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Slave / Animal Rings

"Does Mistress wish to chain Jason, her slave?" I asked. If she wished this I would fetch her the chain, when I had tethered the tharlarion. There were slave rings, a foot or so from the sidewalk, in the front wall of the shop of Philebus. Such rings are common in public places on Gor. A slave girl, sitting, her hands bound before her body with cord, by a shortened neck-leash, was chained at one of these rings. At another, also sitting, fastened there by a two-loop fitting, running to a collar ring, was a silk slave.
"No, Jason," she said. "You may drink from the spillings of the fountain while I am inside"
"Yes, Mistress," I said. "Thank you, Mistress"
The fountain had two levels, a great bowl and, lower, near the walk level, a shallow bowl. From this shallow bowl slaves might drink.
The Lady Florence looked up at me. I could not read her expression. "Perhaps you will like what I will buy," she said.
"I am certain that I will, Mistress," I said. I was not lying. She had, I had learned, exquisite taste.
She swiftly turned and went into the shadowed, cool recesses of the shop.
"She did not chain you," said the male silk slave to me.
"No," I said.
"What did you cost?" he asked.
"Sixteen tarsks," I said.
"That is not much," he said, puzzled.
"Of silver," I said.
"Liar," he said.
I shrugged.
I led the tharlarion into a small, sanded, sunny area near the shop of Philebus, looping its reins twice about a tharlarion ring there. As I tethered it, it could reach water, from a run from the nearby fountain. These tharlarion rings are quite similar to slave rings. Indeed, the only real difference between them is their function, the one being used to tether tharlarion and the other slaves. They have this in common, of course, that they are both animal rings.
I looked at the tharlarion.
It stood there, placidly. It slid a transparent membrane upward, covering its eye, as a broad-winged insect crawled on its lid. The insect fluttered away. The Lady Florence owned many tharlarion. Her stables were among the most extensive and finest of any owned by a citizen of Vonda.
I returned to the area before the shop of Philebus.
I glanced again at the male silk slave sitting on the walk, fastened at the ring.
"Liar," he said. I think he was angry that he, and not I, had been chained. I looked away from him. The broad avenue was beautiful, with its width, its paving and fountains, the buildings, the trees, the central cvlinder in the distance. It was in that cylinder, as I understood it, that were housed many of the bureaus and agencies of Ar, many of the departments important to the functioning of the state; in it, too, met various councils; in it, too, were the private compartments of the Ubar of Ar, a man called Marlenus.
I leaned against the wall of the shun of Philebus. Most Gorean shops do not have windows. Many are open to the street, or have counters which are open to the street. These shops are usually shuttered or barred at night. Certain of the shops, usually those containing more precious goods. Inch as that of Philebus, are entered through a narrow door. Not unoften, inside, there is an open court, with awnings at the sides, under which goods are displayed. There was, in the shop of Philebus, such a court at the back, whence goods might be taken to be viewed in natural light, should the customer wish.  MAGICIANS OF GOR-, (25) Pages 275-277
 

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those of the Counter-Earth .. the planet .. Gor.
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