This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chronicles of Counter-Earth, remember ... this is fiction.
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Marius was nearly asleep when the leather covering to his alcove was opened. Qamar, in a black tunic, came inside. Even though it was dark, there was enough light from the candles outside the alcove for Marius to see him.
"If you think I am your pagar kajirus, go somewhere else," said Marius. "Trask may make me perform in front of his friends, but I am not a slut for you or Trask or anyone else."
Marius expected another lascivious look of the kind that preceded his last two plowings. Instead, Qamar's black eyes narrowed. Finally he said, "I am as much a prisoner here as you are."
Marius faced him with a look of skepticism.
"I am not his pagar kajirae. He makes me degrade myself to satisfy his own ... perversions," said Qamar. "I am black caste. Trask hired me to protect him. I thought that was preferable to ... the life I had. Had I known ..."
"I am not what Trask thinks I am either," said Marius. "You are the one who kidnapped me, aren't you?"
"I am," said Qamar. "Trask ordered your capture." He paused. "It was also his idea to rape you. He told of a legend of victorious warriors raping those they defeated ... to break their will."
"Another error on Trask's part. Why did you kidnap me?"
"Trask did not tell me why; he simply told me to capture you and bring you here."
"Why do you believe he ordered you to kidnap me?"
Qamar hesitated. "My role was not to ask why."
Marius wondered how to pursue what he suspected about Trask. Qamar may or may not know about the Kurii. Qamar may be part of Trask's alliance with the Kurii, which might end Marius' life in the next few ehn.
Well, better to die free than to live as a slave ...
"Trask seems quite wealthy for a physician," he said.
Qamar said nothing for several Ihn. "He is involved in many things," he finally said.
"I understand he has many kajira here for only a few days."
Qamar looked at him. "How do you know this?"
"My job is to find out," said Marius.
"You are not a scribe."
Marius paused. "I represent those who could order your execution. Or Trask's. ... Or could reward you."
Qamar scoffed. "Reward? I am black caste. What kind of reward can the black caste have from outside our caste?"
"Use some imagination, Qamar."
"The only ones who could give me a reward are the Priest-Kings or the Kurii."
"Good. Now you're down to two choices. ... Trask has aligned himself with the Kurii. I have seen his silver tube. No Gorean could possibly have obtained one legitimately. I believe Trask is trading slaves for Kurii weapons. Weapons that will be used against Goreans."
Marius looked at Qamar's face for reaction. He saw none. "Trask has chosen his side ... and his fate. Which do you choose?"
Qamar stared at Marius. Each had now put the other on the spot. Qamar's answer could mean Marius would have to kill both Trask and Qamar, which would mean that Qamar would be trying to kill Marius. Or Qamar could be an ally in Marius' vow to kill Trask.
"I serve my master," said Qamar.
"That is not what I asked."