Herds
"Are the bosk well?""As well as can be."
(Nomads of Gor)
Winter comes soon. Before we head north with the bosk herd, their grazing territory widens. I and the others must ride out now as far as the eye can see, and even farther as we near the Cartius and the lands of the Kassar. It is a time we must ensure our herds do not stray into their herds, lest there be war between us over grazing land.
When I returned back to the wagon camp tonight, I met with Mayala and T'zuri near the stream as I led my kaiila to drink. Necessity found their chatter most annoying
and tried to hurry me along with an extra push. I however, decided I would linger a little while and talk to the women. T'zuri was singing a song about the gray skies and rain, and I did my best to distract Mayala with compliments. I intend to win the wager... despite the feeling I have that T'zuri and Sakmeta have conspired to cheat. But that is how women are. And why Necessity and I have so little use for them.
Women, as with the bosk grazing, need to be herded and kept in line, where they
belong. It is said that many a war has been waged, not only over bosk... but women as well.
