 Capture WhipThis is a relevant reference from the Books where a Capture Whip is mentioned. I make no pronouncements on these matters, but report them as I find them. Arrive at your own conclusions. I wish you well, Fogaban At the side of his saddle were the rope and netting that I recalled from the guards accompanying the coffle bound earlier to Victoria Minor. Such things are common to slave hunters. There was, too, a long, muchly coiled whip there the function of which I did not understand. It did not seem a practical implement. The rider went to the side of his saddle and removed a whip from a small ring there. It was the long, several-times-coiled whip I had earlier noted. Certainly it was not the usual slave whip with its five broad blades which slaves learn quickly to fear. Indeed, it seemed to me an unwieldy device. At the time, I did not realize it was a capture whip, and that it was not intended for disciplining a slave. The rider went to the side of his saddle and removed a whip from a small ring there. It was the long, several-times-coiled whip I had earlier noted. Certainly it was not the usual slave whip with its five broad blades which slaves learn quickly to fear. Indeed, it seemed to me an unwieldy device. At the time, I did not realize it was a capture whip, and that it was not intended for disciplining a slave. I had scarcely taken five steps when that long, snakelike lash snapped about my ankles and I fell rudely, abruptly, helplessly to the ground and was drawn back a yard or so toward the rider. I thrust away the encircling leather, sprang to my feet, and, weeping, darted away. A moment later the leather whirled about my body and I was hauled up short, two coils tight about my stomach, wrenching into my flesh. I thrust the coils down over my legs, to the grass, and tried again to flee, when I suddenly stopped short, fearing that I might strangle myself, and I tied to pull the coils from my throat, but I felt myself drawn gently backward, until the rider was within an arm's reach of me. I then, well captured, knowing myself his, turned about and flung myself to my knees, and, putting my head down, a yielded quarry, humbly kissed the rider's feet. "The whip," said the rider, "is a capture whip. It may be used even from the first rung of the mounting ladder, the mount in motion. Many slaves are not familiar with the implement. Had you been so, you would not have dared to run, unless, of course, you were ordered to do so." "Master did not use the 'capture whip,'" I said. "Not from the saddle," he said. |       
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