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granted Rim,” “he seems sturdy, and handsome.”
    Another panther girl, behind the man, struck him suddenly, unexpectedly, with a
    whip.
    He cried out in pain.
    His head, a strip from the forehead to the back of his neck, had been freshly
    shaved.
    The girls had set two poles in the sand, and lashed a high crossbar to them. The
    man’s wrists, widely apart, were, by leather binding fiber, fastened to this
    bar. He was nude. He hung about a foot from the ground. His legs had been widely
    spread and tied to the side poles.
    Behind this frame, and to one side, there was another frame. In it, too, hung a
    miserable wretch, put up for sale by panther girls.
    His head, too, was shaved, in the shame badge.
    “This was the exchange point,” said Rim to me, “where I myself was sold.”
    The panther girl, Sheera, who was leader of this band, sat down in the warm
    sand.
    “Let us bargain,” she said.
    She sat cross-legged, like a man. Her girls formed a semi-circle behind her.
    Sheera was a strong, black-haired wench, with a necklace of claws and golden
    chains wrapped about her neck. There were twisted, golden armlets on her bronzed
    arms. About her left ankle, threaded, was an anklet of shells. At her belt she
    wore a knife sheath. The knife was in her hand, and, as she spoke, she played
    with it, and drew in the sand.
    “Serve wine,” said Rim, to Cara.
    Rim and I, as we had with Arn, and his men, sat down with Sheera, and her girls.
    Cara, the slave girl, just as she had done with Arn and the men, served wine.
    The girls, no more than the men, noticed her. For she was slave.
    It interested me that the panther girls showed her no more respect, nor
    attention, than they did. But they did not acknowledge their sisterhood with
    such animals as she.
    I was not interested in the purchase of men, but I was interested in whatever
    information I might be able to gather from panther girls. And these girls were
    free. Who knew what they might know?
    “Wine, Slave,” said Sheera.
    “Yes, Mistress,” whispered Cara, and filled her cup.
    Sheera regarded her with contempt. Head down, Cara crept back.
    Panther girls are arrogant. They live by themselves in the northern forests, by
    hunting, and slaving and outlawry. They have little respect for anyone, or
    anything, saving themselves and, undeniably, the beasts they hunt, the tawny
    forest panthers, the swift, sinuous sleen.
    I can understand why it is that such woman hate men, but it is less clear to me
    why they hold such enmity to women. Indeed, they accord more respect to men, who
    hunt them, and whom they hunt, as worthy foes, than they do to women other than
    themselves. They regard, it seems, all women, slave or free, as soft, worthless
    creatures, so unlike themselves. Perhaps most of all they despise beautiful
    female slaves, and surely Cara was such. I am not sure why they hold this great
    hatred for other members of their own sex. I suspect it may be because, in their
    hearts, they hate themselves, and their femaleness. Perhaps they wish to be men;
    I do not know. It seems they fear, terribly, to be females, and perhaps, they
    fear most that they, by the hands of a strong man, will be taught their
    womanhood. It is said that panther girls, conquered, make incredible slaves. I
    do not much understand these things.
    Sheera fastened her two, fierce black eyes on me. She jabbed with her knife in
    the sand. She was a sturdy bodied wench, exciting. She sat cross-legged, like a
    man. About her throat was a necklace of claws and golden chains. About her left
    ankle, threaded, the anklet of pierced shells. “What am I bid for these two
    slaves?” she demanded.
    “I had expected to be met by Verna, the Outlaw Girl,” said I, “at this point. Is
    it not true that she sells from this point?’
    “I am the enemy of Verna,” said Sheera. She jabbed down with the knife into the
    sand.
    “Oh,” I said.
    “Many girls sell from this point,” said Sheera. “Verna is not selling