Raiders of Gor (2 page)

to meeting him. Yet it was said, by those I trusted, that he has served the

Priest-Kings well.

I was not particularly surprised at finding a bit of rep-cloth tied on the rence

plant, for the delta is inhabited. Man has not surrendered it entirely to the

tharlarion, the UI and the salt leach. There are scattered, almost invisible,

furtive communites of rence growers who eke out their livelihood in the delta,

nominally under the surzerainty of Port Kar. The cloth I found had probably been

a trail mark for some rence growers.

A kind of paper is made from rence. The plant itself has a long, thick root,

about four inches thick, which lies horizontally under the surface of the water;

small roots sink downward into the mud from this main root, and several “stems,”

as many as a dozen, rise from it, often of the length of fifteen to sixteen feet

from the root; it has an excrescent, usually single floral spike.

The plant has many uses besides serving as a raw product in the manufacture of

rence paper. The root, which is woody and heavy, is used for certain wooden

tools and utensils, which can be carved from it; also, when dried, it makes a

good fuel; from the stem the rence growers can make reed boats, sails, mats,

cords and the kind of fibrous cloth; further, its pith is edible, and for the

rence growers is, with fish, a staple in their diet; the pith is edible both raw

and cooked; some men, lost in the delta, not knowing the pith edible, have died

of starvation the the midst of what was, had they known it, an almost endless

abundance of food. The pith is also used, upon occasion, as a caulking for boat

seams, but tow and pitch, covered with tar or grease, are generally used.

Rence paper is made by slicing the stem into thin, narrow strips; those near the

center of the plant are particularyly favored; one layer of strips is placed

longitudinally, and then a shorter layer is placed latitudinally across the

first layer; these two surfaces are then soaked under water, which releases a

gluelike substance from the fibers, melding the two surfaces into a single,

rectangular sheet; these formed sheets are then hammered and dried in the sun;

roughness in removed by polishing, usually with a smooth shell or a bit of

kailiauk horn; the side of a tharlarion tooth may also be used in this work/ The

paper is then attacked, sheet to sheet, to form rolls, usually about twenty

sheets to a roll. The best paper is on the outside of the roll, always, not to

practice deceit in the quality of the roll but rather to have the most durable

paper on the outside, which will take the most weathering, handling and genteral

wear/ Rence paper comes in various grades, about eight in all. The rence growers

market their product either at the eastern or western end of the delta.

Sometimes rence merchants, on narrow marsh craft rowed by slaves, enter some

pasangs into the delta to negotiate the transactions, usually from the western

edge, that bordering the Tamber Gulf. Rence paper is, incidentally, not the only

type of writing material used on Gor. A milled linen paper is much used, large

quantities of which are produced in Ar, and vellum and parchment, prepared in

many cities, are also popular.

I now noted another bit of white re-cloth tied on the rence stem, larger than

the first. I assumed it was another trail mark. I continued on. The calls of

marsh gants, a kind of piping whistle, seemed more frequent now, and somewhat

closer. I looked behind me, and to the sides. Yet, not surprisingly, because of

the rence, the rushes and sedge, I could not see the birds.

I had been in the delta now for some sixteen days, drifting and paddling toward

the Thassa. I again tasted the water, and the salt of it was even stronger than

it had been. And the great, vast clean smell of Thassa was clear.

I rejoiced, moving ahead. There was not much water left in the gourd now, and it

was the last of several I had brought with me. The dried bosk meat in the tin,

and the bread with it, yellow Sa-Tarna bread, now stale, was almost gone.

Then I stopped short, for tied to a rence plant before me now was a sheaf of red

cloth.

I then knew that the two pieces of cloth I had encountered earlier had not been

simple trail marks but boundary signs, warnings. I had come into an area of the

delta wehre I was not welcome, into a territory that must be claimed by some

small community, doubless of rence growers.

The rence growers, in spite of the value of their product, and the value of the

articles taken in exchange for it, and teh protection of the marshes, and the

rence and fish which give them ample substenance, do not have an easy life. Not

only must they fear the march sharks and the carnivorous eels which frequent the

lower delta, not to mention the various species of aggressive water tharlarion

and the winged, monstrous, hissing, predatory UI, but they must fear, perhaps

most of all, men, and of these, most of all, the men of Port Kar.

As I have mentioned, Port Kar claims the suzerainty of the delta. Accordingly,

frequently, bands of armed men, maintaining allegiance to on or the other of the

warring, rival Ubars of Port Kar, enter the delta to , as they say, collect

tazes. The tributes exacted, when the small communities can be found, are

customarily harsh, often whatever of value can be found; typically what is

demanded is great stocks of rence paper for trade, sons for oarsmen in cargo

galleys, daughters for Pleasure Slaves in the taverns of the city.

I looked on the red cloth tied to the rence plant. The cloth was the color of

blood; I was in little doubt as to its meaning. I was not to proceed farther.

I moved the small, light craft through the rushes, past the sign. I must make my

way to Port Kar.

The cries of marsh gants followed me.

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The Cries of Marsh Gants

I saw the girl ahead, through a break in the rushes, some fifty yards beyond.

Almost at the same time she looked up, startled.

She was standing on a small skiff of rence, not larger than my own rush craft,

about seven feet long and two feet wide, fastened together, as mine was, with

marsh vine; it, like mine, had a slightly curved stern and prow.

In her hand was a curved throwing stick, used for hunting birds. It is not a

boomerang, which would be largely useless among the sedges and rushes, but it

would, of course, float, and might be recovered and used indefinitely. Some

girls are quite skilled with this light weapon. It stuns the bird, which is then

gathered from the water and tied, alive, in the craft. The birds are later, on

the rence islands, killed and cooked.

