The real role of Free Women in Gorean society is one of the most misinterpreted aspects on Gor. This misunderstanding is constantly being revived by various factors. First of all, by the language in most books that all women should be slaves. Second, a cursory reading of the books reveals that almost all of the important characters of free women, who are often haughty, end up as slaves. And third, there is the myth that male dominance on Gor is absolute. These three reasons combine to twist the reader's view of the free women of Gor. It is only through a deeper study of the Books of Gor that one understands the true complexity of the role of free women on Gor. They are far more than potential slaves.
The vast majority of women on Gor are free women. Only 2-3% of all women are actually slaves. This statistic alone speaks volumes about the status of free women in Gorean society. Despite all the rhetoric, Goreans do not fall into such platitudes and enslave most of their wives. They don't even enslave a significant proportion of their wives. There must be compelling reasons to support this attitude. Free women must be able to fill important roles that slave women cannot fill. The demand for these roles must exceed the demand for slaves.
Publisher. Bryjana Thoredottier
"I am a free woman," she said. "I can speak as I please."
I could not gainsay her in this. She was free. She could, accordingly, say what she wished, and without requiring permission.
Mercenaries of Gor
On to new shores
We sailed from Thentis on the Olni River towards Olni. The next day we should reach the port of Olni. During the night there was a heavy snowstorm and the waves were high. The old memories came up in me and I pray to all the gods of the planet that everything will be fine this time. Our beds in the cabin were firmly anchored to the floor. So we took ropes and tied ourselves to the bedpost at the foot and head end so as not to be thrown through the whole cabin.
Swanja didn’t say a word, she felt sick and the color of her complexion didn’t bode well. I myself was busy with fearful prayers with intermittent wailing, because in the rush I already missed SOMEONE, where it is uncertain whether one will see each other again.
Inwardly, I scolded myself and called myself stupid Vulo, next time take more care of your heart, you know it doesn't do anything but sorrow to lose it and yet it was done.
A noise, followed by a foul smell, from across the street from where Swanja sat tied to the foot of the bed, made me look up.
As if I suspected it, the fish from noon left Swanja's stomach and spilled over the bedspread. I would love to help Swanja and stand by, but I didn't dare to untie myself, I probably wouldn't have gotten a day care not to be thrown out of bed.
That left me with nothing but pitying looks and calming words that distracted me from my fears and griefs for a while.
Soon the storm subsided and we released ourselves from the bed posts, climbed into the other clean bed together and fell asleep clinging to each other.
The next noon we reached Olni's harbor. The tall towers and cylinders could be seen from afar.
Swanja was still doing badly and she wanted to stay in bed. I decided to go there and explore the city as we would be anchored here for 1 day. Maybe I can get medicine for Swanja or a chamomile and lemon balm tea.
I put on a warm coat, the climate at this time of year in Olni was cold and it snowed heavily.
Lost in thought I left the ship and almost collided with a tall figure and the laugh sounded familiar. I looked up puzzled and thanked the South for the obligation to pay, because you couldn't see my open mouth when suddenly Darian stood in front of me and grabbed my shoulder.
"Tal Lady Bryjana, why in such a hurry?" "Tal Sir Darian", more didn’t come out of my lips, because I was kind of speechless and just stared at him to make sure it wasn't a dream, and if it did, dear gods, never, never let me wake up!
"I told you, we'll see you again" he laughed and he looked at me with a look that I have never seen at him and that made a vulo skin run down my back.
"A tarn rider took me with him, I knew your ship would stop here. Without you, Thentis was empty for me. Without you I felt empty. I had to follow you to stay with you. "
His gaze hung lovingly on my face, which probably had the color of scarlet red, and then the moment followed that made my heart leap.
“Lady Bryjana, I adore you very much and you are part of my life like the air I breathe. My heart has belonged to you for a long time, actually from the beginning of our first seeing. I ask you that I can woo you? "
"Ai ........ ai ......" was all I could say and my eyes beamed at Darian.
I would love to hug him, but we weren't alone in the busy harbor.
Darian put his hand on my shoulder and led me to Olni's gate.
"There was a time when I lived here for a short while, I'll show you the city ........ come on," he whispered in my ear and then turned to the approaching man in a blue tunic.
"Welcome Scribes" waved a dark voice towards us.
But the man with darker hair, which was streaked with numerous silver threads, seemed to be BLUE too, and then greeted Darian like an old friend. The gate was opened for us and we were welcomed to Olni.
When Darian introduced me to the other citizens, who quickly gathered around us as if we were a rare specimen of a kaillas, as his "fiancee", I just smiled happily and still had to get used to being called that by him.
The first moons over Olni rose and it was time to get back on board the ship. The three of us continued our journey, up the Vosk River to Sais.
Swanja decided to travel on, across the Vosk Delta, then on another ship, across the Tamber Gulf, to Genesian. She had heard that a herbalist meeting was about to take place there.
We hugged Swanja to say goodbye and warned that she should take care of herself. I hired a mercenary to guard and protect Swanja and hoped that in 3 hands (weeks) she would make it to the FC in time.
Darian told me that it was his wish that Lady BB, his beloved mother, perform the ceremony.
Together, with his hand on my shoulder, we walked towards the city.
and the gate would be opened for us by a kind elderly lady with white hair in a blue dress.
The City in a rural style with bourgeois houses, not so stately as Hochburg, becomes welcoming and friendly from the first sight.
We each took a room at the Inn for a few nights and went looking for a suitable house for Darian and a room for me to rent.
After some searching, Darian found a small house in the countryside and I found a room above a bakery in Händlergasse. In front of the bakery on the street there was a fish stall, next to it a tent with a soup kitchen. Mixed rumors of sweet bread and cakes, fresh fish and the fumes of onions and garlic from the soup tent constantly filtered through the open window into my room.
Even hanging up several bundles of lavender, which Swanja had brought to me, didn't really smell fresh.
Every day we wait for work in the building of the Blue Caste, but the city was quiet in this regard, so it was incomprehensible to us that HoC Lady Tygera was constantly running back and forth annoyed and excited and moaning about work, constantly calling for help, but it we never got any work. If you spoke to her, she reacted nervously and irritated and often misinterpreted the tones. If you were sensitive you could have been offended, the way she commanded and disciplined, or made claims that she would not be informed, which of course was not the case in any way, did not exactly make her my friend. But I found new and warm friends in Lady Nova and her likeable FC Sir Sennar. Lady Nova used to belong to the Caste of Players, but since she got Sennar as FC she wears the dark blue of the Scribes. Your FC Sir Sennar is the AHoC in town and I suspect he doesn't have a good standing with your boss there either.