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Authors: John Norman
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asked.
"No," said Caprus. "She is Red Silk but she knows almost nothing."
"Slave," said Cernus.
"Yes, Master," said Elizabeth.
"Stand straight and place your hands behind your head, head back."
She did so.
"Turn slowly," ordered Cernus.
When Elizabeth had done so once, she remained standing before him, as he had commanded.
Cernus turned to Caprus. "Was she touched by the leather?" he inquired.
"The Physician Flaminius conducted the test," reported Caprus. "She was superb."
"Excellent," said Cernus. "You may lower your arms," he said to the girl.
She did so, and stood there, standing before him, her head down.
"Let her be fully trained," said Cernus to Caprus.
"Fully?" asked Caprus.
"Yes," said Cernus, "fully."
Elizabeth looked at him, startled.
I had not counted on this, nor had Elizabeth. On the other hand, there seemed to be little that could be done about it. The training, exhaustive and detailed, I knew would take months. On the other hand it would be done presumably in the House of Cernus. Further, such training, though spread over a period of months, normally consumes only about five of the Gorean hours daily, that the girls have time to rest, to absorb their lessons, to recreate themselves in the pools and gardens of the house. During this time, since Elizabeth was nominally of the staff of Caprus, we could surely find time to be about our work, for which purpose we had arranged to enter the House of Cernus.
"Are you not grateful?" inquired Cernus, puzzled.
Elizabeth dropped to her knees, head down. "I am unworthy of so great an honor, Master," said she.
Then Cernus pointed to me, indicating that the girl should turn.
Elizabeth did so, and suddenly, superbly, she threw her arm before her mouth and cried out, as though just seeing me for the first time, and remembering me with horror. She was marvelous.
"It is he!" she cried, shuddering.
"Who?" inquired Cernus, innocently.
I then began to suspect that my gamble, based on the often unpleasant sense of humor common among slavers, might begin to bear fruit.
Elizabeth had her head down to the stone floor. "Please, Master!" she wept. "It is he, the Assassin, who forced me in the streets to accompany him to the tavern of Spindius! Protect me, Master! Please, Master! Protect me, Master!"
"Is this the slave," asked Cernus sternly, "whom you forced to accompany you to the tavern of Spindius?"
"I think she is the one," I admitted.
"Hateful beast!" wept Elizabeth.
"You are only a poor little slave," said Cernus. "Was he cruel to you?"
"Yes," she cried, her eyes gleaming. "Yes!"
Elizabeth, I had to admit, was a really remarkable actress. She was an extremely intelligent and talented girl, as well as beautiful. I hoped she would not be too successful in her exhibition or I might end up bubbling in a vat of boiling tharlarion oil.
"Would you like me to punish him, for you?" asked Cernus, kindly.
Elizabeth threw him a look of incredible gratitude, her eyes wide with tears, her mouth trembling. "Yes!" she wept. "Please, oh Master! Punish him! Punish him!"
"Very well," said Cernus, "I will punish him by sending to his quarters an untrained slave girl."
"Master?" she asked.
Cernus turned to Caprus. "When she is not in training, 74673 will keep the quarters of the Assassin."
Caprus noted this with his stylus on his tablet.
"No!" howled Elizabeth. "Please Master! No! No!"
"Perhaps," said Cernus, "if your training proceeds rapidly and favorably you may, after some months, find other quarters."
Elizabeth collapsed weeping before the stone platform.
"Let that be an incentive to be diligent, Little Slave," said Cernus.
I threw back my head and laughed, and Cernus threw back his head and laughed, pounding on the arms of the curule chair, and the men-at-arms, too, roared with laughter. Then I
"No," said Caprus. "She is Red Silk but she knows almost nothing."
"Slave," said Cernus.
"Yes, Master," said Elizabeth.
"Stand straight and place your hands behind your head, head back."
She did so.
"Turn slowly," ordered Cernus.
When Elizabeth had done so once, she remained standing before him, as he had commanded.
Cernus turned to Caprus. "Was she touched by the leather?" he inquired.
"The Physician Flaminius conducted the test," reported Caprus. "She was superb."
"Excellent," said Cernus. "You may lower your arms," he said to the girl.
She did so, and stood there, standing before him, her head down.
"Let her be fully trained," said Cernus to Caprus.
"Fully?" asked Caprus.
"Yes," said Cernus, "fully."
Elizabeth looked at him, startled.
I had not counted on this, nor had Elizabeth. On the other hand, there seemed to be little that could be done about it. The training, exhaustive and detailed, I knew would take months. On the other hand it would be done presumably in the House of Cernus. Further, such training, though spread over a period of months, normally consumes only about five of the Gorean hours daily, that the girls have time to rest, to absorb their lessons, to recreate themselves in the pools and gardens of the house. During this time, since Elizabeth was nominally of the staff of Caprus, we could surely find time to be about our work, for which purpose we had arranged to enter the House of Cernus.
"Are you not grateful?" inquired Cernus, puzzled.
Elizabeth dropped to her knees, head down. "I am unworthy of so great an honor, Master," said she.
Then Cernus pointed to me, indicating that the girl should turn.
Elizabeth did so, and suddenly, superbly, she threw her arm before her mouth and cried out, as though just seeing me for the first time, and remembering me with horror. She was marvelous.
"It is he!" she cried, shuddering.
"Who?" inquired Cernus, innocently.
I then began to suspect that my gamble, based on the often unpleasant sense of humor common among slavers, might begin to bear fruit.
Elizabeth had her head down to the stone floor. "Please, Master!" she wept. "It is he, the Assassin, who forced me in the streets to accompany him to the tavern of Spindius! Protect me, Master! Please, Master! Protect me, Master!"
"Is this the slave," asked Cernus sternly, "whom you forced to accompany you to the tavern of Spindius?"
"I think she is the one," I admitted.
"Hateful beast!" wept Elizabeth.
"You are only a poor little slave," said Cernus. "Was he cruel to you?"
"Yes," she cried, her eyes gleaming. "Yes!"
Elizabeth, I had to admit, was a really remarkable actress. She was an extremely intelligent and talented girl, as well as beautiful. I hoped she would not be too successful in her exhibition or I might end up bubbling in a vat of boiling tharlarion oil.
"Would you like me to punish him, for you?" asked Cernus, kindly.
Elizabeth threw him a look of incredible gratitude, her eyes wide with tears, her mouth trembling. "Yes!" she wept. "Please, oh Master! Punish him! Punish him!"
"Very well," said Cernus, "I will punish him by sending to his quarters an untrained slave girl."
"Master?" she asked.
Cernus turned to Caprus. "When she is not in training, 74673 will keep the quarters of the Assassin."
Caprus noted this with his stylus on his tablet.
"No!" howled Elizabeth. "Please Master! No! No!"
"Perhaps," said Cernus, "if your training proceeds rapidly and favorably you may, after some months, find other quarters."
Elizabeth collapsed weeping before the stone platform.
"Let that be an incentive to be diligent, Little Slave," said Cernus.
I threw back my head and laughed, and Cernus threw back his head and laughed, pounding on the arms of the curule chair, and the men-at-arms, too, roared with laughter. Then I
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