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Finally I said； 〃Tell you what； goodman…I'll give you this belt。 I'd rather trust a padlock anyhow。 So go to a locksmith…no； you won't want to wear this outside； just tell me where to find one and I'll send him here and pay him myself。 Fair enough？ I can't hang around； I've got a dinner engagement at the Beulahiand。 Where ar？ their clothes？ Faithful； gather up this junk and fetch the kids。〃
So I left him still blatting about telling the locksmith to hurry。
As we left his tent； a taxicab was cruising by。 I had Faithful hail it and we all piled in。 I didn't bother with a locksmith； I had the driver head for the skyport； then stopped on the way at a slopchest and bought the kids proper clothes； a clout for him and sort of Balinese sarong for her…uh； that's much like the dress Hamadryad wore yesterday。 I think those were the first real clothes the youtigsters had ever had。 I couldn't get shoes on them； I settled for sandals…then had to drag Estrellita away from a mirror； she was admiring herself and preening。 I threw away those auction robes。
I shoved the kids into the taxi and said to Faithful： 〃See that alley？ If I turn my back and you run down it； I won't be able to chase you； I've got to keep an eye on these two。〃
Mmerva； I ran into something I'll never understand： the slave mentality。 Faithful didn't get my meaning…and when I spelled it out； he was aghast。 Hadn't he given good service？ Did I want him to starve？
I gave up。 We dropped him at the Rent…a…Servant； and I got my deposit back…tipping him for good service…and my slaves and I rode on out to the skyport。
Turned out I needed that deposit and almost every blessing I had left…had to pay squeeze at outgoing customs to get the kids aboard my ship； even though the bill of sale was in order。
But I got 'em aboard。 I immediately had them kneel； put my hands on their heads and manumitted them。 They did not seem to believe it； so I explained。 〃Look； you're free now。 Free； get me？ No longer slaves。 I'll sign your manumission papers and you can go to the diocese office and get them registered。 Or you can have dinner here and sleep aboard； and I'll give you what blessings I can just before my ship lifts tomorrow。 Or； if you want to； you can stay aboard and go to Valhalla； a nice pla though chillier than this one…but where there is no such thing as slavery。〃
Minerva； I don't think Llita…pronounced 'Yeetah；' her everyday name…or her brother Joe…Josie； or Jos？understood what I meant by a place that did not have slavery； it was foreign to anything they knew。 But they knew what a starship was； from hearsay； and the prospect of going somewhere in one had them awestruck…they would not have missed it if I had told them they were going to be hanged on arrival。 Besides； in their minds I was still their master； manumission hadn't taken hold even though they knew what it was。 Something for old and faithful retainers； that is； who stayed on at the funda where they had been all along； but maybe got paid a little。
But to travel！ The farthest they had ever been in their lives was from a diocese north of there to the capital； to be sold。
A little trouble next morning… Seems that one Simon Legree licensed dealer in slaves； had sworn a plaint sgainst me alleging bodily harm； mental duress； and assorted ropery and dopery。 So I sat the cop down in my wardroom； poured him a drink； called in Llita and had her take off herwonderful new clothes and let the cop see the scars on her hips； then told her to skedaddle。 I happened to leave a hundred…blessing note on the table while I got up to fetch the bill of sale。
The cop waved away the bill of sale； saying there had been no plaint on that score…but he was going to tell Goodman Legree that he was lucky not to face a countercharge of selling damaged goods 。 。 no； on second thought it was simpler if he just couldn't find me until after my ship lifted。 The hundred blessings was gone； and soon the cop was gone…and by midafternoon； so were we。
But； Minerva； I got cheated； Llita couldn't cook worth a damn。
It is a long and plex passage from Blessed to Valhalla； and Shipmaster Sheffield was pleased to have pany。
There was a mild contretemps the first night of the voyage caused by a misunderstanding that had started the night before； dirtside。 The ship had a cabin and two staterooms。 Since the Captain normally operated by himself； he？used the staterooms for casual storage or light cargo； they were not ready for passengers。 So that first night dirtside he put his freedwoman into his cabin； while her brother and he slept on transom couches in the wardroom。
The following day Captain Sheffield unlocked the staterooms； switched power to them； had the young people clean them and move the clutter to a gear locker until he could see what space he had left in his holds； and told them each to take a room…and forgot it； being busy with cargo and final squeeze； then with supervising his piloting puter while they got clear of that system。 It was late that 〃night；〃 ship's time； before he had his ship on her first leg in n…space； and could relax。
He went to his cabin while considering whether to eat first or shower first； or possibly neither。
Estrellita was in his bed…wide awake and waiting。
He said； 〃Llita； what are you doing here？〃
She told him in blunt slave lingo what she was doing in his bed…waiting for him…as she had known what would be expected of her when milord Shipmaster Sheffield had offered to take them along； and had discussed it with her brother； and Brother had told her to do it。
She added that she was not a bit afraid； she was ready and eager。
The first part of this Aaron Sheffield had to believe； the addendum seemed clearly a white lie； he had seen frightened virgins before…not often； but a few。
He dealt with her fear by ignoring it。 He said； 〃You impudent bitch； get your arse out of my bed and into your own。〃
The freedwoman was startled and unbelieving； then sulky and offended…then she wept。 Fear of an unknown that she had felt earlier was drowned in a worse emotion； her tiny ego was crushed by his rejection of service she knew she owed him~…and had believed he wanted。 She sobbed； and dripped tears on his pillow。
Female tears always had a strong aphrodisiac effect on Captain Sheffield； he responded to them at once…by grabbing her ankle； dragging her out of bed； hustling her out of his cabin； into her stateroom； and locking her in。 Then he returned to his cabin； locked its door； took measures to calm himself； and went to sleep。
Minerva； there was nothing wrong with Llita as a woman。 Once I taught her to bathe properly she was quite attractive…good figure； pleasant face and manner； good teeth； and her breath was sweet。 But taking her did not fit any customs。 All 〃Eros〃 is custom； dear； there is never anything moral or immoral about copulation as such； or any of its nonfunctional frills。 〃Eros〃 is simply a way of keeping human beings； individuals； each different…keeping them together and happy。 It is a survival mechanism developed through long evolution； and its reproductive function is the least plex aspect of its very plex and pervasive role in keeping the human race going。
But any sexual act is moral or immoral by precisely the same laws of morality as any other human act； all other rules about sex are simply customs…local and transient。 There are more codes of sexual customs than a dog has fleas…and all they have in mon is that they are 〃ordained by God。〃 I recall a society where copulation in private was obscene and forbidden； criminal…while in public it was 〃anything goes。〃 The society I was brought up in had the reverse of those rules…again 〃ordained by God。〃 I'm not sure which pattern was harder to follow； but I ind…as it is never safe to ignore such customs；
and ignorance is no excuse； ignorance like to got my ass shot off several times。
In refusing Llita I was not being moral； I was following my own sexual customs； worked out by trial and error and many b