 I remember my childhood well. we lived in the City of Port Kar where my father was a Brew Master and made some of the finest paga in all of Gor. He was a drunk and abandoned my mother and I when I was about ten. My mother was taken in payment for debts, and on the day the guards came, she told me to run and hide. Because of my small stature, I was able to climb through the kitchen window and out into the alley. For days, I wandered the streets of Port Kar and eventually was taken in by a band of she- urts. We were four in number, small in size, ragged and dirty little girls, who scavenged through the garbage of the Spice Pier down by the taverns. Out of necessity, we often sold ourselves to the tavern guards. We lived by begging and stealing small things and slept under the wharf or in crates in the alleys.
Once or twice a year when there were complaints, the she-urts were rounded up and taken to the proctor where they would be sentenced to a life of slavery. Seeing the guards moving down the alley gathering the numerous gangs of she-urts, I once again made an escape plan and hid in the back of a Merchant's wagon bound for City of Turia, a ride that took many days.Upon reaching the City of Turia, I knew that I would not be able to stay there long due to the numerous guards about the city. So, in the dark of night, I stole some slices of bread and a bota of water, headed out of the city and began walking towards the Plains. My golden head of curls became dirty and matted and my body filthy, clothes were nothing but rags. From the distance, rode a Man on a kailla. I began to run but He quickly caught me with a bola and tied a rope about my neck. Scared I walked or was dragged behind His kailla. I kept getting smaller and smaller and dirtier and dirtier to finally they arrived at night at the Camp of Harigga the Home of the Tuckuk .The man on the kailla was called Stargazer and, when He looked down, he saw nothing but rags. He left me at the feet of the Ubar. That night I felt the need to dance...dance my heart. As strange as it seems, once collared, became joyful and content. Somewhere hidden in the deepest part of this one was a girl begging to be taken by Men and made a slave. I had thought all of the time that I was a she-urt, that I hated Men but instead I am begging to be put at Their feet. I am lil tally, five foot tall with a golden mane of curls, sky blue eyes, and ivory skin...a slave of the Ubar. |