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He was behind the wagon, rather to its right, as I looked back. Indeed, he was only twenty yards, or so, now, behind me. "Too," added Aulus, "by the time she is brought to your tent she should then be nicely ready". "Precisely," laughed Vacchi. I followed the men, on my chain tether. So I might dance? So soldiers might draw lots for my use? So I might serve Pietro Vacchi? But what then? Would the man following not "bide his time" as Tupita had said? Would there not come a time, sooner or later, if he were patient, and I did not doubt but what he was patient, very patient, when he could find me alone? I might even be staked out, my hands and legs widely separated. I had heard mercenaries sometimes enjoyed fastening women down in such a way. - (Dancer of Gor)