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.She was now apromising slave.Some red savages passed us from time to time, going about their business, butthey paid us little attention.We were only slaves."Thank you, Master, for touching me," she whispered, "for consenting to put meto your uses."page 183~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~"You served well, Slave," I said."I am pleased," she said, "if I have served you well, and in the way of awoman.""And of a slave," I said."Yes, Master," she smiled, kissing me.She drew back, then, and lay on her side, with her legs drawn up.Themarvelous, turned breadth of her thigh was beautiful.How delicious are suchcreatures.How natural it is that men should choose to institutionalize theirownership."Things are going well for the Kaiila," I said."Your master has acquired abeautiful white slave.My Master, and friend, Canka, of the Isbu, has retainedhis own slave and love, a girl named Winyela, also a luscious white slave, andmy friend, Cuwignaka, after years of waiting is, at last, going to enter thelodge of the great dance." I smiled to myself.How naturally I had thought ofthe former Miss Millicent Aubrey-Welles, of high family, and once a debutantein Pennsylvania, as only another luscious white slave in the Barrens.This wasappropriate, of course, for that was now all she was, that and her master'slove."I am happy for him," she said."There is plenty of meat in the camp," I said, "and this is a time offestivals and dances, of feasts, visitings and giveaways.""I myself was exchanged in a giveaway," she smiled."Much to the chagrin, as it turned out, of your former master, Iunderstand," I said."Yes," she smiled."And perhaps most splendidly," I said, "it seems that there is soon to bepeace between the Kaiila and the Yellow Knives.Even now civil chiefs of theYellow Knives are in the camp.""They are not civil chiefs," she said."What?" I asked."I ahve seen the Yellow-Knife chieftains in the camp," she said."I saw themcoming to the camp days ago, when I was in the herd.I saw them last night ata late feast, when I was being brought to my master's lodge.I saw them thismorning, near the lodge of Watonka, in the Isanna camp.They are not civilchieftains.""You are mistaken," I said."I was a slave of Yellow Knives for a time," she said."I know."Page 118 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"They are not civil chieftains?" I asked."I saw the civil chieftains of the Yellow Knives at a page 184~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~coucil," she said."It was only some weeks ago.Shortly thereafter I wastaken by Isanna warriors in a raid.""It seems too early for there to have been a council," I said."There was a council," she said."Had the Pte arrived?" I asked.I would have expected such a council to becorrelated with the coming of the Pte and the gathering of Yellow-Knife bandsfor the great hunts.The Pte would be expected to arrive in the territories ofthe Kaiila before arriving in those of the Yellow Knives."No," she said."Interesting," I said."Do you know the topic or topics of the council?""No," she said."Some weeks ago," I said, "there was a raid on a large wagon train and amercenary column of sodiers.Do you know of this?""Yes," she said."Captives were brought to the Yellow-Knife camp.""Was the council before or after the raid?" I asked."Several days after it," she said."That, too, is interesting," I said."You are certain that you do not knowwhat the council was about?""No, Master," she said."I was not taught to speak Yellow Knife.I know almostnothing of it.Among them I performed, on the whole, only the most menial oflabors, commonly guided in my work only by cuffings and the blows of whips.Tothem I was only a kind of she-kaiila, a two-legged beast of burden.""Such labors," I said, "seem fittingly assigned to sexually inert slaves.""Yes, master," she said, "but they are imposed, too, sometimes, even on themost passionate of their women.""Of course," I said."In this council," she said, "I saw the civil chieftains of the YellowKnives.They are not the same men who are now in the camp.""You are mistaken," I said."No, Master," she said."Have you seen these men in camp before," I asked, "the Yellow Knives?""Yes, Master," she said."They are civil chieftains," I said."No, Master," she said.page 185~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~"Do you know what they are?" I asked."Yes, Master," she said."What are they?" I asked."War chiefs," she said.Chapter 17AN ASSESSMENT OF THE INFORMATION OF OIPUTAKE"Canka!" I cried
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