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."It is not just you," said Cabbage."Yesterday Radish even put two youngpeople out of the compound, a young man and woman.She found them touching oneanother.""Terrible!" said one of the Waniyanpi women, though I do not think shebelieved it."Go away!" said Radish, pointing out over the prairie."Go!""No, Tatankasa, Mitakola," said Cuwignaka, "do not kill them!"Radish drew back.My hand, in anger, had gone to the hilt of my sword."They banish even their own people," said Cuwignaka."I am a woman," said Radish, uncertainly.page 280~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~"I thought you were a Same," I said."Their blood is not worthy of your sword," said Cuwignaka."Kill us if you wish," said Pumpkin."We will not resist," said Carrot."Resistance is violence, and violence is wrong," said Cabbage."Aggresion must be met with love," said Carrot."Conquerors have often found that a useful philosphy to encourage in subjectpeoples," I said.I took my hand from the hilt of my sword."We need your aid," I said to Radish."You may not have it," she said, emboldened."Go away."I looked at the men."You are vile hypocries," I said."No," said Pumpkin, "not really.It is only that we are Waniyanpi.""We do whatever Radish tells us," said Carrot."Yes," said Cabbage."You have surrendered your manhood," I said."You are spineless weaklings."The men hung their heads."Let us go, Tatankasa," said Cuwignaka, "Mitakola."I looked at Pumpkin.He, of all of them, I had had hopes for."Pumpkin," I said.He lifted his head but then, again, put it down, not meeting my eyes."Come along, Mitakola," said Cuwignaka."Get up, Turnip," said Radish, angrily."You shame the Waniyanpi!""I have not yet been given permission to rise," said Turnip."You are kneeling before a man!" screamed Radish."Get up!" I wondered what itwas in Turnip's deferential attitude, in her postrue of submission, which soinflamed Radish."Yes," said Turnip."I am kneeling before a man!""Get up!" screamed Radish.Turnip turned to me, facing me."I kneel before you, Master," she said."Iincline my head to you, as a woman, and a slave.""Get up!" screamed Radish, beside herself with rage."I kiss and lick your feet, Master," said Turnip.There coursed through the women present, other than RAdish, a thrill of hororand pleasure.I heard several of them gasp.page 281~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Turnip knelt before me, the palms of her hands on the grass, her head down.I felt her lips and tongue, sweetly and softly, delicately, kissing andcaressing my feet."You are cast out!" screamed Radish."You are out of the compound!"Turnip paid Radish no attention.She lifted her head to me, and smiled."Take off the garb of Waniyanpi!" screamed Radish."You are not worthy of it!"Page 180 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"You may rise," I told Turnip.Turnip rose to her feet and, over her head, drew off the dismal, gray dress hehad worn.Underneath the dress she was stark naked.She then stood before us, verystraight and very beautiful.The women with the exception of Radish, lookedupon her admiringly, thrilled that she was so beautiful.The men averted theireyes, frightened and shamed."Exercising the prerogative of any Kaiila warrior, over nay slave in acompound of the Kaiila," said Cuwignaka, clearly and loudly, "I now claim thiswoman as my personal slave." He then regarded her."You are now my slave," hesaid."Yes, Master," she said.She knelt down swiftly and inclined her head to him.I was pleased to see that she did this quickly.She now understood that shewas no longer a Waniyanpi slave but was under a man's discipline."And your use," said Cuwignaka, pointing to me, "is his.""Yes, Master," she said, happily.As a slave myself, of course, I could ownnothing, not even the collar I wore.On the other hand I could certainly havethe use of a slave, who would then be to me as my own lsave, in all things."It will be up to him, of course," said Cuwignaka, "as to whether or not hechooses to accept your use.""Accept my use, Master," she begged."Please.""What if I do not accept her use?" I asked Cuwignaka."Then we will leave her behind, cast out of the Waniyanpi compound to die,"said Cuwignaka."Please accept my use, Master," she begged.I looked down upon her."I learned long ago, at the paws of a master's kaiila, that I was a slave,"she said."I learned it, too, in receiving the blow of a quirt, of a stongman." This was a blow I had administered to her sometime ago, preparatory toquestioning her in the matter of the attacked wagon train and column
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