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    Re: Spider People + Kur

    Melinda - 10.06.2007, 20:35

    Spider People + Kur
    Tal All,

    Since today we had in Town the visit of a slave from Port Victoria that was wanting to say she was of the Spider people (if I remember correctly) of course she was standing like us, talking like us..and said that there was other forms then Humans living in Gor, which I agree with, I though taht maybe it would be good to post here what those are to my knowledge

    Priest Kings of course which we all know who they are

    and

    SPIDER PEOPLE
    ------------------

    When I opened my eyes, I found myself partially adhering to a vast network of broad, elastic strands that formed a structure, perhaps a pasang in width, and through which at numerous points projected the monstrous trees of the swamp forest. I felt the network, or web, tremble, and I struggled to rise, but found myself unable to gain my feet. My flesh adhered to the adhesive substance of the broad strands. Approaching me, stepping daintily for all its bulk, prancing over the strands, came one of the Swamp Spiders of Gor. I fastened my eyes on the blue sky, wanting it to be the last thing I looked upon. I shuddered as the beast paused near me, and I felt the light stroke of its forelegs, felt the tactile investigation of the sensory hairs on its appendages. I looked at it, and it peered down, with its four pairs of pearly eyes—quizzically, I thought. Then, to my astonishment, I heard a mechanically reproduced sound say, “Who are you?”
    I shuddered, believing that my mind had broken at last. In a moment the voice repeated the question, the volume of the sound being slightly increased, and then added, “Are you from the city of Ar?”
    “No,” I said, taking part in what I believed must be some fantastic hallucination in which I madly conversed with myself. “No, I am not,” I said. “I am from the Free City of Ko-ro-ba.”
    When I said this, the monstrous insect bent near me and I caught sight of the mandibles, liked curved knives. I tensed myself for the sudden lateral chopping of those pincerlike jaws. Instead, saliva or some related type of secretion or exudate was being applied to the web in my vicinity, which loosened its adhesive grip. When freed, I was lifted lightly in the mandibles and carried to the edge of the web, where the spider seized a hanging strand and scurried downward, placing me on the ground. He then backed away from me on his eight legs, but never taking the pearly gaze of his several eyes from me.
    I heard the mechanically reproduced sound again. It said, “My name is Nar, and I am of the Spider People.”
    I then saw for the first time that strapped to his abdomen was a translation device, not unlike those I had seen in Ko-ro-ba. It apparently translated sound impulses, below my auditory threshold, into the sounds of human speech. My own replies were undoubtedly similarly transformed into some medium the insect could understand. One of the insect’s legs twiddled with a knob on the translation device. “Can you hear this?” he asked. He had reduced the volume of the sound to its original level, the level at which he had asked his original question.
    “Yes,” I said.
    The insect seemed relieved. “I am pleased,” he said. “I do not think it is appropriate for rational creatures to speak loudly.”

    Tarnsman of Gor - 81


    KUR OR KURII
    -----------------

    I sat down, cross-legged, some twenty feet in front of the platform, and waited. I watched the thing on the platform. It was large, and shaggy, and curled upon itself, and alive. I was not sure, initially, if there were one or more things on the platform. But then I became confident it was only one thing. I had not realized he was so gigantic. I sat quietly, watching it breathe.
    After a time it stirred. Then, with an ease, an indolent smoothness of motion startling in so large a beast it sat up on the platform, regarding me. It blinked. The pupils of its eyes ,were like dark moons. It yawned. I saw the double row of fangs, inclined backward in the mouth, to move caught meat toward the throat. It blinked again, and began to lick its paws. Its long, dark tongue, too, cleaned the fur about its mouth. It turned away and went to a side of the room where it relieved itself. A lever, depressed, released water, washing the waste away. The animal scratched twice on the plates near where it had relieved itself, as though reflexively covering its spoor. It then, moving on all fours, lightly, moved forward, around the platform, and went to the sunken basin of water in the room. It put down its cupped paws and splashed water in its face, and then shook its head. Too, it took water in its cupped paws, and drank. With one paw it gestured that I should approach, and palm open on the appendage, indicated that I might use the water. Crouching down I took a bit of water in the palm of my hand and drank.
    We looked at one another across the sunken basin. The animal, on all fours, withdrew from the edge of the basin. It projected its claws and scratched on the rug like sub-stance on the walls. Then, claws catching in the heavy material, it moved up the wall, stretching and twisting its body. Then it dropped down to a pole in the scaffolding. It sat there for a moment, and then, lightly, swung from one pole to another, and then returned, dropping lightly, for an animal of its weight, to the floor before the platform. It stretched again, catlike. And then it rose to its hind feet and looked down at me. It was more than eight feet in height. I would have conjectured its weight at some nine hundred pounds. Then it dropped again to all fours and moved to the table on which there reposed the dark, box like object. It moved a switch on the box. It uttered sounds, low, guttural, inquisitive. It did not use human phonemes and so it is difficult, if not impossible, to convey the quality of the sound. If you have heard the noises made by great cats, such as the Bengal tiger or the black-maned lion, and can conceive of such noises articulated with the subtlety and precision of civilized speech, that will provide you with an approximation of what I heard. On the other hand, the vocal apparatus of the beast was not even of Earth origin. Certain of its sounds, for example, were more reminiscent of the snort of the boar, the snuffling of the grizzly, the hiss of the snake, than those of the large cats. The phonemes of such beasts are unmistakable, but they are, truly, like nothing Earth has prepared one to hear. They are different, not of Earth, alien. To hear these noises, and know they are a speech can be initially very frightening. Evolution did not prepare those of Earth to find intelligence in such a form...........


