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not noted the
    slight difference in the appearance of the sun?"
    "It's not true!" she screamed
    "This is not Earth," I told her. "This is Gor another
    earth perhaps but not yours." I looked at her fixedly. She
    must understand. "You are on another planet."
    She closed her eyes and moaned.
    "I know," she said. "I know I know but how?
    how?"
    "I do not know the answer to your question," I said. I did
    not tell her that I was, incidentally, keenly interested for
    my own reasons in learning the answer to her question.
    Kamchalc seemed impatient.
    "What does she say?" he asked.
    "She is naturally disturbed," I said. "She wishes to return
    to her city."
    "What is her city?" asked Kamchak.
    "It is called New York," I said.
    "I have never heard of it," said Kamchak.
    "It is far away," I said.
    "How is it that you speak her language?" he asked.
    "I once lived in lands where her language is spoken," I
    said.
    "Is there grass for the bask in her lands?" asked Kamchak.
    "Yes," I said, "but they are far away."
    "farther even than Thentis?" asked Kamchak.
    "Yes," I said.
    "farther even than the islands of Cos and-Tyros?" he
    asked.
    "Yes," I said.
    Kamchak whistled. "That is far," he said. .
    I smiled. "It is too far to take the bask," I said.
    Kamchak grinned at me.
    One of the warriors on the kaiila spoke. "She was with no
    one," he said. "We searched. She was with no one."
    Kamchak nodded at me, and then at the girl.
    "Were you alone?" I asked.
    The girl nodded weakly.
    "She says she was alone," I told Kamchak.
    "How came she here?" asked Kamchak.
    I translated his question, and the girl looked at me, and
    then closed her eyes and shook her head. "I don't know," she
    said.
    "She says she does not know," I told Kamchak.
    "It is strange," said Kamchak. "But we will question her
    further later."
    He signaled to a boy who carried a skin of Ka-la-na wine
    over his shoulder. He took the skin of wine from the boy and
    bit out the horn plug; he then, with the wineskin on his
    shoulder, held back the head of Elizabeth Cardwell with one
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             hand and with the other shoved the bone nozzle of the skin
             between her teeth; he tipped the skin and the girl, half
             choking, swallowed wine; some of the red fluid ran from her
             mouth and over her body.
             When Kamchak thought she had drunk enough he pulled
             the nozzle from her mouth, pushed back the plug and re-
             turned the skin to the boy.
             Dazed, exhausted, covered with sweat, dust on her face
             and legs, wine on her body, Elizabeth Cardwell, her wrists
             thonged behind her and her throat bound to a lance, stood
             captive before Kamchak of the Tuchuks.
             He must be merciful. He must be kind.
             "She must learn Gorean," said Kamchak to me. "Teach
             her 'La Kajira'."
             "You must learn Gorean," I told the girl.
             She tried to protest, but I would not permit it.
             "Say 'La Kajira'," I told her.
             She looked at me, helplessly. Then she repeated, "La
             Kajira."
             "Again," I commanded.
             "La Kajira," said the girl clearly, "La Kajira."
             Elizabeth Cardwell had learned her first Gorean.
             "What does it mean?" she asked.
             "It means," I told her, "I am a slave girl."
             "No!" she screamed. "No, no, not"
             Kamchak nodded to the two riders mounted on kaiila.
             "Take her to the wagon of Kutaituchik."
             The two riders turned their kaiila and in a moment,
             moving rapidly, the girl running between them, had turned
             from the grassy lane and