Following me down the gangplank, clad in a black haik, could have been only my companion, the pitiful free woman who shared my poverty. The haik,
black, covers the woman from head to toe. At the eyes, there is a tiny bit of black lace, through which she may see. On her feet were soft, black,
nonheeled slippers, with curled toes, they were, decorated with a lind of silver thread.
Beneath the haik none needed know the woman was naked and wore a collar. Tribesmen of Gor, page 43

A merchant passed me, climbing the stones of the street. He wore a striped, hooded, sleeved, loose robe, a djellaba. The striping was that of the
Teehra, a district southwest of Tor, bordering on the Tahari. Following him, in a black haik, was a woman. Suddenly I was startled. As she passed me,
her stride small and measured, I heard the clink of light chain, the sound of ankle bells. She was slave. She turned her head, briefly, to look at me; I
saw her eyes, dark, through the tiny opening in the haik, through the tiny, black-lace screen, about an inch in height and four inches in width. Then,
with a rustle of the chain, and the tiny music of her bells, she turned swiftly, following her master. Beneath the haik, I supposed her collared, naked.
The use of a light walking chain, tethering the ankles, meant to be worn abroad, accompanying the master, incidentally, is not uncommon in the
regions of the Tahari. A beautifully measured gait is thought, in the Tahari, to be attractive in a woman. There is dispute as to the desirable length of
the stride, and the chain may be adjusted accordingly. To me it seems obvious that one must experiment with the given girl. Height and hip structure
vary. I resolved to obtain such a set of chains for Miss Blake-Allen. I was curious to see what measure of stride would best suit the slave in her. Free
women, in the Tahari, incidentally, usually, when out of their houses, also measure their stride. Some fasten their own ankles together with silken
thongs. Some dare even the chain, though they retain its key. Free girls, not yet companions, but of an age appropriate for the companionship,
sometimes signal their availability to possible swains by belling their left ankles with a single "virgin bell." The note of this bell, which is bright and
clear, is easily distinguished from those of the degrading, sensual bells of the slave. Sometimes free girls, two or more of them, as a girlish lark, obtain
slave bells and, chaining their ankles, dress themselves in their haiks and go about the city. Sometimes their girlish amusement does not turn out as
they expect. Sometimes they find themselves being sold in markets at obscure eases. Tribesmen of Gor, page 44-45

"Find Aya," I would tell her. "Beg her to put you to work." Aya was one of the slave women of Farouk.
Once she had dared to say to me, " But Aya makes me do all her work!"
I kicked the kaiila toward her, and she was buffeted from her feet rolling in the gravel, and then lay, hands shielding her face, on her back beneath the
very paws of the beast, it hissing and stamping, scratching at the gravel about her.
"Hurry!" I told her.
She scrambled to her feet, and fled to Aya. "I hurry, Master!" she cried. Inadvertently, she had cried in Gorean. I was pleased.
Of course Aya exploited her. It was my intention that she should. But, too, Aya, with her kaiila strap, continued her lessons in Gorean. Too, she taught
her skills useful to a Tahari female, the making of ropes from kaiila hair, the cutting and plaiting of reins, the weaving of cloth and mats, the decoration
and beading of leather goods, the use of the mortar and pestle, the use of the grain quern, the preparation and spicing of stews, the cleaning of verr
and, primarily when we camped near watering holes in the vicinity of nomads, the milking of verr and kaiila. Too, she was taught the churning of milk in
skin bags.
"She is making me learn the labors of a free woman," once had complained Alyena to me.
I had gestured her to her knees. "You are a poor sort," I told her. To a nomad I may sell you. In his tent the heavy labors of the free woman will
doubtless be yours, in addition to the labors of a slave."
"I would have to work as a free woman," she whispered, "and yet be also a slave?"
"Yes," I said. Tribesmen of Gor, page 72-73
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This research is done on the series of books written by John Norman, the comments in italics are mine and my point of view.
Woman of Gor
Free Women of Different Cultures
Free Women of Gor
Free Women of the Tahari