"Yes?" he said.

"Is there no general family resemblance?" she asked. I, (pg. 296) for one, surely did not note any. To be sure, members of the same family sometimes differ considerably from one another in their appearance.

"I do not understand," he said.

"You are perhaps my uncle," she said, "if you are not my father."

"Oh I see," he said.

"Might I not be your niece, or a cousin?"

"An interesting idea," he said.

"Look at me," she said. "Look closely. What do you think?"

"You are curvy," he said.

"Curvy?" she asked.

"I think I see now," he said, "what you have come here for."

"I am seeking my identity," she said.

"And perhaps a little more?" he speculated.

"Only what are my dues," she said, defensively.

"You consider yourself perhaps the heiress to riches?" he inquired.

"Perhaps," she said. "The caravan was a large one. Doubtless my presence there, as a mere infant, suggests great affluence on the part of my people. They might even have been the masters of the caravan. Surely you yourself are wealthy. This is a fine house, with luxurious appointments, with space and splendid grounds. Surely the sign on the disk is meaningful to you. You seem to have admitted as much."

"I see," he said.

"Surely in the fullness of your honor, as I conceive of you as a gentleman," she said, "you would not wish to deny to me what I have coming." I thought that was a rather nasty thrust on the part of Boabissia. It is seldom wise, incidentally, to impugn, or attempt to manipulate, the honor of a Gorean.

"No," he said, pleasantly enough, apparently taking no offense, "I would be one of the last to deny you exactly what you have coming."

"Good," she said, rather haughtily, putting her head in the air. Boabissia could occasionally get on one's nerves in this fashion.

(pg. 297) "I believe that I am a wealthy man," said the fellow. "Too, I think it is fair to say that I have some standing in this city, and some power."

"That would be my impression," said Boabissia.

"You think there is some relationship between us?" he said.

"Yes," said Boabissia. "The disk, as you have as much as admitted, makes that clear. I invite you to consult your records."

"I gather you think you may be of my line, or of some pertinent collateral line," he said.

"Yes," she said. "I think that is altogether possible."

"If you are truly of my line, or even of some closely related collateral line," he said, "you would doubtless become overnight one of the most famous, one of the wealthiest and most powerful women in Ar."

"Perhaps," said Boabissia. She drew herself up proudly.

"I think that perhaps, as you seem to believe," he said, "there may be some relationship between us."

"The disk proves it," she said.

"I think you are right," he said.

"Consult your records," she said.

"Do you truly wish me to do so?" he asked.

"Yes," said Boabissia. "Indeed, I demand it."

"Very well," he said. "It will only take a moment." He reached for a small bell on his desk.

"Let us go, Boabissia," I suggested. "We could return tomorrow."

"Be silent," she said, to me.

The man rang the small bell, to which, in a moment or two, an attendant responded. In a bit, then, the attendant, seemingly informed as to what was required, left the room. The man himself then sat behind the desk and put the small disk before him, to his right, on the surface of the desk.

Boabissia glanced at Hurtha and myself. She was terribly excited.

"Let us go, Boabissia," I suggested.

"Be quiet," she said.

(pg. 298) "It will be only a little bit," said the man. "If you wait now, it will save you a trip back tomorrow."

"Leave, if you wish," said Boabissia.

"Why would they wish to leave?" asked the man, puzzled.

"I have no idea," said Boabissia.

"Nor do I," he said.

In a bit the attendant had returned with a large, somewhat dusty, oblong ledgerlike book. It was tied shut with a cord. It contained several pages. It was bound in leather. On the cover, though it was hard to see from where I stood, there seemed to be some designations, such as perhaps dates and numbers. "The older records, such as these," he said, "are kept here, together with duplicates of the more current records. The more current records, together with duplicates of the older records, are kept at the house."

I nodded. In that way two identical sets would be maintained, in different locations. This was not uncommon with Gorean bookkeeping, particularly in certain kinds of businesses.

"Is this not the house?" asked Boabissia.

"This is my personal residence," he said.

"You have another house?" she asked.

