I turned to face Elizabeth. She was regarding me, it seems, with incredible shyness. "What does it mean," she asked, "that you have chained me?"

"Nothing," I said.

Her eyes dropped. Without looking up, she said, "He likes her."

"Aphris, a slave?" I scoffed.

"Will I be sold?" she asked.

I saw no reason to hide this from the girl. "It is possible," I said.

She looked up, her eyes suddenly moist. "Tarl Cabot," she said, whispering, "if I am to be sold, buy me."

I looked at her with incredulity.

"Why?" I asked.

NOMADS OF GOR -- John Norman

UNDER CONSTRUCTION