Taharian slaver of gor

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   "Father, where did I come from?"  A young boy of eight asked.

"I am not your father, my young apprentice."   The older man replied as he looked down at his young apprentice.

"Then who am I?"  The boy asked.

"Your father was from the North, your mother is of the desert.   Your father named you Sigvard, and your mother named you Timur!"  The older man said once more as he watched the young boy inspect a slave girl as they walked down a long line of coffle slaves.

"Is that all?"  He asked as he looked up at his teacher or father as he had thought all these years.

"That is all my boy.  Let us go and look at these girls from Earth!" 

He may be a slaver,  a proud and noble profession.  Yet he is a Master of none,  He searches for the fabled slave of slaves.  The weighed down not by chains, but by love.  Will he find her? Or will his search be futile?   Seeker of his desire?  His passion and the truth of who he truly is.   He knows that he is of a proud people.  Yet the Torvaldslander blood as well as the Taharian blood does not mix so well.  The glacier temper and the stormy temper of a wind storm on the Tahari.  His moods change as quick as the breeze. 

"Do you like her?"  A voice came from behind a curtain.   The teenager smiled at the beauty of the girl, hidden behind the sheet.   A steel collar locked on her throat.  She tried to pull the sheet up, to hide her even further.  Yet it would not happen, as the boy yanked it from her and the startled cried out in English.  ":No!" 

The teenager looked at her and began to walk around her. 

"She is barbarian!"  The older slaver replied. 

"How do I get there?"  The teenager asked.  

"You wish to travel to the slave planet?" 

"Yes I wish to enslave the world!"  A laugh came from behind the curtain. 


   

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