Gor versus earth - Part 16

  • Tal dear reader,

    In this next chapter of "Gor versus earth," we continue with the game "Bola Run".

    "I took the binding thong from my belt and put it in my teeth.
    I began to swing the bola.
    To my amazement, as I swung the bola in ever faster circles, never taking my eyes off her, she broke the straight running pattern only about fifty yards from the whip circle, and began to dodge, moving always, however, toward the lance. This puzzled me. Surely she had not miscounted, not Dina of Turia. As the judge counted aloud I observed the pattern, two left, then a long right to compensate, moving toward the lance; two left, then right; two left, then right.
    "Fifteen!" called the judge, and I streaked on kaiila back from the circle of the boskhide whip.
    I rode at full speed, for there was not a beat to lose. Even if by good fortune I managed to tie Albrecht, Elizabeth would still belong to the Kassars, for Conrad had a clear win over Kamchak. It is dangerous, of course, to approach any but a naive, straight-running, perhaps terrified, girl at full speed, for should she dodge or move to one side, one will have to slow the kaiila to turn it after her, lest one be carried past her too rapidly, even at the margins of bola range. But I could judge Dina's run, two left, one right, so I set the kaiila running at full speed for what would seem to be the unwilling point of rendezvous between Dina and the leather of the bola. I was surprised at the simplicity of her pattern. I wondered how it could be that such a girl had never been taken in less than thirty-two beats, that she had reached the lance forty times.
    I would release the bola in another beat as she took her second sprint to the left.
    Then I remembered the intelligence of her eyes, her confidence, that never had she been taken in less than thirty-two beats, that she had reached the lance forty times. Her skills must be subtle, her timing marvelous.
    I released the bola, risking all, hurling it not to the expected rendezvous of the second left but to a first right, unexpected, the first break in the two-left, one-right pattern. I heard her startled cry as the weighted leather straps flashed about her thighs, calves and ankles, in an instant lashing them together as tightly as though by binding fiber. Hardly slackening speed I swept past the girl, turned the kaiila to face her, and again kicked it into a full gallop. I briefly saw a look of utter astonishment on her beautiful face. Her hands were out, trying instinctively to maintain her balance; the bola weights were still snapping about her ankles in tiny, angry circles; in an instant she would fall to the grass; racing past I seized her by the hair and threw her over the saddle; scarcely did she comprehend what was happening before she found herself my prisoner, while yet the kaiila did still gallop, bound about the pommel of the saddle. I had not taken even the time to dismount. Only perhaps a beat or two before the kaiila leapt into the circle had I finished the knots that confined her. I threw her to the turf at the judge's feet. The judge, and the crowd, seemed speechless.
    "Time!" called Kamchak.
    The judge looked startled, as though he could not believe what he had seen. He took his hand from the side of the standing kaiila.
    "Time!" called Kamchak.
    The judge looked at him. "Seventeen," he whispered.
    The crowd was silent, then, suddenly, as unexpectedly as a clap of thunder, they began to roar and cheer.

    Kamchak was thumping a very despondent looking Conrad and Albrecht on the shoulders.
    I looked down at Dina of Turia. Looking at me in rage, she began to pull and squirm in the thongs, twisting in the grass.
    The judge allowed her to do so for perhaps a few Ihn, maybe thirty seconds or so, and then he inspected her bonds. He stood up, a smile on his face. "The wench is secured," he said."

    Nomads of Gor, Pages 68 - 78

    On earth, the Bola, also called Bolas, (Spanish: “balls”; from boleadoras), South American Indian weapon, primarily used for hunting, consisting of stone balls, usually in a group of three, attached to long, slender ropes. In hunting animals in open country, the bola is whirled like a sling, then thrown parallel to the ground to entwine the quarry’s legs. Bolas were also used by the gauchos of Argentina and Uruguay to catch cattle.

    I wish you well,

    Yahto

     

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