The Silk and the Song
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The next few months were misery to Alan. He had the physical qualities Snuk liked in a mount, and Snuk rode him more frequently than any of his other saddle men.
Snuk liked to ride fast, and he ran Alan unmercifully. They would return at the end of a hot afternoon, Alan bathed in sweat and so tired his limbs trembled uncontrollably.
Besides, Snuk was an uncompromising master with more than a touch of cruelty in his make-up. He would whip Alan savagely for minor inattention, for failure to respond promptly to the reins, for speaking at all in his presence. Alan's back was soon covered with spur scars, and one eye often was half closed from a whip lash across the face.
In desperation, Alan sought the counsel of his old friend, Robb, whom he saw often now that he was in the men's field.
"There's nothing you can do," Robb said. "I just thank the Golden Star that Wiln rides me and I'll be too old for Snuk to ride whe
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The author uses creative spelling for the planet's inhabitants and vegetation, and that, mixed with a huge number of typos makes reading the story a bit of a chore.
Also, Alan's struggles to be free moved me, and the wonder of the story itself stuck with me.
"Twinkle, twinkle, golden star
I can see you, though you're far...."
It's a great little yarn that ends with the potential to spawn a 1,000-page follow-up.