It was still dark, but could not be long before morning.
In one of the lights I saw a hatch in the top of the disk open. A man crawled out. He wore a black tunic. The other men were dressed conventionally,
those I saw then in the clearing.
Some further lights then, gradually, increased in intensity.
In the center of the clearing there was a large, dark shape, much larger than the small one, but not particularly different in design or appearance. It
might have been thirty feet in diameter, perhaps some seven or eight feet in thickness. It rested on the grass. It was made of black metal. There were
various ports in it, and hatch apertures. A large door, in the side facing me, had been opened. It opened in such a way as to touch the ground and
formed a sort of ramp, by means of which the ship could be loaded.
"Who are you? What is this?" I had whispered.
"You may release her," said the man to he who held me.
He did so.
I stood among them.
I could now see there was a truck at another side of the clearing. Boxes of various sized were being removed from it and being placed in the ship.
"Did you like your collar?" asked the man, pleasantly.
(pg. 28) Inadvertently my fingers went to my throat.
He stepped behind me and tore open the top button of my black, bare-midriff blouse. I felt a small key being inserted into the small, heavy lock. The
collar sprung open.
"You will doubtless have another," he said. He handed the collar to another man, who took it away.
He regarded me.
I still clutched the handbag.
"Let me go," I whispered. "I have money. Here. And jewelry. And much more. It's yours. Please."
I fumbled in the handbag and thrust the bills and the jewelry into his hands.
He handed the bills and jewelry to another man. He did not want them.
The men now began to bring, not gently, certain large, square boxes from the truck, which they placed near the large, open hatch on the ship.
I clutched my handbag in my right hand, half-opened. Sick.
The large man took my left hand and removed the wristwatch from it.
"You will not need this," he said. He handed the watch to another man.
The time was five forty-two.
The men unloading the truck began to unsnap the sides of the large wooden boxes placed near the open hatch on the ship.
I watched in horror.
Inside each, secured with heavy straps and buckles, attached to rings in the box, was a girl. Each was unclothed. Each was unconscious. Each was
gagged. Each wore a collar.
The men freed the girls, removing from them the gags and collars, and fastening on the left ankle of each what appeared to be a steel band.
They were then carried, unconscious, into the ship.
I screamed and turned to run. A man clutched at me. My hand tore the butcher knife from my handbag and I slashed wildly at him. He cried out in pain,
holding his cut, bloody sleeve. I stumbled and got up to run. But they (pg. 29) were all about me, encircling me. I raised the knife to strike at them,
wildly. Then I seemed my whole hand and wrist and arm was struck with some fantastic, numbing shock. The knife fell from my fingers. I sobbed with the
pain. One of the men picked up the knife. Another took me by the arm and dragged me back before the large man. I was hunched over, and looked up at
him, sobbing, tears in my eyes.
The large man replaced a small implement in his jacket pocket. It resembled a pocket flashlight. But the beam that had struck me I had not seen.
"The pain will not last long," the man informed me.
"Please," I begged him. "Please."
"You were superb," he said.
I looked at him, numbly.
The man whom I had slashed with the knife stood behind him, holding his arm, grinning.
"Have your arm attended to," said the large man. The other grinned again and turned away, going toward the truck.
One of the men from the dark, disklike shape, the smaller one, which had followed me, approached. "There is little time," he said.
The large man nodded. But he did not seem perturbed, nor hurried.
He looked at me, carefully. "Stand straight," he said, not ungently.
I tried to stand straight. My arm still felt paralyzed from the shock. I could not move my fingers.
He touched the bloodied cut on my belly, where the branch had struck me. Then, with his hand, he lifted my head, turning it, looking at the cut on my
"We are not pleased," he said.
I said nothing.
"Bring salve," he said.
An ointment was brought, and he smeared it across the two cuts. It was odorless. To my surprise it seemed to be absorbed almost immediately.
"You must be more careful," he said.
Again I said nothing.
(pg. 20) "You might have marked yourself," he said, "or might have been blinded." He returned the ointment to another man. "They are superficial," he
told me, "and will heal without trace."
"Let me go!" I cried. "Please! Please!"
"There is little time, little time!" urged the man in the black tunic.
"Bring her handbag," said the large man, calmly. It was brought to him, from whence it had fallen when I had tried to escape.
He looked at me.
