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largely by automation. Kurii are naturally carnivorous, but in the limited environments of the Steel Worlds a number of processed foods have been developed, with which they may be nourished. Humans, and other animals, too, of course, were commonly raised for food. Following the services of a number of human allies in the rebellion, however, humans are no longer eaten in the Steel World in question, and, I understand, in certain of the others. The “cattle humans” who were raised specifically for meat are herded about and cared for, or relocated, but no longer eaten. It is supposed they will eventually disappear as they are large, clumsy, lumbering beasts disinclined to mate. Their numbers in the past were increased by means of artificial insemination. The ships of Peisistratus, incidentally, were docked within the Pleasure Cylinder. It was from one of its locks that his ship had exited, and sped to Gor.
    “Ramar is gone,” she said, looking toward the forest.
    “Yes,” I said.
    “You freed him,” she said.
    “Of course,” I said. “He should be free.”
    “Should I not be free?” she asked.
    “No,” I said.
    “I do not mind being as I am,” she said.
    “It does not matter whether you do or not,” I said.
    “I see,” she said. “My will is nothing.”
    “Precisely,” I said.
    “You would keep me as I am?”
    “Of course.”
    “Why?” she asked.
    “You are a female,” I said.
    “Many females are free,” she said.
    “True,” I said.
    “Do you think that women should be slaves?”
    “The most desirable ones, of course,” I said. “They are of the most interest. The others do not matter.”
    “I have heard that Goreans believe all women should be slaves,” she said.
    “You could probably find a Gorean free woman who does not accept that, but then she has not been in the collar.”
    “If she were in the collar, she would change her mind?”
    “If she were in the collar,” I said, “it does not matter whether she changed her mind or not.”
    “She would still be in the collar.”
    “Of course.”
    “I suppose that Gorean men,” she said, “believe all women should be slaves.”
    “I would not know what all Gorean men believe,” I said, “but many Gorean men believe that all women are slaves, only that not all of them are in collars, as they should be.”
    “I see,” she said.
    I looked upon her, as one such as she may be looked upon.
    She straightened her body.
    “Shall I strip and assume inspection position?” she inquired.
    I did not respond to her. I recalled she had earlier referred to the Lady Bina, but had omitted her title, as “Lady.” That title is given only to free women, unless it might be, in virtue of its inappropriateness, bestowed in such a way as to terrify one such as she.
    In inspection position one such as she would normally be stripped, and standing with her feet spread, and her hands clasped either behind the back of her neck, or behind her head. In this way the breasts are lifted nicely, and, given the position of the hands, one has no interference to one’s vision, and, similarly, one may, perhaps walking about her, test her for firmness, and for vitality, and such things. Teeth are often examined, as well. A barbarian girl, brought from Earth, often can be told from fillings in the teeth. Another common mark is a vaccination mark, usually thought by Goreans to be an Earth brand. Goreans prefer, of course, Gorean brands, which are commonly clear, tasteful, unmistakable, and beautiful.
    “You are no longer on the Steel World,” I said. “Here is a planet, with openness. You are not now encircled with curving walls of steel. Perhaps you think things will be different for you here.”
    “Doubtless in some respects,” she said.
    “Essentially?”
    “I do not know,” she said.
    “They will not be,” I said. “This is Gor.”
    “I wear a collar,” she said.
    “Precisely,” I said.
    “Collar!” I snapped.
    Instantly she faced me, holding