Once she was out of the cage, he pulled her along with the leash.  He had been informed by the Slaver that she had been called Castalia.  He stopped and looked at the collar and the slaver had added that to the engraving on it.  "I am Costalia, Slave of Daniel Knight, Tarnsman."  He nodded and smiled.  He lifted her chin up so she could see him.  "Well I will call you Costallia."  he grinned.  "Where are you from?"  Again he pulled on the leash and began walking through the Slave Pens.  There were many beautiful slaves there, some naked and some with the red silk slave garments, that denoted they were trained Pleassure Slaves.  Others wore the gray slave garb of slaves to be sold as different types of slaves for other purposes.  The pleasure slaves all begged to be bought, telling any male that walked by how much pleasure they could bring him.   He just smiled at them as he passed their cages.  He stopped at a booth on the way out to purchase a couple white slave garments.  White denoted an untrained slave.  Once that had yet to be trained in the ways to please her master.  There were many ways a slave could please a master, not just with sex which of course was part of it, but through music, dance, song and other things.  Being untrained he would have to find someone he could rent their slave so she could teach his what she needed to learn.<br/><br/>"You will learn the language that is spoken here.  English is only spoken by a few of the high casts.  You will also learn how to be a Pleasure Slave."  he told her.  They were soon out of the Pens and up on the street level of the city.  All about them were people move about, going about their business.  Around them rose the beautiful cylindrical towers with their lofty walkways and bridges between them.  It looked like a city out of future in a sense.  As he walked and pulled Costalia along, other slaves on their master's business, moved through the street they were on, laughing and teasing men as the went.  The men smiled at them and some wagged fingers at them.  These slaves had small metal boxes on chains about heir necks.  In the boxes were coins that would pay for the things that the slaves were to get.  Slaves were not allowed to handle money, thus the box.  The merchants would take what was required for payment and put back change in them.  Other slaves followed their masters three steps behind and to the left.  It was a custom that went back to the beginning of humans being on Gor.  It was meant to keep the warrior's sword arm free.  Also the warrior held his shield on his left arm and it would protect those behind it.<br/><br/>"We are going to be going to a place called Ar's Station.  It is on the great River Vosk.  It is a River Port and a hub of trade and commerce.  I am seeking a position there in what is called a Tarn Force.  We are going to The Public Tarn Tower, to my Tarn.  We will be flying to Ar's Station."  They walked for a while and finally came to one of the great towers.  Entering it he lead his new slave up ramps that lead through the tower to various levels.  There were no stairs, only ramps made of stone.  Finally they reached the top where the Tarns were.  The great birds that were like Hawks, and could carry people on their backs.  There were many types of Tarns.  His was a War Tarn, trained to carry a warrior, a Tarnsman into battle.  Midnight was a pure black Tarn and he turned his head to look at Daniel as he approached with Costallia.  "This is my Tarn Midnight."  he told her and he hoisted her up into the saddle and then climbed up behind her.  He pulled a broad leather strap across her lap and then one over his.  One of the attendents that took care of the Tarns handed him the package with the slave garments in it and he put those in one of the saddle bags on the saddle.