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Telima looked at me.  I, too, she whispered,  am eager to please you.
I laughed at her, that she, the proud Telima, would so demean herself.
 You resort well, I said,  to the wiles of the slave girl,
She dropped her head.
 Are the kitchens that unpleasant? I taunted her.
She looked up at me, angrily. There were tears in her eyes.  You can be
hateful, she said.
I turned away.
 You may return to the kitchens, I told her.
I sensed her turn to move toward the door.
 wait! I cried, turning, and she, too, in the doorway, turned.
And then the words that I spoke did not seem to come from me but from
something within me that was deeper than the self I knew. Not since I had
knelt bound before Ho-Hak on the rence island had such words come from me, so
unbidden, so tortured.  I am unhappy, I said,  and I am lonely.
There were tears in her eyes.  I, too, she said,  am lonely.
We approached one another, and extended to one another our hands, and our
hands touched, and I held her hands. And then, weeping, the two of us cried
out, holding one another.
 I love you, I cried.
And she cried,  And I love you, my Ubar. I have loved you for so long!
16 What Occurred One Night in Port Kar
I held the sweet, loving, uncollared thing in my arms.
 My Ubar, whispered Telima.
 Master, I said, kissing her.
She drew back, reproachfully.  Would you not rather be my Ubar, than my
Master? she asked.
I looked at her.  Yes, I said,  I would.
 You aer both, she pronounced, again kissing me.
 Ubara, I whispered to her.  Yes, she whispered,  I am your Ubara--and your
slave girl.
 You wear no collar, I pointed out.
 Master removed it, said she,  that he might more easily kiss my throat.
 Oh! I said.
 Oh! she cried.
 What is wrong? I asked.
 Nothing, she laughed.
I felt her back, and the five weals left there by the switch of the kitchen
master.
 But a few hours ago, said she,  I displeased my master and he had me
beaten.
 I am sorry, I said.
She laughed.  How silly you sometimes are, my Ubar. I left your side unbidden,
and so, of course, I was beaten. She looked up at me, laughing.  I
have richly deserved many beatings, she confided,  but I have not always
received them.
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Telima was Gorean to the core. I myself would always be, doubtless, at least
partly, of Earth. I held her. There could never be, I told myself, any
question of sending this woman to Earth. In tht overcrowded desert of
hypocracies and hysterical, meaningless violences, she would surely wither and
blacken, like some rare and beautiful plant of the marshes uprooted and thrust
down among stones to die.
 Are you still sad, my Ubar? she asked.
 No, I told her, kissing her.  No.
She looked at me, gently. And touched my cheek with her hand.  Do not
I looked about and found the golden armlet. I slipped it once again on her be
sad, she said.
arm.
She leaped to her feet, standing on the furs of the couch, and threw her left
arm into the air.  I am Ubara! she cried.
 Commonly, I said,  a Ubara wears more than a golden armlet.
 On the couch of her Ubar? asked Telima.
 Well, I admitted,  I do not know about that.
 I do not either, said Telima. She looked down at me, brightly.  I shall ask
the new girl in the kitchens, she said.
 You wench! I cried, grabbing her ankle.
She stepped back swiftly, and then stood there, regally on the furs.
 How dare you address such a word to your Ubara, Slave! demanded she.
 Slave! I cried.
 Yes, she taunted,  Slave!
I cast about for the slave collar I had taken from her throat.
 No, no! she cried, laughing, almost losing her footing in the furs.
Then I had the collar.  You will never collar me! she cried.
She darted away, laughing. I, laughing, leaped from the couch, pursuing her.
She ran this way and that, and dodged back and forth, laughing, but then
I
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