December 30, 2007

Unfinished Business

Kazhuye
Have you ever just felt like everything was put back exactly the way it should be? Like everything in life was as it was meant to be? I've always felt I had everything I ever needed; ever wanted. And now, after a slight wrong turn has righted itself... I feel that way again.

Just before dawn I am untethering my kaiila and we are riding all the way out past the furthest herds of bosk. Further even than that. How often does a man receive wise counsel, only to never return and give thanks?


I intend to return to the Sky... and pay such an homage. For I have decided I no longer hate the Sky.
I never really did.
[ ... ]

December 29, 2007

Ina

I met a woman last night who came to visit one of the older women who lives nearby. She introduced herself as a Singer... and even treated those who were still out and about with a song. I had to kick Cornwall awake though when she finished... so the man would give her the proper accolades. Which he did. And then he fell over sideways again, dead to the world. The man likes to drink a bit.

"Ina Krimsonhwk," she said at last, introducing herself as she crouched down by me. Though she seemed rather interested in my kaiila. Who was way over there... gnawing on the iron chains that kept him bound.

She pulled out some kinda treat and made gesture to go and feed it to him, though I cautioned her not to. Necessity gets cantankerous all of a sudden for no reason... he was liable to bite the woman. And I... think... maybe I ought to watch him a bit more closely from now on.

I sometimes wonder what he'd do without me, as I have no son to pass him on to.

But Ina didn't seem to mind, as she handed me the treat instead. I looked at it for a few moments before licking it. Just once. It tasted sweet.

After awhile, the woman got up to go and I waved to her. I wonder who she is.
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December 23, 2007

Not Exactly Snooker

"Maybe she won't notice, eh?" I winced with a broad grin as one pair of giani both bit and scratched, snarling a ruckus about being stuffed into a bag. And I finally admitted to them that they were a gift for a woman who'd recently lost her pet frevet.

"She's a woman. 'Course she'll notice," Geiger spat upon the ground and laughed while watching, though he never bothered to help me round up the pair of kittens that I'd laid a trap for and caught in the snowy wilds. Now with fur standing on end and hissing madly, the others joined in the guffaws and laughter. It was widely agreed upon that no matter how badly scratched and clawed I was just now... trying to fool a woman would be a thousand times worse.

"She said it had fur and claws and... round ears." I wanted to believe the Singer would accept that I found her Snooker, or the nearest good substitute. Not only him, but a little mate to make a pair of Snookers.

Once we reached the wagons, I parted paths with Geiger and Cornwall, who went on home. I didn't however, but turned instead for the First Wagons, holding a coarse woven sack off to the side of Necessity's saddle. All the while he kept turning and snapping at the bag... with all it's curious snarling and claws and hissing inside.

"No, Necessity. It's not for you." This I said with a wide grin as I reached the First Fires and immediately corraled the blue haired slave woman away from the others. T'zuri was on the far side of the fire, talking with some fellow... though I'd wanted to drag out the suspense.

I swatted the blue haired slave's backside with the sack, chuckling as the little claws raked her ass a little bit. She sure looked scared! "Here," I said, handing her the sack. "Go on and open it."

The fellow across on the other side of the fire started hollaring, and at first I wasn't much paying attention... til I realized he was hollaring at me, demanding to know why I rode a kaiila. Then demanding I release the blue haired slave. I told him I'd send her right on over just as soon as I was done with her.
Which would not be but a few moments longer I was certain, once she let the cats out of the bag.

Suddenly the fellow came barrelling over trying to make a grab for me... followed immediately by some ten or more people. All shouting and screaming as if all hell had broke loose. There was another shout, ordering me to clear out... leave the First Wagons! And not soon after that about twenty lancers showed up, all with lance tips aimed at keeping me from moving. Though once they lowered their weapons... I drove my boot heel into Necessity's flank and we took off.

The Singer never got her gift. And I suppose it's just as well. Cornwall and Geiger were probably right that she'd never accept two giani kitties as a poor substitute for a lost pet.
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December 22, 2007

Hunting For Frevets

I wasn't the only one baffled and scratching my head as I laid several traps in the snow while my drinking buddies... drank. And gave advice. "Move that one further away, Kazhuye. They might be smart buggers and realize you got all these traps too close together."

By sundown and no luck, the others were about ready to ride back home. It was a fruitless dumb thing to sit out in the snow all day and freeze their asses off... for some kinda rodent. They couldn't make no sense of it. And I of course, wasn't divulging the reason either. They might've wailed on me for being all smitten. You know... beat some sense into me or something.

"You all go on ahead." And no sooner had I said that, one of the traps snapped and kicked up a few snow flurries. It was followed by a small feral... hiss and growl. Not one... but two of them!

"What the fuck was that?" Of course, now they were suddenly interested. And it was Cornwall who was the first one over to the sprung trap. Chuckling once his curiosity was sated.

Geiger and I soon caught up, as the three of us stood looking down. "Looks like ya got you a pair of giani kitties, Kazhuye." He slapped me on the back, forcing a cough from my lungs as he laughed and slapped his thigh.
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December 21, 2007

Stand By Your Man

"You might better warn him to be sleepin' with one eye open, Singer."

"What do you mean, Kazhuye?" She looked at me funny... as if I knew something I should not know. Then again it's not everyday that some back wagon plot is hatched to kill off the Ubar. It's just... not done.


And who was I to take advantage of some other man's calamity? If she knew I'd been in on a conspiracy, I do not think I would be any nearer to capturing her heart.

"I mean, I think someone has it in for him. I had a visitor the other day who said..." Funny I couldn't rightly think of what he'd said, not without implicating myself in a dozen different ways. I surely didn't want the Singer goin' off thinkin' I liked her... not after it took me a week or more to finally remove my boot from my mouth.

T'zuri was a bit shocked that someone was aimin' to knock off her guardian as well as her love, though. And I urged her further still... to go and be with him. Lest some mishap befall the man while she is here with me. It would only serve to incriminate me further.

Suddenly she appologized for having yelled at me the other day, over the news about her frevet's alleged death. Now I ain't used to no kind of appologies from women, and it only made me feel all the more guilty over it. "I swear it, T'zuri... I'm gonna make it up to you. I swear it."

"You can take me shopping early in the morning. Soon, Kazhuye." I assumed so she could search for something to replace Snooker with. She turned and hurried off. And once again... I watched her go.

Goodbye, T'zuri.
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December 20, 2007

The Visitor

About a week later I had a vistor come seeking me at my own wagons. Calling out my name even. Rising from the other side of where Paenuria had blocked me while I sat on a small stool and milked her, I peered straight at some fellow I'd never seen before. It wasn't Kurt. Not even a Kassar at all.

"I am Kazhuye." Reaching down, I lifted the tin bucket while kicking the small stool out of my way. The fellow followed me to my wagon's steps and seated himself. I shared a bota of paga with him. I might have shared a handful of dirt as well... but I didn't sense that was why he'd come.

He never offered his name, but made a strange offer to me. Stranger the more I think on it. Essentially telling me that the Singer was mine. All I had to do was reach out and take her. Not even the Ubar would stand in my way, he said... more or less.

That's easier said than done. The last time I saw her... well... let's just say we parted on amicable terms. She loves another fellow. I've suspected it might be that Leather Worker Saresh, but I suppose in the end it doesn't matter who he is or not.

"How long do you need?" He asked me, regarding the length of time I felt it would take me to win the Singer's heart.

I cannot amend what has been done. Not unless by some stroke of luck I can find her lost pet. Deep down though, I am fairly certain Necessity ate him. "I imagine as long as it takes to find a frevet." I've since learned that they don't even exist in this part of the world.

The visitor finally left. Left me to ponder... what sort of coup he'd had planned. It all seemed rather
on the sly. Strange bargains made without the woman's guardian being in on it all. Made me think... perhaps the Ubar was in danger.
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December 15, 2007

Goodbye, Singer

It is hard... and not wise to charge a kaiila into battle when one's mind is filled with anything but pure focus. Mine was not focused at all. We sped right into the camp of the First Wagons, right past the Singer. And landed in a heap of splinters as Necessity struggled to regain his proud composure... while a pink painted wagon lay broken down with its front wheel broken clean off the axle.

When I turned my kaiila back, I dismounted and grabbed the woman by her shoulders, shaking her. "Are you courting, T'zuri? Huh? Are you? Tell me if it's true!"

