Smugglers of Gor by John Norman

Author:John Norman
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Gor 32
Publisher: e-reads
Published: 2012-10-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty

“Your beast is excited,” I said to Axel.

“She was here, last night,” said Axel.

His beast, Tiomines, was scratching at the ground.

“What is he doing?” I asked.

“Scratching up scent, releasing it, fresh, into the air.”

“Better he should be following it,” I said.

“Be patient,” said Axel.

“Still,” I said.

“Be patient,” he said. “Do not annoy him.”

I had no intention, I assured myself, of annoying a sleen.

“He is playing,” said Axel, “he is enjoying himself, he is relishing, he is reminding himself of what a bright, glowing thing it can be, he is taking it more deeply into himself.”

The beast then lifted its head, growling.

If we came upon the prey, I trusted Axel could control the beast.

“I had expected to take her last night,” I said, “before dark.”

“No,” said Axel. “She had a start of several Ahn.”

“Sometimes,” I said, “the beast seems uncertain.”

“One loses the trail, one finds it,” said Axel. “It is like script on a page, easy enough to read, but one must find the page.”

“What if one cannot find the page?” I asked.

“The page is there,” said Axel. “We know that. So it will be found, sooner or later.”

“There are beasts in the forest,” I said.

“Of course,” said Axel.

“I would that we had had her roped yesterday,” I said.

“Surely you have no interest in this slave, save for the sport of the hunt, no more than in any other, save as prey?” he said.

“Certainly not,” I said.

“I think you want her crawling at your feet, on all fours, fetching your whip to you, in her teeth, the very whip with which she may be beaten.”

“It seems you have been talking with Asperiche,” I said. It would be easy, I thought, to be annoyed with Asperiche. She seemed to have the foolish idea that I might be interested in a particular slave, which was absurd, for are they not all the same in a collar? What difference did it make, one or another?

“Asperiche,” he said, “wishes to be a preferred slave, and she fears she is not yours.”

“She is the only one I have,” I said.

“Now,” he said.

“Yes, now,” I said.

“She is pretty,” he said.

“That is why one buys them,” I said. “I see I must lash her for speaking to strange men.”

“I accosted her,” he said. “She must kneel and respond.”

“I see,” I said.

“Most are camp slaves,” he said. “I did not realize she was privately owned.”

“Doubtless you soon learned,” I said.

“It is pleasant to have her on her knees before one,” he said.

“As any woman,” I said.

“Of course,” he said.

“She is a forward slab of collar meat,” I said.

“I could take that out of her,” he said.

“So could I,” I said.

“What do you want for her?” he asked.

“I had hoped to have our quarry in hand by now,” I said. “The tracking seems slow.”

“The scent is not the easiest to follow,” said Axel. “The prey is furtive, and light. It is not like following clumsy, ponderous tharlarion.”

“It makes for slower tracking?” I said.

“A male is larger, heavier, easier to follow,” said Axel.

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