"Of course," he said.

Boabissia threw me a pleased glance.

"My place of business," he said.

"Oh," she said.

He untied the cord and blew some dust from the cover of the book. Its pages were yellowed.

"Do not dally please," said Boabissia.

He opened the book. He put to one side, taking it from a shallow pocket within the book's cover, a punched copper disk, on a string, rather the size of that which Boabissia had worn, and put it next to Boabissia's.

"Look!" said Boabissia, joyfully.

"Yes," I said.

The disk also had some device on it, as did Boabissia's, but I could not see it well from the distance.

"The disk," she said. "It has something on it."

"Yes," I said.

"Doubtless it is the same mark as is on mine," she said.

(pg. 299) "Perhaps not," I said.

The fellow began to turn the pages.

"Hurry!' said Boabissia.

He had then apparently found what he was looking for. He picked up the disk which had been Boabissia's from the desk, looked at it, and then checked it against something in the book. He then perused the entry there. Then he rechecked the disk against the book. He then rose to his feet and approached Boabissia.

"Yes?" said Boabissia. "Yes?"

"You were right, my dear," he said. "There does exist a relationship between us, and, indeed, I think as you suspected, a most important relationship."

"You see!" cried Boabissia, almost leaping in place, elatedly, triumphantly to Hurtha and myself.

"But, my dear," he said, "it is not exactly the sort of relationship which you anticipated."

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Then, suddenly, as she cried out in surprise, in dismay, he tore her dress down to her waist.

"Yes," he said. "You are curvy."

She looked at him, startled, not daring, under his fierce gaze, to raise her hands, to lift her garment.

"The relationship," he told her, "is that of slave to master."

"No!" she cried.

"Strip," he said.

"Do so, immediately," I said to Boabissia, sternly.

Trembling she thrust down her dress over her hips, and stood then within it, it down about her ankles.

"Your sandals, too," I said, "quickly!"

Frightened she slipped from them, too. When a Gorean orders a woman to strip he means now, and completely, leaving not so much as a thread upon her body. She stood there, confused, trembling and terrified. Her clothing was about her feet. It was as though she stood in a tiny pond of cloth.

"What is going on?" asked Hurtha.

"Do not interfere," I said. "It is as I feared."

"Here," said the fellow. He indicated the book and the (pg. 300) disk which had been within it, and Boabissia's disk. I went to the table. I looked at the disk which had been taken from the book. There was a number on it, but the "Tau" on it was identical to what on Boabissia's disk. Keeping the place where lay the apparently pertinent entry I looked at the cover of the book. On it was a year number, one dating back twenty-two years, and two sets of numbers, separated by a span sign. I examined Boabissia's disk. The number on it fell between the two numbers on the book's cover. I then turned to the page to which the fellow had had the book opened earlier.

"See?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. There, at the head of one of the entries, identifying it, and correlated with it, was the number which had been on Boabissia's disk.

"The caravan in whose wreckage you were found," said the fellow to Boabissia, "was a slave caravan."

Boabissia looked at him, regarding him with horror. She then looked at Hurtha.

"When you were found I was only a small boy," said Hurtha. "I did not know what sort of caravan it was. I do not think any of the Alars did. Apparently when found it was in much ruin."

"It was not traveling publicly as a slave caravan," said the man. "It was not, for example, flying its blue and yellow silk. In this manner it had been thought that we might keep secret its cargo, hundreds of beautiful females, a certain lure to the lust and greed of raiders. Our strategem, however, it seems, was ineffectual.

Hurtha nodded.

"Was much left when the Alars came upon it?" he asked.

"No," said Hurtha. "I do not think so."

"I am not surprised," said the fellow. "The women, of course, would have been stolen. Doubtless they entertained their captors well, before being sold in a hundred markets."

"I was only an infant," whispered Boabissia.

"That may be why you were left behind," said the man.

"I could have starved, or perished of exposure, or have been eaten by animals," she said.

(pg. 301) "Perhaps they did not find you," he said. "Perhaps, on the other hand, it was not of concern to them."