She was just too stunned to reply at first, I think. Which made me realize I had grabbed her. And I was suddenly embarrassed as I pulled my hands back.

"Where did you hear that, Kazhuye?"

"From Arigh. Just tell me if it's true."

The Singer looked down for a few moments, then finally met my eyes again. "I am in love with someone, Kazhuye. Yes. Why do you ask?"

Reaching down, I picked up a stone and further humiliated that pink painted wagon before it ricocheted off and smacked the next wagon nearby. And yet as I backed away from her, step by step... I shook my head and grinned rather sheepishly. "Because... I wanted to say... congratulations. Before it's too late."

I turned and mounted my kaiila again... and rode off without ever looking back.
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December 12, 2007

How Hard Can It Be

"Tal Kaz." Arigh is a strange woman. Stranger than most. She was sitting there on the ground watching me for the longest time before she finally decided to speak. You know, as if she's never seen a man lead his kaiila to water before. Nevermind that Necessity prefers to stand in the middle of the stream.

"It's Kazhuye... and Tal."

Suddenly she was throwing snowballs at me.

"Hey now. What was that for?" The last woman to throw things at me was Sakmeta. Rocks to be precise.

"You looked frustrated with your beast, thought I'd help cool you off. Have you considered giving him a longer tether so that he doesn't go so crazy when you do let
him out?"

"No." I sniffed and just stared at her for a moment. Did women suddenly feel they knew a man's war beast better than he did? Ahh but what the hell... I wasn't gonna let her drag me into any argument over semantics. Women were just... testy that way. "And I ain't frustrated either."

"Well you got to admit you make a damn good target out there trapped by your own beast in the middle of icy waters. But I have no more ammo, so you are safe."

"I ain't trapped. I led him here." Right about then Necessity's snout came bobbing up out of the water, snorting and spraying slobber all which ways. He has such uncanny timing sometimes that I am often left to wonder if he understands Gorean fluently.

"Mmmhmm...Necessity agrees." I'm not sure exactly what she meant by this. But like I said, she is bit strange.

With a tug to the reign, I leaned a bit in the saddle as if expectantly to drive Necessity onto dry land again. But the kaiila didn't budge. Instead he snorted again and bobbed his massive head back down into the water. More loud slurps. Guess he wasn't done yet, eh?

Arigh was laughing at me by now, "Should I go get you some blankets, its liable to get cold out there tonight?"

"Don't be pokin fun at my kaiila, woman. He might bite you." Necessity's tail switched back and forth fairly rapidly. Damn beast was in a mood.

"I'm not poking fun at him. I like him. He's kinda....well....cute. All attitude and stubbornness. I think he thinks he's Tuchuk. I could bring you food too? I'm a very good cook."

Last time a woman tried to cook for me, all hell broke loose. "We already ate." Suddenly the kaiila's snout bobbed back up out of the water, and Necessity took a flying leap across the stream, landing on dry grass again. With a languid stretch, he drew downward at a verticle slant, only to rake his claws across the ground and leave deep ravines in their wake as he righted himself once again.

Arigh walked towards us, "Water and a great big stretch, feeling better there Pretty Girl?" As she reached to rub a very cold and wet snout. Then looking at me she asked, "Are you always so guarded?"

Why do people keep callin' him a fucking girl?

"What do you mean by guarded?"

"Guarded, untrusting, keeping people out before they can hurt you. Guarded."

Necessity reared back slightly and nudged the woman's hand with his snout, more interested in sniffing it than being rubbed, it seemed. And then when his curiosity was sated, he turned round and swatted her across the head with his tail as his interest went elsewhere. I of course, had to turn around in the saddle slightly to keep my focus on the woman below.

"Hurt me? Ha! I am Kazhuye of the Tuchuks and a warrior! I fear no one!"

"You fear no one huh? So you don't fear allowing people close? Joining the first fires so that you have more family? Joining the first fires so you could...I don't know...mate T'zuri?"

"I have all I need." Once again my eyes narrowed slightly upon her, as if she were testing me somehow. And what the hell? I have Necessity and Paenuria, the she-bosk. One covered wagon and one flatbed. What else does a man really need? At the mention of the singer though, I glanced away for a moment. "I expect if I get me a woman, she'll be coming to my wagon. Not the other way around."

