…..the women of the Wagon Peoples, incidentally, keep a calendar based on the phases of Gor's largest moon. Nomads of Gor, page 12
Tuchuk women, unveiled, in their long leather dresses, long hair bound in braids, tended cooking pots hung on "tem-wood tripods over dung fires. These women were unscarred, but like the bosk themselves, each wore a nose ring. That of the animals is heavy and of gold, that of the women also of gold but tiny and fine, not unlike the wedding rings of my old world. Nomads of Gor, page 27
The women of the Wagon Peoples, it might be mentioned, are not permitted to pray; many of them, however, do patronize the haruspexes, who, besides foretelling the future with a greater or lesser degree of accuracy for generally reasonable fees, provide an incredible assemblage of amulets, talismans, trinkets, philters, potions, spell papers, wonder-working sleen teeth, marvellous powdered kailiauk horns, and colored, magic strings that, depending on the purpose, may be knotted in various ways and worn about the neck. Nomads of Gor, page 28
The dour women of the Wagon Peoples, I saw, looked on these girls with envy and hatred, sometimes striking them with sticks if they should approach too closely the cooking pots and attempt to steal a piece of meat.
"I will tell your master!" screamed one.
The girl laughed at her and with a toss of her auburn hair, bound in the Koora, ran off between the wagons. Nomads of Gor, page 30
"Stand aside, you fool!" cried a girl's voice, and to my astonishment, astride the saddle of the monster I espied a girl, young, astonishingly beautiful, vital, angry, pulling at the control straps of the animal.
She was not as the other women of the Wagon Peoples I had seen, the dour, thin women with braided hair, bending over the cooking pots.
She wore a brief leather skirt, slit on the right side to allow her the saddle of the kaiila; her leather blouse was sleeveless; attached to her shoulders was a crimson cape; and her wild black hair was bound back by a band of scarlet cloth. Like the other women of the Wagons she wore no veil and, like them, fixed in her nose was the tiny, fine ring that proclaimed her people.
Her skin was a light brown and her eyes a charged, sparkling black.
"What fool is this?" she demanded of Kamchak.
"No fool," said Kamchak, "but Tarl Cabot, a warrior, one who has held in his hands with me grass and earth."
"He is a stranger," she said. "He should be slain!"
Kamchak grinned up at her. "He has held with me grass and earth," he said.
The girl gave a snort of contempt and kicked her small, spurred heels into the Banks of the kaiila and bounded away.
Kamchak laughed. "She is Hereena, a wench of the First Wagon," he said.
"Tell me of her," I said.
"What is there to tell?" asked Kamchak.
"What does it mean to be of the First Wagon?" I asked.
Kamchak laughed. "You know little of the Wagon Peoples," he said.
"That is true," I admitted.
"To be of the First Wagon," said Kamchak, "is to be of the household of Kutaituchik."
I repeated the name slowly, trying to sound it out. It is pronounced in four syllables, divided thus: Ku-tai-tu-chik.
"He then is the Ubar of the Tuchuks?" I said.
"His wagon," smiled Kamchak, "is the First Wagon and it is Kutaituchik who sits upon the gray robe."
"The gray robe?" I asked.
"That robe," said Kamchak, "which is the throne of the Ubars of the Tuchuks."
It was thus I first learned the name of the man whom I understood to be Ubar of this fierce people.
"You will sometime be taken into the presence of Kutaituchik," said Kamchak. "I myself," he said, 'must often go to the wagon of the Ubar."
I gathered from this remark that Kamchak was a man of no little importance among the Tuchuks.
"There are a hundred wagons in the personal household of Kutaituchik," said Kamchak. 'Not be of any of these wagons is to be of the First Wagon."
"I see," I said. "And the girl-she on the kaiila-is perhaps the daughter of Kutaituchik, Ubar of the Tuchuks?"
"No," said Kamchak. "She is unrelated to him, as are most in the First Wagon."
"She seemed much different than the other Tuchuk women," I said.
