It would not have been wise, of course, for even were she successful, her consequent hideous death at the hands of the Clan of Torturers would probably, all things considered, have made her act something of a bad bargain.
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On the other hand she may have feared that Kamchak would simply turn around and seize her.
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After all, it is difficult to sneak up on a man while wearing collar and bells.
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Also, she may have feared more than death that if she failed in an attempt to slay him she would be plunged in the sack again which lay ever ready near the back, left wheel of the wagon.
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That seemed to be an experience which she, no more than Elizabeth Cardwell, was not eager to repeat.
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Well did I recall the first day following the first night of Aphris as the slave of Kamchak.
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We had slept late that day and finally when Kamchak managed to be up and around, after a late breakfast served rather slowly by Elizabeth, and had recollected Aphris and had opened the end of her sleeping quarters and she had crawled out backward and had begged, head to boot, to be allowed to draw water for the bosk, though it was early, it seemed evident to all that the lovely wench from Turia would not, could she help it, spend a night again similar to her first in the encampment of Tuchuks.
It would not have been wise, of course, for even were she successful, her consequent hideous death at the hands of the Clan of Torturers would probably, all things considered, have made her act something of a bad bargain.
On the other hand she may have feared that Kamchak would simply turn around and seize her.
After all, it is difficult to sneak up on a man while wearing collar and bells.
Also, she may have feared more than death that if she failed in an attempt to slay him she would be plunged in the sack again which lay ever ready near the back, left wheel of the wagon.
That seemed to be an experience which she, no more than Elizabeth Cardwell, was not eager to repeat.
Well did I recall the first day following the first night of Aphris as the slave of Kamchak.
We had slept late that day and finally when Kamchak managed to be up and around, after a late breakfast served rather slowly by Elizabeth, and had recollected Aphris and had opened the end of her sleeping quarters and she had crawled out backward and had begged, head to boot, to be allowed to draw water for the bosk, though it was early, it seemed evident to all that the lovely wench from Turia would not, could she help it, spend a night again similar to her first in the encampment of Tuchuks.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )