It's an old short story written in russian some 7 years ago but I just stumbled upon the english translation. So decided to share with the comm. Not the best translation but will do :)Original Story in RussianEnglish TranslationRespect For Traditions
The shuttle docked with the spaceship and the passengers boarded for the trip down to the planet. Jammar, working to maintain the indifferent and unscrutable facial expression befitting a man, traversed the aisles and finally found his seat. His next-seat neighbor turned out to be an old woman.
"First time to a new planet, young man?" she asked with a smile.
Jammar, annoyed that his inexperience was so easy to detect, nodded and turned away, indicating unwillingness to carry on a conversation. "For shame!" he thought. "An old woman using make-up, and no head covering! Like some whore!"
It's been over ten years since the men from the stars came to Mirjal, but none of the Free People had so far managed to get used to their degraded customs.
Cursed peddlers with no honor! How can it be that those cowardly sheep live in the lap of luxury, while true warriors languish in poverty and are forced to sell their land and what's in it to buy all sorts of devil's playthings from the stars? But this will yet change, and he, Jammar, will help make it happen! His uncle was right when he said that the star people are less manly than women. Had the men of Jammar's tribe possessed weaponry like the star people, would they have lowered themselves to trade? What can be more honorable than to take what's yours by the right of conquest, or else perish heroically in battle and listen to those left behind sing songs of your bravery, in Paradise? But the tribe hadn't had such weapons. Well, now it does! Three flying boats, and tubes that kill with light and sting with iron. These were bought with the money that the star people tossed, like alms, for them to buy food for the starving slaves. And whose fault is it that there are more slaves now than the earth can feed? Who used their damn star magic to ensure that disease doesn't claim excess slave children? Now there are more slaves than free men, and those animals want to eat, all the time! Some even dare to complain, however quietly. It would be proper to just kill off all the extra slaves, but those star critters threaten to cut off the money then! Well, not for long! Once he, Jammar, obtains food for the flying boats, those cowardly star people will pay for everything. And they don't know how to fight. How can one who's afraid of death be a good fighter? And what good is a weapon in the hands of the warrior who is afraid to use it? Such is not a warrior, but a woman. Plus, among the Free People warriors go on the warpath at twelve, and everybody knows that the star people are under a curse not to kill warriors under twelve, or women. So they won't dare fire at flying boats manned by warriors who haven't reached their eighteenth spring. We'll take along a good number of young women, just in case, so that the curse will lie heavily on the star people. And if they do dare to fire, so what? Paradise is open to warriors of all ages.( Read more...Collapse )