Be silent, Slave," said I to her. Then suddenly she looked at me, boldly. She challenge me, in her stance and carriage, with her shoulders, her eyes "Chain me!" she demanded. "No," I said. "Use me," she cried, "or give me to your crew!" I regarded her. She stepped back a foot in the sand. She was frightened. She had been insolent. I stepped to her. She looked into my eyes. They were those of a Gorean master. With my hand I cuffed her brutally across the mouth, blasting her head to one side.

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