Countryside
originally posted January 12, 2006
I spent the morning and much of the afternoon in the Vennan countryside viewing a vacant lot of property. Vesutto, the fellow who has overseen the run of my play, 'The Fall of Agamedes', had made me aware when it became available. He accompanied me to make the introductions. Of course, he pressed me about the play. I have had trouble finding not only actors, but a suitable venue in which to produce it in the City of Ar. Apparently, after the exploits of 'Merchant of Ko-ro-ba', where I turned the Great Theater of Pentillicus Tallux into my own personal Curulean Block, I scorned the wrong person or persons. I cannot say.
"If they continue to stall in Ar," Vesutto insisted. "Let us do a third run. And you must come to a showing while you are here. You simply must."
The landowner, a fellow of Thentis with considerable holdings in many city-states large and small Gor-wide, chose to sell his property due to 'market forces'. I understand certain theories of economics, such as Supply and Demand as well as Buying Low & Selling High, but not to such a degree that I could understand why he would sell this land. He'd never built a domicile on the plot which is nestled in the hills just north of the City. He, in fact, before this morning, had only visited it once - the day of the original sale. It was an exceptionally clear morning, as it can prove to be this time of year. The mighty Voltai, hundreds of pasangs to the east, were actually visible from the flowering grasses of the plot. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of red dina carpeted the area. I plucked a few and tucked them in the sleeve of my tunic. The Fair of Se'Var is being held this hand. With better planning, it would have been pleasant to escort a leggy, auburn slave (with a garland of dina about her neck) North toward the Sardar. She is enjoying the time alone with me. Last evening, I held her hand in town. She was permitted to walk beside me amidst the evening crowds. She wore silk which she strategically unbuttoned to reveal the whole of her throat without scandalizing the sensibilities of the free women among us by displaying her cleavage. I noticed, too, that she spent a good deal of tiime preparing herself. Her hair, for example, was tousled in a strategic manner. She has 'trained' one red-brown curl to forever be falling before her eye. Small details, such as the condition of her feet and hands, were tended to. Also, thoughthere must be thousands of things swimming through her mind, she did not assail me with a multitude of questions. After indulging her with supper from a fellow selling strips of basted bosk meat from a cart and a small bite of something sweet, I took her back to the room. She waited there for me the whole of today.
With respect to the property, there are details to be worked out. Negotiations. Documents to change hands as well as, I am certain, a good deal of money. By this time tomorrow, I will not own a villa in Venna. I will, however, own more dina flowers than Dukkarr of Ar owns girls.
I spent the morning and much of the afternoon in the Vennan countryside viewing a vacant lot of property. Vesutto, the fellow who has overseen the run of my play, 'The Fall of Agamedes', had made me aware when it became available. He accompanied me to make the introductions. Of course, he pressed me about the play. I have had trouble finding not only actors, but a suitable venue in which to produce it in the City of Ar. Apparently, after the exploits of 'Merchant of Ko-ro-ba', where I turned the Great Theater of Pentillicus Tallux into my own personal Curulean Block, I scorned the wrong person or persons. I cannot say.
"If they continue to stall in Ar," Vesutto insisted. "Let us do a third run. And you must come to a showing while you are here. You simply must."
The landowner, a fellow of Thentis with considerable holdings in many city-states large and small Gor-wide, chose to sell his property due to 'market forces'. I understand certain theories of economics, such as Supply and Demand as well as Buying Low & Selling High, but not to such a degree that I could understand why he would sell this land. He'd never built a domicile on the plot which is nestled in the hills just north of the City. He, in fact, before this morning, had only visited it once - the day of the original sale. It was an exceptionally clear morning, as it can prove to be this time of year. The mighty Voltai, hundreds of pasangs to the east, were actually visible from the flowering grasses of the plot. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of red dina carpeted the area. I plucked a few and tucked them in the sleeve of my tunic. The Fair of Se'Var is being held this hand. With better planning, it would have been pleasant to escort a leggy, auburn slave (with a garland of dina about her neck) North toward the Sardar. She is enjoying the time alone with me. Last evening, I held her hand in town. She was permitted to walk beside me amidst the evening crowds. She wore silk which she strategically unbuttoned to reveal the whole of her throat without scandalizing the sensibilities of the free women among us by displaying her cleavage. I noticed, too, that she spent a good deal of tiime preparing herself. Her hair, for example, was tousled in a strategic manner. She has 'trained' one red-brown curl to forever be falling before her eye. Small details, such as the condition of her feet and hands, were tended to. Also, thoughthere must be thousands of things swimming through her mind, she did not assail me with a multitude of questions. After indulging her with supper from a fellow selling strips of basted bosk meat from a cart and a small bite of something sweet, I took her back to the room. She waited there for me the whole of today.
With respect to the property, there are details to be worked out. Negotiations. Documents to change hands as well as, I am certain, a good deal of money. By this time tomorrow, I will not own a villa in Venna. I will, however, own more dina flowers than Dukkarr of Ar owns girls.
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