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    were in uniform. One of the guards held some loops of rope. They both carried
    stun sticks. He was now familiar with such things. It was by means of them
    that he had been taken into custody. Such weapons, and others, others still
    more dangerous, were scarce on this world. They were almost entirely in the
    hands of authorities, but, of course, not altogether. The population then was
    largely at the mercy of two groups, not always unallied, authorities and
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    criminals. This was common on many worlds within the empire. Indeed, the
    manufacture of weaponry, at least legal weaponry, was on many worlds a
    monopoly of the state. Weapon makers, on many worlds, those who had possessed
    such skills, had been among the first bound. He had watched the three of them
    approaching. The sand was deep. It came well over the ankles of their boots.
    She, too, wore boots. This suggested to him that she had planned to cross the
    sand, before dressing for the day. Her presence here then was not an unplanned
    one, resulting merely from detecting some unexpected oversight. She had wanted
    to appear on the sand, before the assembled crowds, doubtless. He could see
    the prints behind them, where they had disturbed the sand, raked after the
    prisoners had been knelt. The attendants might not be pleased with that. They
    took their work seriously. The sand would be disturbed soon enough, though,
    given the beginning of the first amusements. Then the guards, and the officer
    of the court, the daughter of the judge, had stopped before him. He had looked
    up at them, from his knees. She pointed at him, grandly, rather for the crowd,
    he supposed. "He cannot be trusted," she said. "Rope him, rope him well." He
    did not doubt but what the men would obey her. Indeed, what power had she, if
    the men did not obey her? They would obey her, of course. They had been
    trained to adhere to the rules, not question how the rules had come about, or
    the utility of the rules, their ultimate consequences. Her face wore a haughty
    expression. She was fairly complexioned. Her body seemed cold, and tight. Her
    dark hair was tied back, behind her head, severely. Yet for all the neurotic
    coldness, and tightness, about her, he did not think she was utterly
    unattractive. He had even looked upon her, and watched her, and considered
    her, when he was sitting in the prisoner's dock, guarded by men with stun
    sticks, in her court garb. He now again considered her, in the white
    clingabout. To be sure, it muchly covered her. He wondered what she looked
    like, naked. One of the guards laughed. "Be silent!" she chided the guard.
    Doubtless the pupils of his eyes had dilated, as he had looked upon her. They
    had performed such a test on him before the hearing, when he was being held. A
    female prisoner had been brought in.
    His reactions had been noted. They had also been referred to, explicitly, in
    the hearing. "Rope him!" she said. The guards looked at one another. Then one
    lifted his stun stuck and pulled the trigger once, and then, as he had not
    fallen, twice more.
    As he lay in the sand, his body ringing with shock, muchly paralyzed, he felt
    the ropes being put about him, tying his arms to his sides, his hands behind
    him.
    "Make them tight!" she said.
    The ropes were drawn tight. They were knotted.
    He was then put again to his knees.
    She slapped him twice, angrily. She could not hurt him. She did not have the
    strength. But the blows stung, and they were humiliating. He did not care to
    be struck, particularly by a woman.
    One could kill a man. It did not seem right to kill a woman. If he struck her
    he might have broken her neck. She glared down at him. There was laughter in
    the stands. She was furious. She stepped back from him. In the stands there
    must have been many who realized that she, an officer of the court, the
    daughter of the high judge herself, had been viewed with dilated pupils. But
    what did she expect, going down on the sand, clad as she was, standing before
    one who had chosen death to "true manhood," as it was defined on this world,
    to the improvement, the smoothing? He had struck a woman only once before,
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