| ~Hunters of Gor~ Witten by John Norman (Copyright 1974 by JohnNorman) (Daw Books) ~Back Cover~ Three lovely women were keys to Tarl Cabot's career on Gor, Earth's orbital counterpart. They were: Talena, daughter of Gor's greatest ruler and once Tarl's queen. Elizabeth Cardwell, who had been Tarl's comrade in two of his greatest exploits. Verna, haughty chief of the untamed panther women of the Northern forests. Hunters of Gor finally reveals the fate of these three--as Tarl Cabot ventures into the wilderness to pit his skill and his life against the brutal cunning of Gorean outlaws and enemy warriors. ~Inside~ "It is long since you have been the Free Companion of Talena, daughter of Marlenus," said Samos. "The Companionshp, not renewed annually, is at an end.........You have no obligation to seek her." I knew that. I had never forgotten her, the beautiful, olive-skinned, green-eyed Talena, the proud blood of Marlenus of Ar, Ubar of Ubars, in her veins. She had been my first love. It had been years since we had touched. "Priest-Kings tore her from me," I told Samos, hard-eyed. Samos did not look up from the playing-board. "In the game of worlds," he said," we are not important. You would do well to stay in Port Kar." "Talena is held slave in the northern forests," I told him. "Do you still love her?" asked Samos, looking up at me directly. "Of course!" I shouted, angrily |
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| "The Companionship, not renewed annually, is at an end. And you were once enslaved." ……..It was true that the Companionship, not renewed, had been dissolved in the eyes of Gorean law. It was further true that, had it not been so, the Companionship would have been terminated abruptly when one or the other of the pledged companions fell slave." ~Hunters of Gor, page 9~ "Gold had been nothing to Rim. I suspected, then, he might once have been of the warriors." ~Hunters of Gor, page 17~ “Male slaves, on Gor, are not particularly valuable, and to not command high prices. Most labor is performed by free men. Most commonly, male slaves are utilized on the cargo galleys, and in the mines, and on the great farms. They also serve, frequently, as porters at the wharves. Still, perhaps they are fortunate to have their lives, even at such a price. Males captured in war, or in the seizure of cylinders or villages, or in the pillaging of caravans, are commonly slain. The female is the prize commodity in the Gorean slave markets. A high price for a male is a silver tarsk, but even a plain wench, of low caste, provided she moves well to the touch of the auctioneer's coiled whip, will bring as much or more. An exception to the low prices for males generally is that paid for a certified woman's slave, a handsome male, silken clad, who has been trained to tend a woman's compartments. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness. Prices, of course, tend to fluctuate with given markets and seasons. If there are few such on the market in a given time, their prices will tend to be proportionately higher. Such men tend to be sold in women's auctions, closed to free men, with the exception, of course, of the auctioneer and such personnel. “ ~Hunters of Gor, page 32~ "I glanced about myself, in the crowds, as we worked our way through them. I saw a blond giant from Torvaldsland, with braided hair, in shaggy jacket; a merchant from Tyros, hurrying, perfumed and sleek; seamen from Cos, and Port Kar, mortal enemies, yet passing one another without thought in the streets of Lydius; a black woman, veiled in yellow, borne in a palanquin by eight black warriors, perhaps from as far south as Anango or Ianda; two hunters, perhaps from Ar, cowled in the heads of forest panthers; a wood cutter from one of the villages north of Lydius, his sticks bound on his back; a peasant, from south of the Laurius, with a basket of suls; an intent, preoccupied scribe, lean and clad in the scribe's blue, with a scroll, perhaps come north for high fees to tutor the Sons of rich men; a brown-clad, hearty fellow from Laura, some two hundred pasangs upriver; a slaver, with the medallion of Ar over his robes; two blond slave girls, clad in brief white, bells on their left ankles, walking together and laughing, speaking in the accents of Thentis; I saw even a warrior of the Tuchuks, from the distant, treeless plains of the south, though I did not know him; it was not by the epicanthic fold that I recognized him; it was by the courage scars, high on his angular cheekbones." ~Hunters of Gor, page 41 & 42~ "She came through the kitchen door, in the tiny slip of diaphanous yellow silk allotted to paga slaves." ~Hunters of Gor, page 56~ "A slave girl is not permitted to conceal anything from her master. She is his. She must be completely open to him, in all ways, and at all times." ~Hunters of Gor, page 84~ "Bracelets," he snapped. She put her head in the air and placed her hands behind her back." ~Hunters of Gor, page 146~ "……her body, as she drew the brief, exotic, degrading silk about her, subtly and mistakably, was shaken by an involuntary tremor of sensuality. I suppose it was the first time her body had felt silk. I have often wondered at the excitement generated in women by the simple feel of silk on their bodies. I gather that it is a sensuous experience…………It was not ordinary silk which she, then, for the first time, felt on her body. It was the softest and finest of diaphanous silks, clinging and betraying. It had been milled to reveal a woman most exquisitely and beautifully to a master. It was brief, exotic, humiliating, degrading. It was, of course, slave silk." ~Hunters of Gor, page 150-151~ "Her name might be changed, or altered, as often as a Master wished. Indeed, he need not even give her a name. Changing a girl's name, or taking it away, are common modes of Gorean slave discipline." ~Hunters of Gor, page 225~ "What is the duty of a slave girl?" I inquired. "Absolute obedience," she said, frightened. "What are you?" I inquired. "A slave girl," she said. "What is your duty?" I asked. "Absolute obedience," she cried out." ~Hunters of Gor, page 258~ “Goreans, in their simplistic fashion, often contend, categorically, that man is naturally free and woman is naturally slave. But even for them the issues are far more complex than these simple formulations would suggest. For example, there is no higher person, nor one more respected, than the Gorean free woman…….. Goreans do believe….that every woman has a natural master or set of masters, with respect to whom she could not help but be a complete and passionate slave girl.” ~Hunters of Gor, page 311~ |
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