
I nodded. I continued to regard the female before me. It was said she was from Earth. I lifted my page to my lips, from the low table behind which I sat, cross-legged.
She regarded me, as she danced her beauty before me.
"The field was ours," said the man. "Vonda herself now lies open to our troops!"
I nodded. I did not take my eyes from the dancer. Her eyes on me were sensuous and hot, those of a true slave. It was hard for me to believe that she was really from Earth.
"The women of Vonda will soon be emptied into our slave markets," said the man."It will lower prices," said another, gloomily.
"I have heard," said anther, "that forces from Port Olni are marching to the relief of Vonda." "Our men will turn northeast to meet them," said another.
"Please Master," whispered the girl to me. She extended her small hand, still dancing, as though to touch me. On her wrist was a golden bracelet, beled. I saw the small lock, with the key socket on the bracelet. She could not remove it.
"She likes you," said the man next to me, now paying some attention to the dancer.
Suddenly there was the fierce crack of a slave whip and the girl, terrified, scurried from me. Busebius, proprietor of the tavern, stood at the edge of the sand."Do you think I have but one customer?" he called to her. "No, Master!" she cried.There was laughter. Then she was dancing, too, before others and among the tables. I watched her. She was a sensuous dream. It was hard to imagine that she was from Earth.