    ......“Our brain cases are larger than those of humans,” it said. “Our anatomy could not well support a larger cranial development. In our history, as in yours, larger brain cases have been selected for.”
    “In what way?” I asked.
    “In the killings,” it said.
    “The Kur is not a social animal?” I asked, “It is a social animal,” it said. “But it is not as social as the human.”
    “That is perhaps a drawback to it as a species,” I said.
    “It has its advantages,” it said. “The Kur can live alone. It can go its own way. It does not need its herd.”
    “Surely, in ancient times, Kurii came together,” I said.
    “Yes,” it said, “in the matings, and the killings.” It looked at me, chewing. “But that was long ago,” it said. “We have had civilization for one hundred thousand years, as you would understand these things. In the dawn of our prehistory small bands emerged from the burrows and the caves and forests. It was a beginning.”
    “How can such an animal have a civilization?” I asked.
    “Discipline,” it said.
    “That is a slender thread with which to restrain such fierce, titanic instincts,” I said.
    The beast extended to me a thigh of the lart. “True,” it said. “I see you understand us well.”
    I took the meat and chewed on it. It was fresh, warm, still porous with blood.
    “You like it, do you not?” asked the beast.
    “Yes,” I said.
    “You see,” it said, “you are not so different from us.”
    “I have never claimed to be,” I said.
    “Is not civilization as great an achievement for your species as for mine?” it asked.
    “Perhaps,” I said.
    “Are the threads on which your survival depends stouter than those on which ours depends?” it asked.
    “Perhaps not,” I said.
    “I know little of humans,” it said, “but it is my understanding that most of them are liars and hypocrites. I do not include you in this general charge.”
    I nodded.
    “They think of themselves as civilized animals, and yet they are only animals with a civilization. There is quite a difference.”
    “Admittedly,” I said.
    “Those of Earth, as I understand it, which is your home world, are the most despicable. They are petty. They mistake weakness for virtue. They take their lack of appetite, their incapacity to feel, as a merit. How small they are. The more they betray their own nature the more they congratulate themselves on their perfection. And they put economic gain above all. Their greed and their fevered scratching repulses me.”
    “Not all on Earth are like that,” I said.
    “It is a food world,” it said, “and the food is not of the best.”
    “What do you put above all?” tasked.
    “Glory,” it said. It looked at me. “Can you understand that?” it asked.
    “I can understand it,” I said.
    “We are soldiers,” it said, “the two of us.”
    “How is it that an animal without strong social instincts can be concerned with glory?” I asked.
    “It emerges, we speculate, from the killings.”
    “The killings?” I asked.
    “Even before the first groups,” it said, “we would gather for the matings and killings. Great circles, rings of our people, would form in valleys, to watch.”
    “You fought for mates?” I asked.
    “We fought for the joy of killing,” it said. “Mating, however, was a prerogative of the victor.” It took a rib bone from the lart and began to thrust it, scraping, between its fangs, freeing and removing bits of wedged meat. “Humans, as I understand it, have two sexes, which, among them, perform all the functions pertinent to the continuance of the species.
    “Yes,” I said, “that is true.”
    “We have three, or, if you prefer, four sexes,” it said. “There is the dominant, which would, I suppose, correspond most closely to the human male. It is the instinct of the dominant to enter the killings and mate. There is then a form of Kur which closely resembles the dominant but does not join in the killings or mate. You may, or may not, regard this as two sexes. There is then the egg-carrier who is impregnated. This form of Kur is smaller than the dominant or the non-dominant, speaking thusly of the nonreproducing form of Kur.”
    “The egg-carrier is the female,” I said.
    “If you like,” said the beast, “but, shortly after impregnation, within a moon, the egg-carrier deposits the fertilized seed in the third form of Kur, which is mouthed, but sluggish and immobile. These fasten themselves to hard surfaces, rather like dark, globular anemones. The egg develops inside the body of the blood-nurser and, some months later, it tears its way free.”
    “It has no mother,” I said.
    “Not in the human sense,” it said. “It will, however, usually follow, unless it itself is a blood-nurser, which is drawn out, the first Kur it sees, providing it is either an egg-carrier or a nondominant.”
    “What if it sees a dominant?” I asked.
    “If it is itself an egg-carrier or a nondominant, it will shun the dominant,” it said. “This is not unwise, for the dominant may kill it.”
    “What if it itself is potentially a dominant?” I asked.
    The lips of the beast drew back. “That is what all hope,” it said. “If it is a dominant and it encounters a dominant, it will bare its tiny fangs and expose its claws.”
    “Will the dominant not kill it then?” I asked.
    “Perhaps later in the killings, when it is large and strong,” he said, “but certainly not when it is small. It is on such that the continuance of the species depends. You see, it must be tested in the killings.”
    “Are you a dominant?” I asked.
    “Of course,” it said. Then it added, “I shall not kill you for the question.”
    “I meant no harm,” I said.
    Its lips drew back.
    “Are most Kurii dominants?” I asked.
    “Most are born dominants,” it said, “but most do not survive the killings.”
