Post by sweetlarma on Jan 16, 2008 23:13:12 GMT -5
n the civilized cities, there are two examples in the books of free women using bows, a short bow and a crossbow, to hunt. These appear to be women of means who enjoy hunting as a sport. One woman hunts tabuk while the other hunts a male slave. Both rode tharlarions and one even wore hunting leathers. Though both do end up as slaves, their use of the bow is not questioned. Thus it appears that some women did hunt with bows though it is obviously a dangerous pasttime. But again, neither of these two women used swords. They also only hunted and did not engage in actual combat.
(Luthers Scrolls)
She was very lovely and attractive in her hunting costume, brief tunic and long hose, brown, a scarlet cape and cap, the cap with a feather. She carried a short, yellow bow, of Ka-la-na wood, which could clear the saddle of the tharlarion, its missile being easily released to either side. Her black boots, slick and shining were spurred. A quiver of arrows, yellow, was at the left of her saddle." ~Beasts of Gor, page 111
"'This is the former Lady Mina, a huntress, from the luxurious Noviminae villas in the vicinity of Lydius. But she is a huntress no more.'
I regarded her.
'Speak', said my hostess to the woman.
'I went hunting', she said, 'but it was I who was caught and put in a cage.'
'How were you taken?' I asked.
'Please', she said.
'Speak', I said, 'or will it be necessary to draw you forth from the cage and whip you?'
'I was the Lady Mina', she said, 'of the villas of Noviminae, near Lydius. I set out in my hunting leather with crossbow, upon a pacing tharlarion, after tabuk.'
'You were alone?' I asked.
'Yes', she said.
'A fool, fit for the collar', commented my hostess.
'I was after tabuk', she said, 'but others, too, were abroad that day, who sought a slower, softer game.'
My hostess laughed, and the slave clasped the bars yet more tightly.
'I did not suspect they were in the vicinity', said the slave.
'That is not unusual', I said. Such men, of course, commonly know their business.
'I spotted a tabuk, and set off in hot pursuit, across the fields', she said. 'It was an agile, wily beast, and led me a splendid chase. Intent upon it I did not note the other riders, closing in upon me. The tabuk harried to exhaustion, helpless, lying gasping on the grass, I rode to it, my crossbow ready. It would not be a difficult shot. I would enter my bolt into its heart. I took aim. But the bow was lifted from me. Greetings, said a man. How dare you interfere! I cried. The tabuk is mine! No, he said, it is you who are ours. What? I cried. Greetings, said he then, slave. What! I cried. But I felt then two ropes, from opposite sides, encircle my neck. I was dragged back off the tharlarion into the grass. I sprang to my feet. I reached for my dagger, but it had been removed from my sheath! I stood there, wild, on the grass, between them, the two ropes on my neck. Then in short order I was stripped and bound, my ankles together and my hands before me."
Mercenaries of Gor, p. 335-36
(Luthers Scrolls)
She was very lovely and attractive in her hunting costume, brief tunic and long hose, brown, a scarlet cape and cap, the cap with a feather. She carried a short, yellow bow, of Ka-la-na wood, which could clear the saddle of the tharlarion, its missile being easily released to either side. Her black boots, slick and shining were spurred. A quiver of arrows, yellow, was at the left of her saddle." ~Beasts of Gor, page 111
"'This is the former Lady Mina, a huntress, from the luxurious Noviminae villas in the vicinity of Lydius. But she is a huntress no more.'
I regarded her.
'Speak', said my hostess to the woman.
'I went hunting', she said, 'but it was I who was caught and put in a cage.'
'How were you taken?' I asked.
'Please', she said.
'Speak', I said, 'or will it be necessary to draw you forth from the cage and whip you?'
'I was the Lady Mina', she said, 'of the villas of Noviminae, near Lydius. I set out in my hunting leather with crossbow, upon a pacing tharlarion, after tabuk.'
'You were alone?' I asked.
'Yes', she said.
'A fool, fit for the collar', commented my hostess.
'I was after tabuk', she said, 'but others, too, were abroad that day, who sought a slower, softer game.'
My hostess laughed, and the slave clasped the bars yet more tightly.
'I did not suspect they were in the vicinity', said the slave.
'That is not unusual', I said. Such men, of course, commonly know their business.
'I spotted a tabuk, and set off in hot pursuit, across the fields', she said. 'It was an agile, wily beast, and led me a splendid chase. Intent upon it I did not note the other riders, closing in upon me. The tabuk harried to exhaustion, helpless, lying gasping on the grass, I rode to it, my crossbow ready. It would not be a difficult shot. I would enter my bolt into its heart. I took aim. But the bow was lifted from me. Greetings, said a man. How dare you interfere! I cried. The tabuk is mine! No, he said, it is you who are ours. What? I cried. Greetings, said he then, slave. What! I cried. But I felt then two ropes, from opposite sides, encircle my neck. I was dragged back off the tharlarion into the grass. I sprang to my feet. I reached for my dagger, but it had been removed from my sheath! I stood there, wild, on the grass, between them, the two ropes on my neck. Then in short order I was stripped and bound, my ankles together and my hands before me."
Mercenaries of Gor, p. 335-36