"Yeah, you aren't guarded at all." She was patting my foot now! "You really going to let location stand in the way of love?"

I snorted and glared at the woman now. "You sure talk big for a little gal." After that I drove my boot heel into Necessity's flank, making the kaiila rear up and dance around in a half circle before crashing back down upon terra firma once again.

"Yeah, its been one of those kinds of days, I guess. Don't mean to offend."

Wheeling the beast the other way, we circled round and round the rock, much as if we were honing in upon prey on the open plains.

"What sort of day, Sleen Trainer?"

"Actually it has been more like a hand. Dealing with stupidity and not being able to do much about it, because I'm just a prospect. Having to take insults, cuz I'm just a prospect."

"A prospect of what?" I asked. "And what kinda stupidity?" Circling round and round, his concentric rings grew smaller and smaller until at last Necessity was standing right before the rock. I leaned down against the kaiila's long silk-furred neck and looked right at her. Almost like I'd just seen her for the very first time. And yep... she was definitely a woman.

"For the first fires. Woman who are supposed to be grown acting immature. And other women who should be happy acting like ungrateful spoiled brats and then being passive aggressive shit heads when you call them out on it."

Far as I knew, that pretty much summed up the entire female populace. Which is why I tend to avoid women like the plague in general. I chuckled briefly though. "But... you still wanna live there at the First Wagons. Guess that's the price, hmm?"

"Yeah, what do you want? To live alone forever? Have no sons to train up to be like you? Is a flat bed all to yourself really that much of a benefit?" She asked.

Grinning, I replied, "I don't gotta listen to women gripe." In my estimation, I have it good. While others are miserable day in and day out.

"Gonna still feel that way, if T'zuri mates someone else? I've seen the way you look at her. How hard can it be to go ask Fonce for a bride price?"

My grin faded slightly as I glanced away. From the side of my face, my jaw tightened slightly while I wound the leather reign around my fist tighter and tighter.

"How did you know her guardian was the Ubar?"

"Because the Ubar is my guardian too." She was smiling again. "He's not as scary as he seems."

I snorted, tugging Necessity back a bit. The kaiila's sidesteps were slightly zig zagged... but I did finally put a little distance between myself and the woman.

"I ain't scared of him. Sounds like you're anxious to see the Singer gone in a hurry though."

"Why would she be gone? She'd still be here. I like the little feisty singer. I've just seen you with her. I've seen you look at her. And a man doesn't look at just
any woman like that. You don't have to talk to him. You don't have to mate her. You can stay alone. That's your perogative as a Tuchuk man. Just going back to my statement of what are you going to do if it is too late?"

"I never looked at her no kinda way!" I wasn't gonna admit that shit! Not to her!! "And why? Who's courtin' her?"

"I don't know if anyone is or isn't. I've only ever seen her with you outside of the fires. But I know one thing. I spend my day playing with sleen and at the end of the day I smell like a sleen. Regardless of whether someone thinks I'm pretty or not, at the end of the day I still smell like a sleen. The singer there is beautiful and she doesn't play with sleen all day. Who you think is gonna get mated first?"

"She don't like me anyway." Oh I know the singer likes me just fine... but not that way.

"He and I have never spoken about that, so I can only assume you know that for certain or that you are trying to protect yourself from getting hurt. On either account, I don't blame you. but she sure did go a long way out of her way to make sure you were taken care of when you were a little drunk off your keister. Most don't do that for people they don't like. But sometimes one doesn't know how they feel until someone starts making them feel special."

I only snorted again. And so did Necessity, by the way. We're quite a lot alike sometimes.

"I can take care of myself."

Arigh huffed at me now. "I didn't say you couldn't take care of yourself, sheesh. I was just pointing it out."

"I don't need no help, either!" With a terse tug on the reigh, Necessity shot around in a half circle before taking off like a flaming dart sprung from a bow. Of all the outriders' kaiila... mine is the fastest. Even among all four tribes of the Wagon Peoples. And just like that, we were gone. Off to find the truth!
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December 11, 2007

What's A Snooker?