Kamchak laughed, the colored scars wrinkling on his broad face. "Of course," said Kamchak, "she has been raised to be fit prize in the games of Love and War." Nomads of Gor, page 32-33
…some of the plainer women are sold for as little as a brass cup; a really beautiful girl, particularly if of free birth and high caste, might bring as much as forty pieces of gold; such are, however, seldom sold; the Wagon Peoples enjoy being served by civilized slaves of great beauty and high station; during the day, in the heat and dust, such girls will care for the wagon bosk and gather fuel for the dung fires; at night they will please their masters. The Wagon Peoples sometimes are also willing to barter silks to the Turians, but commonly they keep these for their own slave girls, who wear them in the secrecy of the wagons; free women, incidentally, among the Wagon Peoples are not permitted to wear silk; it is claimed by those of the Wagons, delightfully I think, that any woman who loves the feel of silk on her body is, in the secrecy of her heart and blood, a slave girl, whether or not some master has yet forced her to don the collar. It might be added that there are two items which the Wagon Peoples will not sell or trade to Turia, one is a living bosk and the other is a girl from the city itself, though the latter are sometimes, for the sport of the young men, allowed, as it is said, to run for the city. They are then hunted from the back of the kaiila with bola and thongs. Nomads of Gor, page 57-58
The Gorean girl is, even if free, accustomed to slavery; she will perhaps own one or more slaves herself; she knows that she is weaker than men and what this can mean; she knows that cities fall and caravans are plundered; she knows she might even, by a sufficiently bold warrior, be captured in her own quarters and, bound and hooded, be carried on tarnback over the walls of her own city. More-over, even if she is never enslaved, she is familiar with the duties of slaves and what is expected of them; if she should be enslaved she will know, on the whole, what is expected of her, what is permitted her and what is not; moreover, the Gorean girl is literally educated, fortunately or not, to the notion that it is of great importance to know how to please men; accordingly, even girls who will be free companions, and never slaves, learn the preparation and serving of exotic dishes, the arts of walking, and standing and being beautiful the care of a man's equipment, the love dances of their city, and so on. Nomads of Gor, page 63
Her face could not be seen, for it was veiled, a white silken veil trimmed with gold, nor even her hair, for it was hidden in the folds of the free woman's Robes of Concealment, in her case, of course, done in the colors of the merchants. Nomads of Gor, page 91
This supposition was later confirmed by Kamchak. Saphrar was not related to the girl, but had been appointed by the Turian merchants, on whom he undoubtedly exercised considerable influence, the guardian of the girl following the death of her father in a Paravaci caravan raid several years before. The father of Aphris of Turia, Tethrar of Turia, had been the richest merchant in this city, itself one of the richest cities of Gor. There had been no surviving male heir and the considerable wealth of Tethrar of Turia was now that of his daughter, Aphris, who would assume control of these remarkable fortunes upon attaining her majority, which event was to occur this spring. Nomads of Gor, page 91-92
Aphris now turned to me. She gestured to the ladies at the tables, with their escorts. "Are the women of Turia not beautiful?" she asked.
"Indeed," I admitted, for there were none present who were not, in their own ways, beautiful.
She laughed, for some reason.
"In my city," I said, "free women would not permit themselves to be seen unveiled before strangers." Nomads of Gor, page 96
It then occurred to me, suddenly, that, following Gorean civic law, the properties and titles, assets and goods of a given individual who is reduced to slavery are automatically regarded as having been transferred to the nearest male relative or nearest relative if no adult male relative is available or to the city or to, if pertinent, a guardian. Thus, if Aphris of Turia, by some mischance, were to fall to Kamchak, and surely slavery, her considerable riches would be immediately assigned to Saphrar, merchant of Turia. Moreover, to avoid legal complications and free the assets for investment and manipulation, the transfer is asymmetrical, in the sense that the individual, even should he somehow later recover his freedom, retains no legal claim whatsoever on the transferred assets. Nomads of Gor, page 103
One by one the screened palanquin of the damsels of Turia were placed on the grass and a serving slave placed before each a silken mat that the inmate of the palanquin, in stopping from her seclusion, might not act the toe or head of her sandal or slipper.
The wagon girls, watching this, some of them chewing on fruit or stalks of grass, jeered.
One by one, clad in the proud arrays of resplendent silks, each in the Robes of Concealment, the damsels of Turia, veiled and straight-standing, emerged from their palanquins, scarcely concealing their distaste for the noise and clamor about them.
Judges were now circulating, each with lists, among the Wagon Peoples and the Turians.
As I knew, not just any girl, any more than just any warrior, could participate in the games of Love War. Only the most beautiful were eligible, and only the most beautiful of these could be chosen.
A girl might propose herself to stand, as had Aphris of Turia, but this would not guarantee that she would be chosen, for the criteria of Love War are exacting and, as much as possible, objectively applied. Only the most beautiful of the most beautiful could stand in this harsh sport. Nomads of Gor, page 117
"There is no freer nor higher nor more beautiful woman," I said, "than the Gorean Free Companion. Compare her with your average wife of Earth."
"The Tuchuk women," said Elizabeth, "have a miserable lot."
"Few of them," I said, "would be regarded in the cities as a Free Companion." Nomads of Gor, page 290
It might be mentioned that nose rings are favored in some areas more than in others, and by some peoples more than others. On behalf of the nose ring, too, it should be mentioned that among the Wagon Peoples, even free women wear such rings. This, however, is unusual on Gor. The nose ring, most often, is worn by a slave. Savages of Gor, page 11
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