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`Twas Se'Kara, and the awful gitch
Did welter and wallow in the ditch:
All sultry were the pleasure slaves,
whom All of Turia raves...
"Beware the Gorean Warrior, my son!
with lance and quiva, bold
Beware the yellow pool, and shun
The fierce Tuchuk, Harold!"
The straps of a stolen tarn, took He
Long time,the beautiful Hareena He sought --
So rested Harold by the Tur tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in idiotic thought He stood,
The blonde Tuchuk, doing only what He could,
Came swimming like a sea sleen,
Remembering from his youth, wiping the pool clean!
Needing a bath and scraping with a strigil,
He swam to freedom and back again
Nothing on Gor would keep Him from His vigil
So determined a lad, destined to become a Man!
Owning no kaiila, bosk or wagon,
He practiced with castoff weapon,
so into Turia He went
along with Tarl Cabot, hellbent.
Devious and cunning or just cavalier and daft?
No more shall young beauties laugh!
As the Courage Scar He now bears
And all Honor from the Plains He wears.
"Beware the Gorean Warrior, my son!
with lance and quiva, bold
Beware the yellow pool, and shun
The fierce Tuchuk, Harold!"
`Twas Se'Kara, and the awful gitch
Did welter and wallow in the ditch:
All sultry were the pleasure slaves,
whom All of Turia raves...
-slave girl of Gor
Quotes referenced on this site are from the
series of books, Chronicles of Counter Earth, of the planet Gor.
-authored by John Norman
