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.They begged permission toserve in the tavern in servile capacities, such as sweeping and cleaning.Thiswas granted to them.At first the slaves were terrified of them but then, whenit became clear that the women were not only truly serving humbly, as servingfemales, but that they now looked timidly up to the slaves, and desired tolearn from them how to be women, and scarcely dared to aspire to their status,the fears of the slaves subsided, at least to a degree.Indeed, it was almostas though each of them, though perhaps a low girl in the tavern rosters, andmuch subject to the whip, had become first girl to some free woman or other,a rare turnabout in the lives of such collared wenches.Needless (pg.52) tosay, in time, the free women, learning the suitable roles and lessons ofwomanhood, for which they had genetic predispositions, and aided by theirlovely tutors, were permitted to petition for the collar.It was granted tothem.It seems that his was what they had wanted all the time, though on a level notfully comprehensible to them at the beginning.One does not know what hasbecome of them for, in time, as one might expect, they being of Ar, they wereshipped out of the city, to be disposed of in various remote markets. Greetings, Teibar! called a fellow. Hail, Teibar! called another.From the latter manner of greeting, I gathered this Teibar might be excellentwith the staff, or sword.Such greetings are usually reserved for recognizedexperts, or champions, at one thing or another.For example, a skilled Kaissaplayer is sometimes greeted in such a manner.I studied Teibar.I would havesuspected his expertise to be with the sword. His Tuka is with him, said a fellow. Tuka, Tuka! called another, rhythmically. Tuka is common slave name on Gor.I have known several slaves with thatname.The girl who had come with Teibar, Tuka, I supposed, now knelt at his side,her back straight, her head down.Her collar, like most female slave collars, particularly in the northernhemisphere, was close fitting.TherePage 33 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlMagicians of Gor would be no slipping it.I had no doubt that this Teibar wasthe sort of fellow who would hold his slave, or slaves, in perfect discipline. Tuka, Tuka! called another fellow. She is extremely pretty, I said. She knows something of slave dance, said a fellow, licking his lips. Oh? I said. Yes, he said. Tuka, Tuka, Tuka! called more men.the fellow, Teibar, looked down at his slave, who looked up at him, andquickly, timidly, kisses at his thigh.How much she was his, I thought. Tuka, to the circle! called a fellow. She is a dancer, said a man. She is extraordinary, said another. Put Tuka in the circle! called a fellow. Tuka, Tuka! called another.Teibar snapped his fingers once, sharply, and the slave leaped to her feet,standing erect, her head down, turned to the right, her hands at her sides,the palms facing backward.She might (pg.53) have been in a paga tavern,preparing to enter upon the sand or floor.I considered Teibar s Tuka.She hadan excellent figure for slave dance. Clear the circle! called a fellow.The other dancers hurried to the side, to sit and kneel, and watch.I considered the slave.She was beautiful and well curved.Teibar gestured to the circle. Ahh! said men. She moves like a dancer, I said. She is a dancer, said the fellow.I considered the girl.She now stood in the circle, relaxed, yet supple andvital, her wrists, back to back, over her head, her knees flexed.Magicians of Gor She is a bred passion slave, I said, with papers and a lineage going back athousand years. No, said a man. Where did he pick her up, I asked, at the Curulean? I do not know, said a fellow.I supposed she was perhaps a capture.I did not know if a fellow such as thisTeibar, who did not seem of the merchants, or rich, could have afforded aslave of such obvious value.A fellow, for example, who cannot afford acertain kaiila might be able to capture it, and then, once he had his rope onits neck, and manages to make away with it, it is his mount. Aii! cried a fellow. Aii! said I, too.Dancing was the slave! She is surely a bred passion slave, I said. Surely the blood lines of suchan animal go back a thousand years! No! No! said a man, rapt, not taking his eyes from the slave.I regarded her, in awe. She is trained, of course, said a man.Only too obviously was this a trained dancer, and yet, too, there was far morethan training involved.Too, Ispeak not of such relatively insignificant matters as the mere excellence ofher figure for slave dance, as suitable and fitting as it might be for such anart form, for women with many figures can be superb in slave dance, or thatshe must possess a great natural talent for such a mode of expression, butsomething much deeper.In the nature of her dance I saw more than training,her figure, and her talent.Within this woman, revealing itself in the dance,in its rhythm, its joy, its spontaneity, its wonders, were untold depths ofPage 34 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlfemaleness, a deep and radical femininity, (pg.54) unabashed andunapologetic, a rejoicing in her sex, a respect of it, a love of it, anacceptance of it and a celebration of it, a wanting of it, and of what shewas, a woman, a slave, in all of its marvelousness. Tuka, Tuka! called men.Men clapped their hands.The slave danced.Much it seemed to me, though there might be two hundred men about the circle,she danced for her master.Once he even indicated that she should move more about which, instantly,commanded, she did
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