    “It seems surprising that there are many Kurii,” I said.
    “Not at all,” he said. “The egg-carriers can be frequently impregnated and frequently deposit the fertilized egg in a blood-nurser. There are large numbers of blood-nursers. In the human species it takes several months for a female to carry and deliver an offspring. In the same amount of time a Kur egg-carrier will develop seven to eight eggs, each of which may be fertilized and deposited in a blood-nurser.”
    “Do Kur young not drink milk?” I asked.
    “The young receive blood in the nurser,” he said, “When it is born it does not need milk, but water and common protein.”
    “It is born fanged?” I asked.
    “Of course,” it said. “And it is capable of stalking and killing small animals shortly after it leaves the nurser.”
    “Are the nursers rational?” I asked.
    “We do not think so,” it said.
    “Can they feel anything?” I asked.
    “They doubtless have some form of sensation,” it said. “They recoil when struck or burned.”
    “But there are native Kurii on Gor,” I said, “or, at any rate, Kurii who have reproduced themselves on this world.”
    “Certain ships, some of them originally intended for colonization, carried representatives of our various sexes, with the exception of the nondominants,” it said. “We have also, where we knew of Kurii groups, sometimes managed to bring in egg-carriers and blood-nursers.”
    “It is to your advantage that there be native Kurii,” I said.
    “Of course,” he said, “yet they are seldom useful allies. They lapse too swiftly into barbarism.” He lowered the bone with which he was picking his teeth and threw it, and the remains of the lart, to the side of the room. He then took a soft, white cloth from a drawer in the table on which the translator reposed, and wiped his paws. “Civilization is fragile,” he said.
    “Is there an order among your sexes?” I asked.
    “Of course there is a biological order,” he said. “Structure is a function of nature. How could it be otherwise?”
    “There is first the dominant, and then the egg-carrier, and then the nondominant, and then, if one considers such things Kur, the blood-nurser.”
    “The female, or egg-carrier, is dominant over the non-dominant?” I asked.
    “Of course,” he said. ‘They are despicable.”
    “Suppose a dominant is victorious in the killings,” I said. “Then what occurs?”
    “Many things could occur,” he said, “but he then, generally, with a club, would indicate what egg-carriers he desires. He then ties them together and drives them to his cave. In the cave he impregnates them and makes them serve him.”
    “Do they attempt to run away?” I asked.
    “No,” he said. “He would hunt them down and kill them. But after he has impregnated them they tend to remain, even when untied, for he is then their dominant.”
    “What of the nondominants?” I asked.
    “They remain outside the cave until the dominant is finished, fearing him muchly. When he has left the cave they creep within, bringing meat and gifts to the females, that they may be permitted to remain within the cave, as part of the dominant’s household. They serve under the females and take their orders from them. Most work, including the care of the young, is performed by nondominants.”
    “I do not think I would care to be a nondominant,” I said.
    “They are totally despicable,” he said, “but yet, oddly, sometimes a nondominant becomes a dominant. This is a hard thing to understand. Sometimes it happens when there is no dominant in the vicinity. Sometimes it seems to happen for no obvious reason; sometimes it happens when a nondominant is humiliated and worked beyond his level of tolerance. It is interesting. This occasional, almost inexplicable transformation of a nondominant into a dominant is the reason our biologists differ as to whether our species has three, or four sexes.”
    “Perhaps the nondominant is only a latent dominant,” I said.
    “Perhaps,” he said. “It is hard to tell.”
    “The restriction of mating to the dominants,” I said, “plus the selections in the killings, must tend to produce a species unusually aggressive and savage.”
    “It tends also to produce one that is extremely intelligent,” said the animal.
    I nodded.
    “But we are civilized folk,” said the animal. It rose to Its feet and went to a cabinet. “You must not think of us in terms of our bloody past.”
    “Then, on the steel ships,” I said, “the killings, and the fierce matings, no longer take place.”
    The animal, at the opened cabinet, turned to regard me. “I did not say that,” he said.
    “The killings and the matings then continue to take place on the steel worlds?” I asked.
    “Of course,” he said.
    “The past, then, is still with you on the steel worlds,” I said.
    “Yes,” it said. “Is the past not always with us?”
    “Perhaps,” I said.
    Beasts of Gor, pages 366-371


    I did not tell Ivar that those he knew as Kurii, or the beasts, were actually specimens of an alien race, that they, or those in their ships, were locked in war with Priest-Kings for the domination of two worlds, Gor and the Earth.
    Marauders of Gor, page 92


    Enclosed an image of the Kur (representative of course), I couldnt find any for the Spider people, if any has can always post it underneath

    http://img126.imageshack.us/img126/4979/kurrmd0.jpg



    Melinda



    Re: Spider People + Kur

    RedSilver - 11.06.2007, 00:17


    'Spider People'
    man-sized arachnids which inhabit the swampland near the city of Ar; they can communicate in human speech via the mechanical translators they wear around their abdomens; they spin Curlon Fiber which is used in the textile mills of Ar.
    Tarnsman of Gor page 81

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