They were off the road, on the grass, in various attitudes of rest.
“They could give them clothing,” she said.
“The day is warm,” I said. “Too, such women are often marched naked to save their tunics, that they may not be soiled with dirt and sweat.”
The girls were chained together by the neck. Some of them watched us as we passed. Then they were behind us.
“Normally, many more slaves are transported on this road,” I said. “We have actually seen very few.”
Mercenaries of Gor, p. 341