Daniel could see the anger in her eyes.  It was one of the things for a new arrival.  Anger, denial, the desire to return back to Earth. She would learn her life as a slave on Gor was not as bad as she thought at the moment.  A Pleasure Slave on Gor was a true woman, one that accepted that she was a woman through and through and did not hide behind so many teachings and stereotypes that she had been brought up with.  When she moved close to him and whispered in his ear, he laughed, and moved a hand up to the collar and put his fingers between the metal and her neck, and pulled.	He spoke to her in English, "You are now my slave."  he grinned.  "You will learn the proper way to address your Master and all men.  You will also learn the language of Gor and many other things.  What you were back on Earth means nothing here.  You may have been rich, influencial and the like, but here you are a mere slave.  Look down at your right thigh.  You see that brand?  It marks you as a slave so that every living person on this world know it.  Gor is a beautiful world, but a savage one."  he told her in a level voice.  He was not angry with her, for he had expected something like that from her.  "There is no returning to Earth, and if it is not me that is your master it will be some one else that might not be as understanding as I am."  he grinned and then pulled on the leash as he removed his hand from her collar.  "The Collar has an inscription on it.  Usually it has the slave's name on it as well but I have not yet decided on a name for you.  But the inscription so far reads  "I am the slave of Daniel Knight".  Should you try to run away, you will be brought back to me."  He stopped and pointed to a slave being punished by the Slave Whip.  It was designed not to break the flesh but to inflict pain, and was used to punish slaves for disobedence and other matters.  "Will I have to use the whip on you?"  he asked here as the slave screamed in pain.  He touched the one he had hanging from his belt.  Usually just the mention of the whip would send shivers down a slaves spine.  Once felt, they did not want to feel it again.<br/><br/>He lead her to one of the many stalls in the slave pens.  This one had slave garments.  White for those that were untrained, red for those that were trained and the plain gray cloth to denote a house slave or one that did menial work.  He purchased a couple of the white silk garments and turned to her.   "This is what you will be wearing from now on.  White denotes that you  are untrained as a Pleasure slave.  Once you have been fully trained, you will be given the Red Silk garment.  Again he pulled on the leash, pulling her forward and through the pens to the outside.  On the street once more one could see the tall cylinder like structures that housed apartments, businesses, offices and the like.  Graceful, beautifully designed and with soft colors, they rose all around them.  Above one could see people walking on the walkways or bridges between the buildings.  The city looked like an ultra modern city of the future, in Earth terms.  The street was filled with people, going about their own business.  Warriors, Scribes, Physicians, Merchants and so many others as well as slaves.  Some of these had no masters with them but hurried along the street with a small box about their necks on a chain.  They moved along laughing and teasing some men with their lovely bodies.  The men would smile and laugh and at times wag a finger at them.  Other slaves followed their masters, three paces behind and to the left of them.  This was the customary place for a slave, that grew out of need in the past.  Usually a Warrior was right handed and there fore needed that side to be free of any obsticle.  With a shield on the other arm, the slave would be protected.<br/><br/>"Come we leave the City of Ar and will be journeying North to Ar's Station on the River Vosk."  he continued to pull her along even though she probably resented it.  As he moved down the street, he talked to her.  "I am going to Ar's Station to seek a position there with it's Tarn Force.  We will be flying there on my Tarn, Midnight. "  he looked back at her.  "A Tarn is a huge, hawk like bird.  Imagine a hawk twice the size of a horse and you might have an idea what one looks like.  They are trained to be War Tarns, which Midnight is, or they are trained to be used just to fly people from one place to another, and then there are those bred to be used for racing.  Not everyone is capable of being trained as a Tarnsman.  You have to have something within you that the birds like, I guess.  Do you like to fly?"  he chuckled.  "Now tell me about yourself my lovely slave.  What were you called on Earth and you said you were a Nurse there?"  again he chuckled.  "Then you will love the advancements here in medicine.  When you arrived on Gor, and probably as you still slept, you were given two injections.  One was to prolong your youth and beauty.  A longevity seurm, that prolongs life for a long time.  If one can afford it, they will get other injections years from now.  One might look thirty, but could be three hundred years old."<br/><br/>They finally arrived at the Public Tarn Tower.  It was tall and at the top housed the tarns that people used, or one could rent a space for their tarn.  Ramps lead the way up into the Tower.  It was a long walk but they made it to the Great Erie where the Tarns had their roosts.  He pulled her along to one of them where a huge black tarn sat.  As he approached the head turned to him and watched him approached, and he rustled his wings a bit.  A sign of greeting. The Tarn looked at Zoe and then Daniel.  "Yes she is coming with us."  Then Midnight did something he had only did with him.  He moved his massive head to Zoe and nudged her with his beak.  This surprised Daniel.  It was a sign of acceptance and affection.  "It seems he likes you."