave in my house, a wench named Elinor. She now belonged to Rask of Treve.

  The inadvertent response in Sheera's eyes had confirmed this belief.

  It was, of course, one thing to know this general manner of thing, and another to find Verna's band's camp, or their dancing circle. Each band of panther girls customarily has a semi-permanent camp, particularly in the winter, but, too, each band, customarily, has its dancing circle. Panther girls, when their suppressed womanhood becomes sometimes too painful, repair to such places, there to dance the frenzy of their needs. But, too, it is in such places, that the enslavement of males is often consummated.

  Rim had been captured by Verna and her band, but he had been chained, raped and enslaved not far from the very exchange poin
t where he was sold, this very point. He knew less than I of the normal habits of Verna and her band. We both knew, of course, that she, with her girls, ranged widely.

  "Verna's camp," I said to Sheera, matter-of-factly, "is not only north of Laura, but to its west."

  She seemed startled. Again I read her eyes. What I had said had been mistaken. Verna's camp, then, lay to the north and east of Laura.

  "Do you wish to bid on the slaves or not?" asked Sheera.

  I smiled.

  "Yes," I said.

  I now had as much information as I had expected to obtain at the exchange point. It was perhaps not wise to press for more. Sheera, a leader, a highly intelligent woman, doubtless understood that she might have betrayed information. Her knife was cutting at the sand. She was not looking at me. She was only too obviously irritated, now intensely suspicious. More specific information I expected to obtain from the captured panther girls on board the ship. Panther girls generally know the usual territories of various bands. They might even know, approximately, the locations of the various camps, and dancing circles. I was not likely to obtain that information from free women. I expected however, under interrogation, to be able to obtain it from the helpless girls, at my mercy, on the Tesephone. Afterwards I would sell them. I had learned enough at the exchange point to confirm my original information, to add to it somewhat, and to be able, in the light of it, to evaluate the responses of my captives on board the ship. I smiled to myself. They would talk. Afterwards, when I had learned what I wished to know, I would sell them in Lydius.

  "A steel knife for each," I proposed to Sheera, "and twenty arrow points, of steel, for each."

  "Forty arrow points for each, and the knives," said Sheera, cutting at the sand.

  I could see she did not much want to conduct these negotiations. Her heart was not in the bargaining. She was angry.

  "Very well," I said.

  "And a stone of candies," she said, looking up, suddenly.

  "Very well," I said.

  "For each!" she demanded.

  "Very well," I said.

  She slapped her knees and laughed. The girls seemed delighted.

  There was little sugar in the forest, save naturally in certain berries, and simple hard candies, such as a child might buy in shops in Ar, or Ko-ro-ba, were, among the panther girls in the remote forests, prized.