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bath at the stream."
"All right," I said.
"Do not hurry with her," he said. "There is no hurry in returning."
"All right," I said. Grunt was looking about, scanning the surrounding
grasslands. Then he went to the coffle, where Ginger was waiting. He would
free certain of the girls and set them about their duties. We would make camp,
it seemed, early this day.
I looked down at the girl at my feet. She looked up at me. I kicked her. She
winced. "On your hands and knees," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
I indicated to her the direction of the stream.
"Yes, Master," she said.
She would crawl to it. She was a slave.
"You whipped me well," she smiled, kneeling in the shallow stream, pouring
water on her body.
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"You whip well," I commended her.
"Thank you, Master," she said.
The sexually responsive woman whips well. This is probably a function of the
high degree of her skin sensitivity and the depth and vulnerability of her
feelings, tier sensitivity and responsiveness make her peculiarly helpless
under the lash. She who writhes best under the lash, so say the Goreans,
writhes best in the furs.
"The water," I said, "has wrought quite a transformation in you." She was now,
substantially, cleaned. Most of the dust and blood, the grime, the dirt and
sweat, had been washed away. Her dark hair, wet now, seemed very dark, very
shiny. She knelt in the water, removing tangles and snarls from her hair.
"No longer, at least," she said, "Am I womnaka."
"What is that?" I asked.
"Master does not speak Dust Leg or Kaiila?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"It is something which exudes much odor," she laughed.
"What did Grunt, who is your master, the fellow in the broad-brimmed hat, call
you?' I asked.
"'Wicincala'," she said, "which means 'Girl', and
'Amomona', which means 'Baby' or 'Doll'."
"I see," I said. I myself prefer the application of such expressions not to
slaves, but to pretentious free women, to remind them that they, in spite of
their freedom, are only women. They are useful, by the way, in making a free
woman uneasy, their use suggesting to her that perhaps the male is considering
shortly enslaving her. In speaking to a slave I prefer expressions such as
'Slave' or
'Slave Girl', or the girl's name itself, she understanding clearly, of course,
that it is only a slave name. "And what did you call him?" I asked.
"'Wicayuhe', 'Itancanka'," she said, "words which mean Master."
"I thought so," I said.
I sat on the bank, watching her work with her hair.
She was now combing it out, with her fingers. She would not yet be entitled,
of course, to use the common brush and comb slotted for the use of the coffle.
The other girls, unless the masters intervened, would vote on whether or not
she was to be granted its use. This is a way of encouraging a new girl to
congenial and to participate equitably in the work. One negative vote will
keep the brush and comb from a new girl. The suspension of brush-
and-comb privileges is also used, upon occasion, by the first girls as a
disciplinary measure, within the coffle. Other disciplinary measures practiced
among girls themselves involve such things as bonds, the control of rations
and switchings.
Girls, thus, under the control of first girls, reporting to the masters,
commonly keep a good order among themselves. All, of course, including the
first girls, are in all things subject, ultimately, to the total authority of
the master.
"Ginger!" I called.
Ginger, in a moment, came running to the stream.
"Bring the comb and brush," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she said. Her authority, as that of any slave, could be
overruled by any free person.
In a few moments Ginger returned with the comb and brush. "Give her the comb,"
I said. I, myself, took the brush, which I placed beside me. Ginger waded into
the stream and gave the comb to the new girl. "You do not yet have general
comb-and-brush privileges," she informed her. "Unless, of course, the masters
order it," she added.
"Yes, Mistress," said the new girl, bowing her head to her.
Ginger returned to the bank and, somewhat mollified, turned to regard the new
girl, who was now combing her hair with the comb of kailiauk horn.
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