“Slave bracelets,” explained Cabot. “From Peisistratus. I have kept them in my pouch.”

“Slave bracelets,” explained Cabot. “From Peisistratus. I have kept them in my pouch.”
“I am helpless!” she said, jerking at the bracelets.
“These are metal! I cannot slip them!”
“They are not intended to be slipped,” said Cabot.
“I did not expect to be braceleted,” she said.
“I find that acceptable,” said Cabot.
“If you must bind me, Master,” she said, “do not do so in this fashion, I beg you. Rather, use slave cord. That will hold a girl well.”
“It would,” said Cabot, “but anyone might cut it away. Too, you might, in time, fray it, and sever it, say, on a sharp stone.”
“You would have me enmetaled, braceleted, on our journey, so utterly helpless?”
“Yes,” said Cabot.

Kur of Gor, p. 597

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