Days later I happened upon the blue haired slave again. She was bathing herself in the frigid stream water. The same stream I often lead my kaiila to after a long day's ride on the vast open plains.

Necessity lifted his snout and spewed water in several directions before backing away a single step, as if wary of intrusions before dipping his massive head back down for more loud slurps. He was not so much skittish as he was simply staking out his territory at the water's edge. And no one else better dare to drink while he drank! I however, merely tightened my grip on the reign, yet otherwise remained distracted with watching the blue haired slave tug a leather vest back onto her wet self. And while I was distracted with watching her, Necessity suddenly shot off in pursuit of something. Naturally with me aboard his saddle!

Necessity reared up suddenly and tore around the grassy embankment several zig-zagged turns. Almost as if he were chasing something... small and invisible on the ground. His claws dug down sharply with each turn before he doubled back and took a flying leap right over the blue-haired woman, landing on the opposite side with a crash.

Whatever it was he'd been chasing, he caught it within moments and reared upright again as the pained squeal of something small pierced the silence in the half ehn before Necessity had tossed it to the air and caught it with a snap of powerful jaws.

"Oh no!! Snooker!!!"

Accustomed to my kaiila's spur-of-the-moment antics since... forever... I glanced back at the woman once she rose to her feet and sprinted toward me. "What's a snooker?"

"Master! The Mistress T'zuri's pet! A frevet!" She looked... seriously distraught. "Master please! Please make him put it down!" But then relented for some odd reason as she looked down, "Maybe... maybe...it was another frevet?"

Hell, I hoped so too. I had not even seen the thing, it had all happened so fast! But as I leaned down against the beast's long neck and gave his snout a rather rough few pats, no coughing it loose.. Whatever he'd eaten was devoured in a single bite. Gone. Kaput.

"Well... how can we find out if it was hers?" I had a sneaking hunch though, I was about to strike out before I ever even got up to bat!
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December 10, 2007

What A Woman Wants

"Our actions usually run on a more emotional base of thought, which doesn't always include logic. It makes us vulnerable and soft. Exploitable. Which might be hard for a man to understand because you are the opposite."

"Well how do they think?" So a crash course in the subtleties of Venus, to make up for a lifetime of having completely shunned women. Well... excepting my she-bosk Paenuria, of course. I don't mind her in the least. There were a few women though, who had a yap on them a mile wide... and nagging voices to boot. Two of which I did my level best to avoid. And the last one to make verr's eyes at me, suddenly snubbed me and took off lickety split... that sleen trainer, Arigh.

"I don't think I can tell you correctly how a free woman thinks, Master. I have never been one, and I can't really understand where they come from." The blue haired slave woman was honest.

I had been blowing steam tendrils over the side of my bowl, listening as the blue haired woman spoke. I took another lengthy drink from the rim with a slight wince, for the paga was still at a scalding temperature... though it had cooled a wee bit. "But you are a woman. You must know what women think."

"I am a woman, yes Master, but I am wholly woman. Would you want the mother of your child, your son, to think the same way that the slave you just brutally used and abused thought?" She seemed amused by this, but with a glance around I suddenly had to wonder if everyone knew... knew that I'd recently done what I'd done to Cornwall's girl. The belled kajira. The very one he'd been hiding from Lumina for quite a few years!
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December 9, 2007

Diamonds For Leather





"You are Tuchuk, so to be fair, I'd have to say even one is worth far more than the belt would be."

Jaella is her name. One of the Leather Workers


][ More to Come ][
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December 8, 2007

A Kiss Is Just A Kiss

T'zuri came hurrying after me and reached out to capture my hand when I was right in the middle of untying Necessity's tether. Like she wanted me to stay or something. But I don't know why. She doesn't even like me.

How many times I've wanted to shake her good and hard and just tell her straight up: T'zuri, I like you, dammit. Be my woman and don't say no.

But I just couldn't come right out and say that. Not to her. It is times like these that I sorely miss my father's guidance. Of which I've been denied since adolescence. Cornwall and the other men are no good either, for they are always full of mockery and teasing. And dammit! This is important!

