Phyllis shrieked in fear, wiggling on his shoulder, pounding.
Ho-Tu apparently gave the matter very serious thought.
"Don't you want to be Red Silk?" he asked Phyllis, who, from her position, could not see him.
"No, no, no!" she cried.
"By tomorrow night," pointed out Ho-Sorl, neatly, "she may be Red Silk anyway."
"No, no!" wept Phyllis.
"Where would you make her Red Silk?" asked Ho-Tu.
"The pit of sand will do," said Ho-Sorl.
Phyllis shrieked with misery.
"Would you not like Ho-Sorl to make you Red Silk?" asked Ho-Tu of Phyllis.
"I detest him!" she screamed. "I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!"
"I wager," said Ho-Sorl, "I can have her leaping to my touch in a quarter of an Ahn."
That seemed to me like not much time.
"An interesting wager," mused Ho-Tu.
Phyllis shrieked for mercy.
"Put her in the sand," said Ho-Tu.
Ho-Sorl carried the struggling Phyllis Robertson to the square of sand, and flung her to his feet. He then stood over her, hands on hips. She could roll neither to the left nor right. She lay on her back between his sandals, one knee slightly raised, as though she would flee, and lifted herself on her elbows, terrified, looking up at him. He laughed and she screamed and tried to escape but he took her by the hair and, crouching over her, pressed her back weeping to the sand.
His hand moved to the disrobing loop and she shuddered, turning her head away.
But instead of tugging on the loop, he simply, holding her under the arms, lifted her up, and then dropped her on her seat in the sand, where she sat foolishly, bewildered, looking up at him.
"Kajuralia!" laughed Ho-Sorl and turned, and to the laughter of all, returned to his place at the table.
Ho-Tu was laughing perhaps the loudest of all, pounding the table with his fists. Even Cernus looked up from his game and smiled.
Phyllis had now struggled to her feet, blushing a red visible even under the torches, and, unsteady, trembling slightly, was trying to brush the sand from her hair, her legs and her slave livery.
"Don't look so disappointed," said a Red Silk Girl passing near her, carrying Ka-la-na.
Phyllis made an angry noise.
"Poor little White Silk slave," said another Red Silk Girl passing between the tables.
Phyllis clenched her fists, crying out in rage.
Ho-Sorl regarded her. "You are rather fat," he said.
That was an appraisal I surely did not agree with.
"I'm glad I'm going to be sold," cried Phyllis. "It will take me from the sight of you! You black-haired, scarred-tarsk!" There were tears in her eyes. "I hate you!" she screamed. "I hate you!"
"You are all cruel!" cried Virginia Kent, who was standing now a bit behind Ho-Tu.
The room was extremely silent for a moment.
The, angrily, Virginia Kent picked up Ho-Tu's bowl of gruel and, turning it completely upside down, dumped it suddenly on his head.
"Kajuralia," she said.
Relius nearly leaped up, horror on his face.
Ho-Tu sat there with the porridge bowl on his head, the gruel streaming down his face.
Once again there was an extremely still moment in the room.
Suddenly I felt a large quantity of fluid, wine, surely at least half a pitcher, being poured slowly over my head. I began to sputter and blink. "Kajuralia, Master," said Elizabeth Cardwell, walking regally away.
Now Ho-Tu was laughing so hard that his eyes were watering. He took the bowl from his bald head and wiped his face with his forearm. Then he began to pound the table with his fists. Then everyone in the room, amazed at the audacity of the slave girl, to so affront one of the black caste, after a moment, began to roar with amusement, even the slave girls. I think so rich a treat they had never expected on Kajuralia. I maintained a straight face, and tried to frown convincingly, finding myself the butt of their laughter. I saw that even Cernus had now looked up from his board and was roaring with laughter, the first time I had ever seen such amusement in the person of the Master of the House of Cernus. Then, to my horror, I saw Elizabeth, her back straight, her step determined, walk straight to Cernus and then, slowly, as his mouth flew open and he seemed scarcely to understand what was occurring, pour the rest of the contents of the vessel of Ka-la-na directly on his head.
"Kajuralia," said Elizabeth to him, turning away.
Ho-Tu then, to my great relief, rose to his feet, lifting both hands. "Kajuralia, Ubar!" he cried.
Then all at the table, and even the slaves who served, stood and lifted their hands, laughing, saluting Cenrus. "Kajuralia, Ubar!" they cried. And I, too, though the words nearly stuck in my throat, so acclaimed Cernus. "Kajuralia, Ubar!" I cried.
The face of Cernus relaxed, and he leaned back. And then, to my relief, he, Ubar of Ar, smiled, and then he, too, began to laugh.
Then the slave girls about the table began to go wild, throwing things and where possible pouring liquids on the heads of the guards and members of the staff, who, leaping up, seized them when they could catch them, kissing them, holding them, making them cry out with delight. And more than one was thrown to the love furs under the slave rings at the wall. Revel filled the hall of the House of Cernus. I made sure I got my hands on Elizabeth Cardwell, though she dodged well and was a swift wench, and taking her in my arms carried her to one side. She looked up at me.
"You did well," I said.
"It was a close one," she said.
"Closer than I like," I admitted.
"You have captured me," she said.
I kissed her. "You will be free tomorrow night," I said.
"I'm happy," she said.
"Was it you," I asked, "who salted the gruel of Ho-Tu?"
"It is possible," she admitted.
"Tonight," I said, "will be the last night together in our compartment."
She laughed. "Last night was," she informed me. "Tonight I am to be sent to the Waiting Cells, where girls are kept who will be sent to the market tomorrow."
I groaned.
"It is easier than rounding them up all over the House," she pointed out.
"I suppose so," I said.
"Between the tenth and the fourteenth Ahn," she pointed out, "we can be examined nude in the cages."
"Oh?" I asked.
"It is sometimes difficult to make an appraisal from the high tiers," she said.
Beyond us, as though in a world apart, we could hear the laughter and shrieks of the men and girls sporting in the hall, celebrating Kajuralia.
"Are you frightened?" I asked.
"No," she said. "I'm looking forward to it."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"It should be quite thrilling," she said, "the lights, the sawdust, being so utterly naked, the men bidding for you."
"You are a little mad fool," I told her.
"Every girl," she said, "should be sold at least once in her life."
"You are utterly, utterly mad," I told her, kissing her again.
"I wonder what I'll bring," she mused.
"Probably two copper tarn disks," I said.
"I hope I will be purchased by a handsome master," she said.
I kissed her irritably to silence.
We heard the voice of Ho-Tu booming in the hall. "It is past the eighteenth bar," he called. "Slaves to cells!"
There were cries of disappointment from both men and women in the hall.
I kept kissing Elizabeth. "Slaves to cells," she mumbled. When I released her she lifted her head to me, standing on her toes, and kissed me on the nose. "Perhaps," she said, "I will see you even tomorrow night."
I doubted it, but it was possible. I assumed the agent of Priest-Kings, who would purchase the girls, might be eager to take them to the Sardar, or perhaps to Ko-ro-ba. Yet again he might wait, and perhaps I could learn of her whereabouts in the city before she took flight, and see her once more. After the work of Caprus and myself was finished I would be able to join her, probably in Ko-ro-ba, for a time, before we arranged to return her to Earth; I assumed, naturally, she would wish to return to her native planet. Gor is harsh and cruel. And surely no woman bred to the civilities and courtesies of Earth would care to remain on a world so barbaric, a world perhaps beautiful but yet threatening and perilous, a world in which a woman is seldom permitted to be other than a woman, a world in which even the exalted Free Companion sleeps upon a couch with a slave ring set at its foot.