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I did not, based on what had earlier transpired, doubt this. Indeed, my judicious, relentless tormenting of her, the cruelty of my questioning, had done much to confirm not only the words of Ibn Saran, but my own conjectures. I had not been gentle with the slave, but, too, I remembered Klima. Why should I permit her even a shred of slave silk to hide behind? She seemed desperately determined, of course, still, before me, a former man of Earth, however foolishly, to present the postures, pretenses, and attitudes of a free Earth woman, apparently hoping that I would somehow commiserate with her and regard her as a free woman unfortunately placed in bondage. But from Ibn Saran I had learned she had, her brittle defenses overridden and crushed, learned that, instead, on Earth, she had been a slave who, merely, had not yet been placed in bondage. I should have seen that before, when she was brought to the camp of the Wagon Peoples, her neck bound to the lance, run between kaiila, when she had been in the pelt of the red larl, when she had worn the nose ring, and been exhibited in the chatka and curla, the kalmak and koora. It seemed she was ready to bare her slave, upon command, to a Gorean, but was reluctant to reveal her to a man of her own world. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter )