Cymbal Dance
 
 

"Talena retired behind the silk partition, and I built up the fire in the center of the tent, not
     wishing to retire as yet. I could not forget the figure on the throne, he of the black helmet,
     and I thought perhaps that he had noticed me and had reacted. It had been, perhaps, my
     imagination. I sat on the tent carpet, poking at the small fire in the cooking hole. I could
     hear from a tent nearby the sound of a flute, some soft drums, and the rhythmic jangle of
     some tiny cymbals.

     As I mused, Talena stepped forth from behind the silk curtain. I had thought she had retired.

     Instead, she stood before me in the diaphanous, scarlet dancing silks of Gor. She had rouged
     her lips. My head swam at the sudden intoxicating scent of a wild perfume. Her olive ankles
     bore dancing bangles with tiny bells. Attached to the thumb and index finger of each hand
     were tiny finger cymbals. She bent her knees ever so slightly and raised her arms gracefully
     above her head.

     There was a sudden bright clash of the finger cymbals, and, to the music of the nearby tent,
     Talena, daughter of the Ubar of Ar, began to dance for me.

     As she moved slowly before me, she asked softly, "Do I please you, Master?" There had been
     no scorn, no irony in her voice.

     "Yes," I said, not thinking to repudiate the title by which she had addressed me.

     She paused for a moment and walked lightly to the side of the tent. She seemed to hesitate for
     an instant, then quickly gathered up the slave whip and a leading chain. She placed them
     firmly in my hands and knelt on the tent carpet before me, her eyes filled with a strange
     light, her knees not in the position of a Tower Slave but of a Pleasure Slave.

     "If you wish," she said, "I will dance the Whip Dance for you, or the Chain Dance."

     I threw the whip and chain to the wall of the tent. "No," I said angrily. I would not have
     Talena dance those cruel dances of Gor, which so humbled a woman.
     Tarnsman of Gor, Page 134-135
 
 

Tips for writing a Cymbal Dance



        As other dances have seemd derived from the dances of earth so to does this one, bearing a great resemblance in the use of finger cymbals to the belly dances of the Middle East.

Here are a few things that may well help you in constructiong a cymbal dance.

1. Costume is important, not necessarily does the silk have to be red, but it should be almost see through.
this girl would suggest something in a color that the girls owner enjoys. Remember dancing silks are not your normal silks, they are for special occasions. Each girl should make an effort to find out which colors please the Men of Tyros.

2. Cymbals are not bells, they make a different sound, more of a clinking, or chiming rather than jingling or ringing.

3. Though this dance is not described in detail, use your imagination. We have all seen video or live performances of belly dancing. Use those images when writing this dance.

4. Do not forget that belly dancers use veils, halters and belts, often rimmed with coins or beads. Ask permission to make a costume to wear, and let it guide your thoughts while writing.


 


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