The Free Women of Gor!

Taken from: #2 Outlaw Of GOR:

On the throne there sat a woman, proud, lofty in haughty dignity, garbed regally in majestic robes of golden cloth, wearing a mask not of silver but of pure gold, carved like the others in the image of a beautiful women. The eyes behind the glittering mask of gold regarded me. No one needed to tell me that I stood in the presence of Lara, Tatrix of Tharna.

Betrayed by Dorna The Proud Second In Command

The Tatrix walked across the pillar, regal in the tattered robes and stood over me. She pointed across the plains, toward Tharna. "Warrior," said she, "if you were to remain long enough on this pillar you would see processions come to welcome me back to Tharna. "

The voice of Dorna the Proud drifted across the pillar. "I think not, beloved Tatrix," she said.

The Tatrix turned, puzzled. "Why not?" she asked. "Because," said Dorna the Proud, and I can tell you that behind the silver mask she smiled, "you are not going back to Tharna. "

Taking Back The Throne

I looked behind me and I could see that Lara now stood near, watching Dorna, and that behind her Kron and Andreas, followed by Linna, and the rebel soldiers, had ascended the roof. The silver mask of Dorna the proud turned on Lara, who wore no mask, no veil. "Shameless animal," she sneered, "you are no better than they--beast! "Yes,"said Lara, "that is true. " "I sensed this in you,"said Dorna. "You were never worthy to being Tatrix of Tharna. I alone was worthy to be the true Tatrix of Tharna." "The Tharna of which you speak, " said Lara,"no longer exists."

Then as if with one voice soldiers, guardsmen and rebels lifted their weapons and saluted Lara as true Tatrix of Tharna.

Saying Goodbye To Tarl

In parting we kissed. "Rule well," I said. "I shall try,"she said. Her head was against my shoulder. "And should I ever again be tempted to be proud or cruel," she said with a smile in her voice, "I shall merely remind myself that I was once sold for fifty silver tarn disks- and that a warrior once purchased me for only a scabbard and a helmet." "Six emeralds," I corrected her,smiling. "And a helmet," she laughed. I felt the dampness of her tears through my tunic. "I wish you well, Beautiful Lara,"I said. "And I wish you well warrior," said the girl. She looked at me, her eyes filled with tears, yet smiling. She laughed a little. "And if the time should come, Warrior, when you should desire a slave girl, some girl to wear your silk and your collar, your brand if you wish-remember Lara, who is Tatrix of Tharna. "I shall," I said. "I shall."And I kissed her and we parted.

She will rule in Tharna and rule well, and I began my journey to the Sardar.

"Bold speech, incidentally, is commonly accepted from free females of their
own people by the red savages. If she grows too irritating, of course, she
may, like any other woman, be beaten."

"It was true that free women tended to be somewhat naive and ignorant."

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