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What escape then for a hapless kajira helpless in such a floating, and perhaps doomed, prison? My speculation then that I would not be pursued again by the sleen was primarily based on the likelihood of the great ship's imminent departure. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 44, Sentence #55)

Indeed, how could it be given my scent, rather than that of Tula, Mila, or others? Perhaps from a section of rope which had encircled my neck in the night, from footprints mingled with others, perhaps from trying various scents and rejecting all but one? Might it not even follow one of the slaves disappeared earlier with the intruders, on the trek to the coast? No, my confidence in this matter, though it was not an unqualified confidence, had more to do with Shipcamp. At the time I had fled Shipcamp, I knew the great ship was being readied for its journey downriver. Indeed, I had been grateful to have been afforded the opportunity to gather Tur-Pah so close to the wands when I had, this facilitating my flight, for one of the reasons I wished to escape, and soon, was to avoid incarceration, with others, within those mighty timbers when her mooring lines were freed. What escape then for a hapless kajira helpless in such a floating, and perhaps doomed, prison? My speculation then that I would not be pursued again by the sleen was primarily based on the likelihood of the great ship's imminent departure. The possibility of this event had seemed to loom over events here by the river. I recalled that the lari and its trainers had been anxious to leave, and had sped away at the first opportunity. Too, I was sure that Master Axel would wish to return quickly with the sleen to Shipcamp, and, happily, doubtless, too, the monstrous brute with him whom I hated with such vehemence. - (Smugglers of Gor)