I spun about and to my astonishment saw that Elizabeth Cardwell had arisen and stood proudly, defiantly, angrily before me, as though she might have been a freshly collared slave girl, brought in but an Ahn before, bound over the saddle of a kaiila, the fruit of a slave raid.
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I gasped.
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"Yes," she said, "I will reveal myself, but know that I will fight you to the death".
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Gracefully, insolently, the silken yellow sheet moved about and across her body and fell from her.
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She stood facing me, in pretended anger, graceful and beautiful.
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She wore the Sirik and was, of course, clad Kajir, clad in the Curla and Chatka, the red cord and the narrow strip of black leather; in the Kalmak, the brief vest, open and sleeveless, of black leather; and in the Koora, the strip of red cloth that bound back her brown hair.
"Do you dare free this girl?" she asked.
I spun about and to my astonishment saw that Elizabeth Cardwell had arisen and stood proudly, defiantly, angrily before me, as though she might have been a freshly collared slave girl, brought in but an Ahn before, bound over the saddle of a kaiila, the fruit of a slave raid.
I gasped.
"Yes," she said, "I will reveal myself, but know that I will fight you to the death".
Gracefully, insolently, the silken yellow sheet moved about and across her body and fell from her.
She stood facing me, in pretended anger, graceful and beautiful.
She wore the Sirik and was, of course, clad Kajir, clad in the Curla and Chatka, the red cord and the narrow strip of black leather; in the Kalmak, the brief vest, open and sleeveless, of black leather; and in the Koora, the strip of red cloth that bound back her brown hair.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )