To own a slave
For a slave to be Yours, no kolar is even needed. A kolar is so a run away slave may returned to her Master, or simply because He wishes it. To own a slave all that is needed is to have her. To prove to her she is slave she must submit. All that is needed is for her to eat from Your hand. Most Masters will ask her if she is submitting to be sure she understands, and she may well starve if she does not. PLEASE SEE QUOTE AT BOTTOM OF PAGE!!
The kolaring
Master: "Assume the posture of female submission."
kajira: kneels, leaning back on her heels, her arms extended, wrists crossed, her head between them, down.
Master: "Repeat after me. "I, once (her name) of (her home city or town, or of Earth)..."
kajira: repeats this.
Master "..herewith submit myself, completely and totally, in all things..."
kajira: repeats this.
Master: "...to him who is known as (his name) of (his city)..."
kajira: repeats this.
Master: "...his girl, his slave, an article of his property, his to do with as he pleases."
kajira: repeats this
. Master: produces the collar. If it is engraved with his name or an inscription, he reads it to her, making sure that she understands what it says and means.He places it about her neck and snaps it shut with a click.
Master: "I am yours, Master."
kajira: "I am yours, Master."
the new Master will usually ask the slave the following three questions:
Master: "Who were you?"
kajira: tells him her former name.
Master: "What are you?"
kajira: "I am your slave, Master."
Master: "What is your name?"
kajira: "Whatever Master wishes."
The Master will then, if it pleases Him, give the girl her new slave-name, which can be taken from her or changed at any time, according to his whim.
Master: "you are (new slave-name)."
kajira: "Yes, Master. I am (new slave-name)."
The ceremony is now over.
Quotes
"Are you zealous to please the fancy of Tuchuks?" I translated. With horror Elizabeth Cardwell lifted her head from the pelt and regarded her captors. She shook her head, wildly, "No, please no!"
"Impale her," said Kutaituchik.
Two warriors rushed forward and seized the girl under the arms, lifting her from the pelt.
"What are they going to do?" she cried.
"They intend to impale you," I told her.
She began to scream. "Please, please, please!"
My hand was on the hilt of my sword, but Kamchak's hand rested on mine.
Kamchak turned to Kutaituchik. "She seems zealous," he said. Once again Kutaituchik addressed his question to her, and I translated it.
"Are you zealous to please the fancy of Tuchuks?"
The men who held the girl allowed her to fall to her knees between them. "Yes," she said, piteously, "yes!"
Kutaituchik, Kamchak and I regarded her.
"Yes," she wept, her head to the rug, "I am zealous to please the fancy of Tuchuks."
I translated for Kutaituchik and Kamchak.
"Ask," demanded Kutaituchik, "if she begs to be a slave girl." I translated the question.
"Yes," wept Elizabeth Cardwell, "yes I beg to be a slave"
"I grant her wish," said Kutaituchik. Then to a warrior nearby, he said, "Bring meat."
The warrior leapt from the dais and, in a few moments, returned with a handful of roasted bosk meat.
Kutaituchik gestured for the girl, trembling, to be brought forward, and the two warriors brought her to him, placing her directly before him.
He took the meat in his hand and gave it to Kamchak, who bit into it, a bit of juice running at the side of his mouth; Kamchak then held the meat to the girl.
"Eat," I told her.
Elizabeth Cardwell took the meat in her two hands, confined before her by slave bracelets and the chain of the Sirik, and, bending her head, the hair falling forward, ate it.
She, a slave, had accepted meat from the hand of Kamchak of the Tuchuks. She belonged to him now.
'La Kajira," she said, putting her head down, then covering her face with her manacled hands, weeping. "La Kajira. La Kajira"
Nomads page 52-54
It was many months before this girl wore a kolar or even slave clothing.
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