Beasts Of Gor

I was not a shipwright, but I was a captain. It seemed to me such a ship would be too heavy to manage well, that it would be clumsy and slow, that it might be better fitted to cargo service when protected in a convoy than entrusted to confront, elude or brave the lean, lateen-rigged wolves of gleaming Thassa, hungry for the cargoes of the ineffectual and weak. Were I to hunt the world's end I would prefer to do so with the Dorna or the Tesephone, a sleep ship whose moods and gifts I well knew.

Yet the ship of Tersites was strong. It loomed high and awesome, mighty with its strakes, proud with its uprearing prow, facing the sea canal. Standing beside the ship, on the ground, looking up at that high prow, so far above me, it seemed sometime that such a ship, if any, might embark upon that threatening, perhaps impossible voyage to the,world's end. Tersites had chosen to build the ship in such a way that its prow faced west; it pointed thus not only to the sea canal; it pointed also between Cos and Tyros; it pointed toward the world's end.

"The eyes have not yet been painted," I said. "It is not yet alive."

"Paint its eyes," said he to me.

"That is for Tersites to do," I said. He was the shipwright. If the ship did not have eyes, how could it see? To the Gorean sailor his ships are living things. Some would see this as superstition; others sense that there is some sort of an inexplicable. reality which is here involved, a difficult and subtle reality which the man of the sea can somehow sense, but which he ca

Let it suffice to say that to the Gorean sailor his ships are living things. Were they not, how could he love them so?

"This ship is essentially ready," said Samos. "It can sail soon for the world's end."

"Strange, is it not," I asked, "that when the ship is nearly ready that this message should come?"

"Yes," said Samos. 'That is strange."

"The Kurii wish us to sail now for the world's end," I said.

"Arrogant beasts!" cried Samos, pounding down on the small table. "They challenge us now to stop them!"

"Perhaps," I admitted.

"We have sought them in vain. We were helpless. We knew not where to look. Now they in their impatient vanity, in their mockery of our impotence, boldly a

"Have they?" I asked.

"'We are here, they say. 'Come seek us, Fools, if you dare! "

"Perhaps," I said. "Perhaps."

"Do you doubt the message?" asked Samos.

"I do not know," I said. "I simply do not know."

"They taunt us," said Samos. "War is a sport for them."

"Perhaps," I said.

"We must act," he said.

"In what way?" I asked.

"You must sail immediately to the world's end." Samos looked at me, grimly. "There you must seek out Half-Ear, and destroy him."

"None have returned from the world's end," I said.

"You are afraid?" asked Samos.

"Why," I asked, "should the message be addressed to me?"

"The Kurii know you," said he. "They respect you."

I, too, respected them. I was a warrior. I enjoyed sharing with them the cruel, mortal games of war. They were cu

"Does not the fate of worlds weigh upon you?" asked Samos.

I smiled.

"I know you," he said, bitterly, "you are a warrior, a soldier, a mercenary, an adventurer. You fight for the exhilaration. You are frivolous. In your way you are as despicable as the Kur."

"Perhaps I am an adventurer," I said. "I do not truly know. I have stood against the Kur. I have met men with steel. I have had the women of enemies naked at my feet, suing to be my slaves."

"You are a mercenary," he said.

"Perhaps," I said. "but I choose my wars with care."

"It is strange," said Samos.

"What?" I asked.

"We fight for civilization," said Samos, "against the barbarism of the Kur."

I smiled that Samos should see himself so.

"And yet," said he, "in the world for which we strive we would have no place."

I looked at him.

"In a civilized world, Captain," said he, "there would be no place for such as you."

"That is true," I said.

"Is it not a paradox?" asked Samos. "Men need us in order to bring about a world in which we may be scorned and disregarded."

I said nothing.

"Men seldom recall who it was who brought them the fruits of victory."

"It is true," I conceded.

"Civilized men," said Samos, "the small and pale, the righteous, the learned, the smug, the supercilious, the weak-stomached and contemptuous, stand upon the shoulders of forgotten, bloody giants."

I shrugged.

"You are such a bloody giant," he said.

"No," I said. "I am only a tarnsman, a nomad in unusual conflicts, a friend of the sword."

"Sometimes," said Samos, "I weep." He looked at me. I bad never before seen him in such a mood.

"Is our struggle, if successful," he asked, "to issue only in the victory of defeat, the triumph of the trivial and placid, the glorification of mediocrity?"

"Perhaps," I said.

"Will our blood have been shed," he asked, "to bring about so miniscule an achievement, the contentment of the herd browsing among the dunes of boredom?"

"They will have their petty concerns," I said, "which will seem important to them."

He looked down, angrily.

"And they will have their entertainments and their stimulations. There will be industries which will attempt to assuage their boredom."

"But will nothing truly matter?" he asked.

"Perhaps men must sleep before they wake," I said.

"I do not understand," he said.

"There are the stars," I said.

"The Kurii stand between us and the stars," said Samos.

"Perhaps we labor," said I, "to open the gates to the stars."

"Men will never seek them," said Samos.

"Some men will," I said.

"But the others will not help them, and the adventure will fall," said Samos.

"Perhaps," I said. "I do not know." I looked at him. "Much depends on what men are," I said.

"His measure has not yet been taken," said Samos.