I moved the rush craft toward her, but not swiftly. Then, letting it drift, I

put the tem-wood paddle across the craft, resting my hands on it, and watched

her.

The cries of the marsh gants were about is now. I saw that her hunting had been

successful. There were four of the birds tied in the stern of her craft.

She looked upon me, but did not seem particularly frightened.

Her gaze was clear; she had a dark blondish hair and blue eyes; her legs were a

bit short, and her ankles somewhat thick; her shoulders were a bit wide perhaps,

but lovely. She wore a brief, sleeveless garment of yellowish-brown rence cloth;

it was worn well away from both shoulders to permit her freedom of movement; the

brief skirt had been hitched up about her thighs that it might in no way bind

her in her hunting. Her hair was tied behind her head with a strip of purple

cloth, dyed re-cloth. I knew then she came of a community that had contact to

some degree, direct of indirect, with civilized Goreans. Rep is a whitish

fibrous matter found in the seed pods of a small, reddish, woody bush,

commercially grown in several areas, but particularly below Ar and above the

equator; the cheap re-cloth is woven in mills, commonly, in various cities; it

takes dyes well and, being cheap and strong, is popular, particularly among the

lower castes. The girl was doubtless the daughter of a rence grower, hunting for

gants. I supposed the rence island, on which such communites lived, might be

nearby. I also supposed it might be her community wich had placed the warning

markers.

She stood well in the light, slightly shifting skiff of rence, moving almost

imperceptibly, unconsciously, to maintain an easy balance. I myself found it

difficult to stand in a rush craft.

She did not lift the throwing stick against me, nor did she attempt to flee, but

simply stood looking at me, watching me. She had no paddle, but, thrust it in

the mud near her, was a long pole which she would use to propel her light craft.

“Do not be frightened,” I said to her.

She did not respond to me.

“I will not hurt you,” I said.

“Did you not see the warning marks,” asked she, “the white marks, and the blood

mark?”

“I mean you,” I said, “and your people, no harm.” I smiled. “I want only as much

of your marsh as the width of my craft,” I said, “and that only for as long as

it takes to pass.” This was a paraphrase of a saying common on Gor, given by

passing strangers to those through whose territories they would travel: Only the

span of the wings of my tarn, only the girth of my tharlarion, only the width of

my body, and no more, and that but for the time it takes to pass.

In Gorean, incidentally, the word for stranger and enemy are the same.

“Are you of Port Kar?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

“What is your city?” she inquired.

I wore no insignia on my garments, nor on my helment or shield. The red of the

warrior which I wore was now faded from the sun and stained with the salt marsh.

“You are an outlaw,” she pronounced.

I did not reply.

“Where are you bound?” she asked

“Port Kar,” I said.

“Take him!” she cried.

Instantly there was a great cry from all sides, and, breaking through the rushes

and sedge, dozens of rence craft, bound with marsh vine, thrust into view, each

poled by one man, with another in the prow, a two- or three-pronged marsh peach

uplifted.

It was pointless to unsheath my sword, or to take up a weapon. From the safety

of the yards of marsh water separating me from my enemies I could have been

immediately slain, lost in a thicket of the two- or three-pronged marsh spears.

The girl put her hands on her hips, threw back her had and laughed with

pleasure.

My weapons were taken. My clothing was removed. I was thrown forward on my face

in the rush craft. I felt my wrists pulled behind my back, and crossed; they

were instantly lashed together with marsh vine; then my ankles were crossed, and

the, too, were lashed securely together with vine.

The girl stepped lightly onto my craft and stood with one foot on either side of

my body. She was handed the pole with which she had propelled her own craft,

which craft was tied to another of the rence craft of the men who had come from

the rushes and sedge. With the pole she began to propel my rush craft through

the sedge, the several other craft accompanying us, on one or the other side, or

following.

At one point the girl stopped the craft, and the others did too. She, and one or

two of the others, then put back their heads and uttered a kind of piping

whistle, the call of the marsh gant. This answered from various points about us,

most of which were several yards away. Soon other rence craft, with their curved

prows and sterns, had joined us.

The rence growers, I had learned, communicate by means of such signals,

disguised as the cries of marsh gants.

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Ho-Hak

The rence islands, on which the communites of rence growers dwell, are rather

small, seldom more than two hundred and fifty feet. They are formed entirely

from the interwoven stems of the rence plants and float in the marsh. They are

generally about eight to nine feet thick and have an exposed surface above the

water of about three feet; as the rence stems break and rot away beneath the

island, more layers are woven and placed on the surface. Thus, over a period of

months, a given layer of rence, after being the top layer, will gradually be

submerged and forced dower and lower until it, at last, is the deepest layer

and, with its adjacent layers, begins to deteriorate.

To prevent an unwanted movement of the island, there are generally several

tethers, of marsh vine, to strong rence roots in the vicinity. It is dangerous

ot neter the water to make a tether fast becasue of the predators that frequent

the swamp, but several men do so at a time, once man making fast the tether and

the others, with him beneath the surface, protecting him with marsh spears, or

pounding on metal pieces or wooden rods to drive away, or at least to disconcert

and confuse, too inquisitive, undesired visitors, such as the water tharlarion

or the long-bodied, nine-gilled marsh shark.

When one wishes to move the island the tethers are simply chopped away, and the

community divides itself into those who will handle the long poles and those who

will move haead in rence craft, cutting and clearing the way. Most of those who