"Perhaps you are interested in knowing how you were followed?" he asked.
I nodded, numbly.
From the handbag he extracted an object.
"What is this?" he asked.
"My compact," I told him.
He smiled, and turned it over. He unscrewed the bottom. Inside there was a tiny cylinder, fused to a round, circular plate, covered with tiny, copperish
lines. "This device," he said, "transmits a signal, which can be picked up by our equipment at a distance of one hundred miles." He smiled. "A similar such
device," he said, "was concealed beneath your automobile."
"It will be dawn in six Ehn," said the man in the tunic. I could see that there was a lightness in the east.
I could see that there was a lightness in the east.
I did not understand what he said.
The large man nodded at the man in the black tunic. The man in the black tunic then lifted his arm. The small disklike ship then slowly lifted and moved
toward the large ship. A port in the large ship slid upward. The small ship moved inside. I could briefly see men, in black tunics, inside, fastening it to
plates in a steel flooring. Then the port slid shut again. The remains of the boxes had now been replaced in the truck. Here and there, about the
clearing, men were moving about, gathering up equipment. They placed these things in the truck.
(pg. 31)I could now move my arm and, barely, the fingers of my hand.
"But your ship," I said, "the small one, could not seem to find me."
"It found you," he said.
"The light," I said, "it couldn't catch me."
"You think it was misfortune that you stumbled into our camp?' he asked.
I nodded, miserably.
I looked at him, with horror.
"The light," he said, "You ran always to avoid it."
"You were herded here,"
I cried out with misery.
He turned to a subordinate. "Have you brought Miss Brinton's anklet?"
The subordinate then handed him an anklet. I could see that it was steel. It was open. It had a hinged catch.
Then I stood before them as I had, in the tan slacks, in the black, bare-midriff blouse, save that I now wore a steel anklet.
"Observe," said the large man, indicating the black ship. As I watched it, it seemed that lights began to flicker on its surface, and then it seemed that
tendrils of light began to interweave across its steel, and, before my eyes, it began to change color, turning a grayish blue, streaked with white.
I could now see the first streak of light in the east.
"This is a technique of field-light camouflage," said the large man. "It is primitive. The radar-screening device, within, is more sophisticated. But the light
camouflage technique has considerably reduced sightings of our craft. Further, of course, we do little more, normally, with the large craft then arrive and
depart, at given points. The smaller craft is used more extensively, but normally only at night, and in isolated areas. It, too, incidentally, is equipped for
light-camouflage and radar-screening."
I understood very little of what he said.
(pg. 32) "Shall we strip her?" asked one of the subordinates.
"No," said the large man.
The large man stepped behind me. "Shall we go to the ship?" he asked.
I did not move.
I turned to face him.
"Hurry!" called the man in the black tunic, from within the large ship. "Dawn in two Ehn!"
"Who are you? What do you want?" I begged.
"Curiosity," he said, " is not becoming in a Kajira."
I stared at him.
"You might be beaten for it," he said.
"Hurry! Hurry!" cried the man in the black tunic. "We must make rendezvous!"
"Please," invited the large man, gesturing to the ship with one hand.
Numbly I turned and preceded him to the ship. At the foot of the ramp I trembled.
"Hurry, Kajira," said he, gently.
I ascended the steel ramp. I turned. He was standing back on the grass.
"In your time," he said, "dawn occurs at this meridian and latitude, on this day, at six sixteen."
I saw the sun's rim at the edge of my world, rising, touching it. In the east there was dawn. It was the first dawn I had ever seen. It was not that I had
not stayed up all night, even many times. It was only that I had never watched a sunrise.
"Farewell, Kajira," said the man.
I cried out and extended my arms. The steel ramp swung upward and locked in place, shutting me in the ship. A sealing door then slid across the closed
ramp, it, too, locking in place. I pounded on its plates, wildly, sobbing.
Strong hands seized me from behind, one of the men in a black tunic. There was a tiny, three-pronged scar on his right cheekbone. I was dragged
weeping and kicking through the ship, between tiers of piping and plating.
Then I was in a curved area, where, fixed in racks on the wall, sloping to the floor, were several large, transparent (pg. 33) cylinders, perhaps of heavy
plastic. In these were the girls I had seen, those who had been taken from the truck.
One tube was empty.
Another man, clad as the first, unscrewed one end of the empty tube.
I could see that there were two small hoses, one at each end, fixed in each tube. They led into a machine fixed in the wall.
I struggled wildly, but the two men, one at my ankles, the other holding me under the arms, forced me into the tube. My prison was perhaps eighteen
inches in diameter. The lid to the tube was screwed shut. I screamed and screamed, pushing and kicking at the cylinder. I turned on my side. I pressed
my hands against the walls of the tube. The men did not seem to notice me.
Then I began to feel faint. It was hard to breathe.
One of the men attached a small hose to a tiny opening in the tube, above my head.
I lifted my head.
Oxygen streamed into the tube.
Another hose was attached at the other end of the tube, above my feet. There was a tiny, almost inaudible noise, as of air being withdrawn.
I could breathe.
The two men then seemed to brace themselves, by holding onto some rails, part of the racking of the piping. I suddenly felt as though I were in an
elevator, and for the moment could not breathe. I knew then we were ascending. From the feeling of my body, pressing against the tube, I thought we
must be ascending vertically, or nearly vertically. There was no peculiarly, powerful stresses, and very little unpleasantness. It was swift, and
frightening, but not painful. I heard no sound of motors, or engines.
After perhaps a minute the two men, holding to the railing, moved from the room.
The strange sensation continued for some time. Then, after a time, I seemed pressed against the side of the tube, rather cruelly, for perhaps several
minutes. Then, suddenly, no forces seemed to play upon me, and, to my horror, I (pg. 34) drifted to the other side of the tube. Then, after a moment of
this, a very gently force seemed to bring me back to the side of the tube on my right. Oddly enough, I now thought of this as down. Shortly thereafter
one of the men in a black tunic, wearing sandals with metal plates on the bottoms, stepped carefully, step by step, across the steel plating. It had been
the floor, but now it seemed as though it were a wall at my left, and he moved strangely on the wall.
He went to the machine into which the hoses from the tubes led, and moved a small dial.
In a moment I sensed something different in the air being conducted into my tube.
There were several similar dials, beneath various switches, doubtless one for each of the containers.
I tried to attract his attention. I called out. Apparently he could not hear me. Or was not interested in doing so.
I was vaguely aware that now the gentle force seemed to draw my body against the tube differently. I was vaguely aware that now the ceiling and floor
seemed as they should be. I saw, not fully conscious of it, the man leave the room.
I looked out through the plastic. I pressed my hands against the heavy, curved, transparent walls of my small prison.
The proud Elinor Brinton had not escaped.
She was a prisoner.
I fell unconscious.
At last, about twenty yards from the ship, I circled I fearfully.
It was torn open, the steel plating split and bent, scorched and blistered.
There was no sign of life.
I then approached the ship, half buried in the grass. I (pg. 37) looked inside, trough one of the great rents in the steel. Its edges seemed to have
melted and hardened. In places there were frozen rivulets of steel, as though heavy trickles of paint had run from a brush and then hardened. The
inside of the ship was black and scorched. The piping, in several places, was ruptured. Panels were split apart, revealing a complex, blackened circuitry
within. The heavy glass, or quartz or plastic, in the ports was, in many places, broken through.
Barefoot, on the steel plating, buckled under my feet, the bolts broken, I entered the ship, holding my breath.
There seemed no one there.
The interior of the ship was compactly organized, with often only small spaces between tiers of tubing, piping and meters. Sometimes these small
passages were half closed with bent pipes and tangles of wire erupted from the sides, but I managed to crawl where I wished to.
I found what seemed to be a control room, with two chairs and a large port before them. In this room there were also chairs about the side, four of
them, before masses of dials, gauges and switches. There was no engine room that I could find. Whatever force drove the ship must have been beneath
it, reached perhaps through the floor plating. The engines of the ship, and its weapons, if weapons it had, must have been operated from the control
room. I found the area where the heavy plastic tubes had been kept, in one of which I had been confined. The tubes had all been opened. They were
empty. Captive of Gor, page 36-37
From Captive of Gor, Elinors story on how she was picked up to become a
slave in the work of the Kurii.
The man holding me guided me from where I stood to a place at one side
of the clearing. The other man accompanied him, and some others.
The yellow light flashed off, and the dark, disklike shape settled gently to
the grass of the clearing.
|This research is done on the series of books written by John Norman, the comments in italics are mine and my point of view.
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