I stopped and glanced down at my hand. Not the one all wound up with a leather strap. But the other one... sandwiched in the Singer's hands. Damn, she has soft hands! That softness called to something hidden way deep... something I've long ago forgotten in all the years since Abigail left to join my father in the Sky. And for an instant I'd wanted nothing more than to yank my hand back and just run like hell. Run! Run for your life, Kazhuye!

But... I couldn't make my feet move. I was frozen up. Let go of my hand, Woman! Gah!!

"You never.. gave me that dagger-throwing lesson you promised, Kazhuye..."

Now? Daggers?? She wanted throwing lessons... now? My concentration was at an all time low, and I was certain if I threw any type of projectile I was liable to make a complete ass of myself and miss by a pasang!

"How do you expect I will win if I do not practice? Do you have time tomorrow, maybe?"

"Tomorrow?" Whew! "Yes... alright." Can I have my hand back now? I think I'm... melting. I tried to force a smile that was more contrite than anything... because all my teeth were showing. "Where will you find me?" I asked easily enough... before shaking my head with a slight laugh. "I mean.. where will I find you?"

She kept squeezing my hand and staring at me. "Excellent.. oh.. I don't know, I thought we could both meet by the stream? A little past the central fire's high point? Can you make it around then?"

"Yes. I'll be there, T'zuri." Anything! Anything! Can I have my hand back now?
Off the hook for tonight. I think I released a sigh of breath that sounded much too much like relief... when she finally let go of my hand.

That's when she suddenly leaned up on her tippy toes... and kissed me right on the cheek. She kissed me! "Blah blah blah..." She was talking, saying something. Her lips were moving but I could not hear what she was saying. My brain was swimming much the same as if I'd have several cups of paga. I just have no clue at all how to read women. They're so... confusing. One minute they hate you, the next they love you.

"Blah blah blah... and you have a good night then.. you too Necessity.. I'll see you both tomorrow." She turned away then and headed off. Left me standing there holding my hand against my cheek.
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December 7, 2007

Who Is She?

There was something different in me the next few days, even though I could scarcely remember the act itself. I was a man now. More than I'd ever been before. And I found it hard to wipe the grin off my face.

That's when I saw the Singer again. She was with another woman... "Tal, Kazhuye! This is Kaioba. Kaioba, Kazhuye. Get down off that kaiila and come be social."

I looked them both over with a grin as I slid down from Necessity's saddle. I'd tethered him good and tight to one of the wagon wheels there... on the off chance I'd run in to that crabby Cana woman again. The one who likes to yell at me everytime she sees me.

How interesting it was the way Cana suddenly hurried right over then, just the very moment she saw me... and with some little kid in her arms too. It may be a strange thing to think... but I'm almost positive she was hoping Necessity would trample that little kid she had in her arms. She seemed real disappointed too, when she saw me tethering Necessity. And here last time she was yellin', she seemed so gung-ho to make it appear as if she really cared about all the Tuchuk children.

I stayed clean away from her, thinkin' she must have a few too many dustballs and cobwebs cloggin up her mind. She never looks happy. Never smiles, that I can see. But oh well... enough of her.

I hunkered down near the fire, right between T'zuri and Kaioba. You know... to be social and stuff. And that's when the two women got some bug in their underpants... poking me and asking who she was.

"Who is who?"

"Your new girlfriend, Kazhuye.
Who is she?" Both of them started to laugh and poke me some more.

"I ain't got no girlfriend."

"C'mon, we can tell by the look on your face. Can't we?" Kaioba winked at T'zuri, sending secret subliminal code back and forth to each other.

"Yes we can. So who is she, Kazhuye. We want to meet her."

"Well you can't meet her!" I was getting irritated by now. "I mean... there is no woman to meet!"

They were relentless with their laughing and poking, until I finally got up and left them. Bah! Who needs that? "C'mon, Necessity. Let's go home."
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December 5, 2007

Cornwall's Cure

There are three occasions when men drink.
And only three:
When lamenting over a woman.
When escaping from a woman.
When trying to out drink all his buddies.

It is for the first reason that men are apt to bond more strongly and come to the rescue of the one who is lamenting.

Now I never once mentioned the Singer's name to Cornwall and the other guys as we sat around the campfire filling our bellies with white lightning and the air with lewd and badly sung songs. I didn't even have to mention her name... nor even the fact I'd recently had my heart broken. They just knew. It's a thing between men that women would never understand... mostly because they're too busy all the time flappin' their lips to hear or see anything else.

