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Updated: May 18, 2025
"At least, he was my chief-slave; now you people have taken him away from me. I don't know what I'm going to do without him. For that matter, I don't know what poor Zhorzh will do, either." "Have you gentlemen informed your chief-slaves that they are free, yet?" Nikkolon and Javasan looked at each other. Sesar Martwynn laughed. "They know," Javasan said. "I must say they are much disturbed."
Chmidd and Hozhet were looking at one another in shocked incredulity. "Tchall, they mean it," Chmidd said. "They can do it, too." "We have nothing more to say to you slaves," he continued. "Hereafter, we will speak directly to the Lords-Master." "But.... The Lords-Master never do business directly," Hozhet said. "It is un-Masterly. Such discussions are between chief-slaves."
"Well, reassure them, as soon as you're back at the Citadel," he told them. "Tell them that while they are now free, they need not leave you unless they so desire; that you will provide for them as before." "You mean, we can keep our chief-slaves?" somebody cried. "Yes, of course chief-freedmen, you'll have to call them, now. You'll have to pay them a salary...." "You mean, give them money?"
"We cannot speak to Lords-Master. We must speak to their chief-slaves." "But they have no slaves," Hozhet objected. "Didn't you hear the ... the one with the small beard ... say so?" "But that's ridiculous, Khreggor. Who does the work, and who tells them what to do? Who told these people to come here?" "Our Emperor sent us. That is his picture, behind me. But we are not his slaves.
They have endeavored to force this planetary constitution upon us by threats of force, and by a shameful attempt to pervert the fidelity of our chief-slaves I will not insult these loyal servitors with this disgusting new name, freedmen so that we might, a second time, be tricked into voting assent to our own undoing. But in this, they have failed.
"It's one of these elaborate check-and-balance things," Lanze Degbrend reported. "To begin with, it was the constitution of Aton, with an elective president substituted for a hereditary king. Of course, there are a lot of added gadgets; Atonian Radical Democrat stuff. Chmidd and Hozhet and the other chief-slaves don't like it, either." "Slap your mouth and say, 'Freedmen, five times."
There was a cluster of big tables and communication-screens and wired telephones in the middle, with smaller tables around them, at which freedmen in variously colored gowns sat. The ones at the central tables, a dozen and a half, all wore chief-slaves' white gowns.
Slaves were never sold; it wasn't Masterly to sell one's slaves. It wasn't even heard of. "Well, we'll arrive at some valuation. Now, as soon as you get back to the Citadel, talk at once to your former chief-slaves, and their immediate subordinates, and explain the situation to them.
Our chief-slaves have warned us of the trap concealed in this constitution written by the Proconsul, Count Erskyll. My faithful Tchall Hozhet has shown me all the pitfalls in this infamous document...." Obray, Count Erskyll, was staring in dismay at the screen.
White-gowned chief-slaves lording it over green and orange gowned supervisors and clerks; overseers still carrying and frequently using whips and knouts and sandbag flails. Once or twice, when a Masterly back was turned, he caught a look of murderous hatred flickering into the eyes of some upper-slave.
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