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Updated: June 8, 2025
Their hopes were justified when later in the day the other row of slaves was seen far off to the right, and a figure detached itself and ran towards them. "Hate you, Ch'aka!" Fasimba shouted as he ran up, only this time he meant what he said. "Coming on my ground, I kill you!" "Not yet," Jason called out. "And hate you, Fasimba, sorry I forgot the formalities.
Hate you, Fasimba!" "Hate you, Ch'aka." The slave herds were prodded to their feet and moved back the way they had come, and Jason shouted after Ch'aka. "Wait! Don't sell my friend. We work better together, you can get rid of someone else...." The slaves gaped at this sudden outburst and Ch'aka wheeled raising his club. "You shut up. You're a slave.
Within the context of this grubby society I acted in a most straightforward and honest manner. I attempted to assassinate my master which is the only way an ambitious boy can get ahead in this hard world, and which was undoubtedly the way Ch'aka himself got the job in the first place. Assassination didn't work but combat did, and the results were the same.
But my personal grief must not be allowed to alter events: you forget that you committed a crime and must pay the penalty." Ch'aka belched cavernously inside his shell-helmet and howled at his slaves. "Enough eating, you pigs. You get fat. Wrap the meat and carry it, we have light yet to look for krenoj. Move!" Once more the line was formed and began its slow pace across the desert.
Look on these monuments to ultimate selfishness and beware: this is the end product of the system that begins with slave-holders like the former Ch'aka with their tribes of krenoj crackers, and builds up through familiar hierarchies like the D'zertanoj and reaches its zenith of depravity behind those strong walls.
Though it ended up that way, since he had some neat gadgets for keeping track of people in the dark. Briefly, we fought, I won, I became Ch'aka, though my reign was neither long nor noble. I followed you as far as the desert where I was neatly trapped by a shrewd old bird name of Edipon who demoted me back to the ranks and took away all my slaves as well. Now that's my story.
Krenoj soup, and I suppose followed by fresh krenoj and krenoj salad. Tomorrow I see about getting a little variety into the diet." "Ch'aka is great," she whispered without looking up. "Ch'aka is powerful...." "Jason is the name, I lost the Ch'aka job when they took the uniform away." "... Jason is powerful to work charms on the D'zertanoj and makes them do what he will. His slave thanks you."
The cairn was obviously a border marker and Ch'aka walked to it and rested his foot on one of the stones, watching while the other line of slaves approached. They, too, stopped at the cairn and settled to the ground: both groups stared with dull-eyed lack of interest and only the slave-masters showed any animation.
They were obviously slave masters and equals. "Killed a rosmaro today, second time in ten days," Ch'aka said. "You got a good piece coast. Plenty rosmaroj. Where the two slaves you owe me?" "I owe you two slaves?" "You owe me two slaves, don't play like stupid. I got the iron arrows for you from the D'zertanoj, one slave you paid with died. You still owe other one." "I got two slaves for you.
You coming again on my part of the ground with your carrion-meat slaves!" "You lie, Ch'aka this ground mine from way back." "I kill you way back!" Ch'aka leaped in as he screamed the words and swung a roundhouse blow with his club that would have broken the other man in two if it had connected.
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