Now at some point between all that drinkin' and singin' my mind gets a little fuzzy, and I just can't really remember what happened all too clearly.

"Oh Master! Oh oh ohhhh... yes yes yes!"

Behind me there was a whole lot of cheering and shouting and laughing going on. But underneath me... that belled kajira I'd seen runnin' through camp and stealing meat ever so often from the pot Mrs. Cornwall was bent over cooking in.

"Oh Master! You're the best I've ever had!"

From the time I'd been thrust upon her, until the time I rolled over and got off again, I think all of three ihn had passed. And suddenly I was being clapped on the back by all the other men... who seemed really overjoyed about it. Did they know? Could they have possibly known? I've never told a soul... because that's just not something a man admits to anyone... let alone other men.

But as I got up and staggered around a bit, tryin to hike my britches back up... I looked down at the naked wench on the ground with a bit of a grin. The best she ever had, eh?


Now I've heard rumor that some women fake it. But I could tell... she was for real! Just look at her! And I'd put her that way. That's right. Me! Kazhuye of the Tuchuks!
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December 4, 2007

Facing The Music

It took more than half a day to finally reach the Tuchuk wagons, and yet I urged Necessity to run faster. Faster and faster still. We didn't slow up one bit once we reached the obstacle of wagons. It was for the First Wagons I was headed. We charged right in, Necessity and I, and lept right over the big dung fire in the midst. It didn't take so long for me to find the Singer... because she screamed and threw herself down to the ground right along with another woman, scattering out of the way of Necessity's clawed feet.

"Kazhuye! What are you doing here?"

I'd come back to be a man. Wasn't it obvious?

"T'zuri, I'm here to offer my wagons to you. And your two mamas, too. You know... just in case..." Just in case your reputation is tarnished beyond repair. Just in case... you wanna be my woman.

"Just in case what, Kazhuye?" She looked kinda mad at me as she and the other gal dragged themselves off the ground and brushed dirt off their faces and dresses.

"Well you know... just in case... you got nowhere else to go, Singer." Damn! She's hard to talk to. I keep tryin' to tell her... how much I kinda like her. But she makes it so hard.

"Well, thank you, Kazhuye. But I would never dream of it." She smiled when she said this to me. Smiled on the outside... but she was laughing on the inside. You're the last man on Gor I'd ever wanna be with. Hahahahahahaa!

Right soon after that, the older woman, Cana, who likes to yell at me... got in my face and started yellin' at me again. Something about my poorly trained kaiila and endangering small children.

I wasn't meanin' no disrepect but I didn't quite hear much of what she was saying. She just kept getting right between me and T'zuri... cutting us off.

"I do appologize, ma'am... Necessity ain't used to bein' around old ladies."

I never saw an angrier, twisted up face in all my life. What? What did I do wrong, now? When I tried to look past her again... T'zuri was already long gone.
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December 1, 2007

Hello Sky

"Yes, I know I've earned my right to sleep in my own wagon for a month. But being that it's my time, I thought I'd spend it out here with You."

I planned to remain out here for the entire month. Away from everything. Especially an ass kickin I knew would be comin' if I went back.

But you know you should not leave your wagon and your bosk unattended for so long, Kazhuye. It's a little presumtuous to think Cornwall's woman enjoys looking after your possessions when you should be home.

"But she likes that stuff!" Why the hell was she always naggin' and pesterin' me if she didn't like it??

She has a big heart, Kazhuye. And you're just taking advantage now.

I sat atop my kaiila with both arms crossed over my chest now. Not convinced that taking advantage of Mrs. Cornwall was good enough reason to get on home.

You're not being a man, either.

"What??! What do you mean I'm not being a man! I'm out here talking to you, ain't I?" Everyone knew damn well that women didn't talk to the
Sky. Only men!

You left a young girl to face trouble all by herself... the trouble you caused.

"That's her fault! She didn't wanna come with me when I told her to!"

No, Kazhuye. She is simply more brave than you... a Tuchuk Warrior. -tsk tsk-

Sometimes... I really hate the Sky!
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