I suppose that on the marrow Kamchak would call for the Tuchuk Iron Master, to brand what he called his little barbarian; the brand of the Tuchuk slave, incidentally, is not the same as that used generally in the cities, which for girls, is the first letter of the expression Kajira in cursive script, but the sign of the four bosk horns that of the Tuchuk standard; the brand of the four bosk horns, set in such a manner as to somewhat resemble the letter "H", is only about an inch high; the common Gorean brand, on the other hand, is usually an inch and a half to two inches high; the brand of the four bosk horns, of course, is also used to mark the bosk of the Tuchuks, but there, of course, it is much larger, forming roughly a six-inch square; following the branding, I suppose that Kamchak would have one of the tiny nose rings affixed; all Tuchuk females, slave or free, wear such rings; after these things there would only remain, of course, an engraved Tuchuk collar and the clothing of Elizabeth Caldwell.
(Nomads of Gor page 62)
The standard of the Kassars is that of a scarlet, three-weighted bola, which hangs from a lance; the symbolic representation of the bola, three circles joined at the centre by lines, is used to mark their bosk and slaves.
(Nomads of Gor page 106)
The standard of the Kataii is a yellow bow, bound across a black lance; their brand is also that of a bow, facing to the left.
(Nomads of Gor page 106)
The Paravaci standard is a large banner of jewels beaded on golden wires, forming the head and horns of a bosk its value is incalulable; the Paravaci brand is symbolic representation of a bosk head, a semicircle resting on an inverted isosceles triangle.
(Nomads of Gor page 106)
I had seen the design at the tip of the iron. It was a small flower, stylized; it was circular, about an inch and a half in diameter; it was not unlike a small rose; it was incredibly and delicate.
(Slave Girl of Gor page 52)
The man, placing heavy gloves on his hands, withdrew from the braizer a slave iron. Its tip was a figure some inch and a half high, the first letter in the cursive script, in the Gorean alphabet, of the expression Kajira. It is a beautiful letter.
(Hunters of Gor page 51)
On an iron table, to the right of the rack, there was a flat box. "Lie on your right side, exposing your left thigh," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. From the box he then took a small curved knife and a tiny cylindrical leather flask. I gritted my teeth, but made no sound. With the small knife he gashed my left thigh, making upon it a small, strange design. He then took a powder, orange in colour, from the flask and rubbed it into the wound.
(Explorers of Gor page 330)
Incidentally, there are many brands on Gor. Two that almost never occur on Gor, by the way, are those of the moon and collar, and of the chain and claw. The first of these commonly occurs in certain of the Gorean enclaves on Earth, which serve as headquarters for agents of the Priest-Kings; the second tends to occur in the lair of the Kurii agents of Earth; the first brand consists of a locked collar and, ascending to the right, three quarter moons; this brand indicates the girl is subject to Gorean discipline; the chain-and-claw brand signifies, of course, slavery and subjection with the compass of the Kur yoke.
(Explorers of Gor page 12)
The brand used by Folkbeard is not uncommon in the north, there is less uniformity in Trovaldsland on these matters than in the south, where the merchant caste, with its recommendations for standardization, is more powerful. All over Gor, of course, the slave girl is a familiar commodity. The brand used by the Folkbeard, found rather frequently in the north, consisted of a half circle, with, at its right tip, adjoining it, a steep, diagonal line. The half circle is about an inch and a quarter in height. The brand is, like many, symbolic. In the north, the bond-maid is sometimes referred to as a woman whose belly lies beneath the sword.
(Mauraders of Gor page 87)
Four men held me, naked, near the brazier. I could feel the heat blazing from the canister. The sky was very blue, the clouds were white. "Please, no!", I wept. I saw Rask, with a heavy glove, draw forth one of the irons from the fire. It riminated in a tiny letter, not more than a quarter of an inch high. The letter was white hot. "This is a penatly brand", he said. "It marks you as a liar". "Please, Master!", I wept. "I no longer have patience with you", he said. "Be marked as what you are". I screamed uncontrollably as he pressed in the iron, holding it firmly into my leg. Then, after some two or four Ihn, her removed it. I could not stop screaming with pain. I smelled the odour of burned flesh, my own. I began to whimper. I could not breath. I gasped for breath. Still the men held me. "This penatly brand", said Rask of Treve, lifting another braizer, again with a tiny letter at its glowing termination, "marks you also as what you are, as a thief". "Please, no Master!" I wept. I could not move a muscle of my left leg. It might as well have been a locked vise. It must wait for the iron. I screamed again, uncontrollably. I had been branded as a thief. "This third iron", said Rask of Treve, "is, too, a penalty iron. I mark you with this not for myself, but for Ute". Through raging tears I saw, white hot, the tiny letter. "It marks you a traitress", said Rask of Treve. He looked at me, with fury. "Be marked as a traitress", he said. Then he pressed the third iron onto my flesh. As it entered my flesh, biting and searing, I saw Ute watching, her face betraying no emotion. I screamed, and wept, and screamed. Still the men did not release me. Rask of Treve lifted the last iron from the fire. It was much larger, the letter at its termination some one and a half inches high. It, too, was white hot. I knew the brand. I had seen it on Ena's thigh. It was the mark of Treve. Rask of Treve decided that my flesh should bear that mark. "No, Master Please!", I begged him. "Yes, Worthless Slave", he said "you will wear in your flesh the mark of the city of Treve". "Please", I begged. "What men ask you", he said"who is it that marked you as a liar and a thief, and a traitress, point to this brand, and say, I was marked by one of Treve, who was displeased with me.
(Captive of Gor page 310)
The street was lined by throngs of Tuchuks and slaves. Among them, too, were soothsayers and haruspexes, and singers and musicians, and, here and there, small peddlers and merchants, of various cities, for such are occassionally permitted by the Tuchuks, who crave their wares, to approach the wagons. Each of these, I was later to learn, wore on his forearm a tiny brand, in the form of spreading bosk horns, which guaranteed his passage, at certain seasons, across the plains of the Wagon Peoples. The difficulty, of course, is in first obtaining the brand. If, in the case of a singer, the song is rejected, or in the case of a merchant, his merchandise is rejected, he is slain out of hand. This acceptance brand, of course, carries with it a certain stain of ignominy, suggesting that those who approach the wagons do as slaves.
(Nomads of Gor page 34)
(Beasts of Gor page 229)
(Players of Gor page 191)
(Renegades of Gor page 124)