| “The girls filled their vessels, which, like the hydria, or water vessel, are high-handled, for dipping, in a large kettle hung simmering over a fire near the entrance to the enclosure. Warm paga makes one drunk quicker, it is thought. I usually do not like my paga heated, except sometimes on cold nights……Some Cosians tend to be fond of hot paga. So, too, are some of the folks in the more northern islands” ~Vagabonds of Gor, page 16~ “The two fellows who had supplied the music were silent. One wiped the flute, the other was addressing himself to the tabor, loosening some pegs, relaxing the tension of the drum-head. The drum head is usually made of verrskin, as most often are wineskins.” ~Vagabonds of Gor, page 36~ "It was lonely here. Yet such times are good in the life of a Warrior, times to be alone, to think. He who cannot think is not a man, so saith the codes. Yet neither, too, they continue, is he who can only think." ~Vagabonds of Gor, Page 65~ "Her toenails were not painted, of course. Such is almost unheard of among Gorean free women and is rare even among slaves. The usual Gorean position on the matter is that toenails and fingernails are not, say, red by nature and thus should not be made to appear as if they were. They also tend to frown upon the dyeing of hair. On the other hand, the ornamentation, and adornment, of slaves by means such as jewelry, cosmetics, for example, lipstick and eye shadow, perfume, and such, is common, particularly in the evening. Also, to be sure, her fingernails and toenails might be painted. She is a domestic animal, she may be adorned in any way one pleases. The reservations about hair coloring are particularly acute in commercial situations. One would not wish to buy a girl thinking she was auburn, a rare and muchly prized hair color on Gor, for example, and then discover later that she was, say, blond. Against such fraud, needless to say, the law provides redress." ~Vagabonds of Gor, page 186 “Some fellows do not brand their slaves,” I said. ”That is stupid!” she said. ”It is also contrary to the laws of most cities,” I said, “and to merchant law, as well.” ~Vagabonds of Gor, page 188~ "But a free woman is a thousand times more valuable than a slave!" she said. "Many," said I, "regard a slave as a thousand times more valuable than a free woman." She cried out angrily. It interested me that she had put a specific value on a free woman. "But then," I said, "many also believe that the free woman and the slave are the same, except for a legal technicality."…….. "Free women are only slaves, not yet collared," I said. ~Vagabonds of Gor, page 192 & 193~ “Position!” I snapped. Swiftly she knelt again as she had been commanded earlier. ………. I walked about her, examining her. She kept her back very straight, and her head up. I was then again before her. I noted that the palms of her hands, so soft, so vulnerable, had turned on her thighs, so that they faced up. Among slave girls this is a common way of signifying need, helplessness, and a desire to please. As she probably did not know that I took it to be instinctive, or semi-instinctive, perhaps a subconscious, or only partially understood, utilization of the symbolic aspects of the palm of the female's hand……….In the repertoire of the experienced slave, of course, it is one of her nonverbal signals, one of those numerous signals, such as need knots, body touchings, and such, by means of which she may express herself, even if forbidden to speak. It may be also used as a begging, placatory behavior." ~Vagabonds of Gor, page 209~ "One of the great pleasures of making love to a slave is the uncompromising exploitation of her marvelous sexual sensitivities, her helplessness, then putting her so much in your power, enabling you to do with her as you please and obtain from her what you want. She may be brought up and down, as you please, at your will, at your mercy, and played like an instrument. She may, if you wish, be held short of her ecstasy, cruelly, if you desire, or, in a moment, with a touch, granted it. There are few sights so exciting and beautiful as a helplessly orgasmic slave crying out her submission and love." ~Vagabonds of Gor, Page 216~ ""But are there no other duties?" I asked. "A girl's first duty, of course, Master," she said, "is to be pleasing to her Master." "In what way?" I asked. "In any, and every way, of course, Master," she said shyly." ~Vagabonds of Gor, Page 443~ "I would rest now, for an Ahn, unless interrupted. I had been so much a fool as to be sad. That is not the mood in which to enter battle, even the battle which one knows one cannot win, even the ultimate battle in which one knows one is doomed to defeat. Do not be sad. Better to take the field with laughter, with a joke, with a light thought, with a buoyant heart, or to go forward with sternness, or in fury, or with hatred, or defiance, or calculation, but never with self pity, never with sadness. Never such things, never them! The warrior does not kill himself or aid others in the doing of it. It is not in the codes." ~Vagabonds of Gor, Page 446~ ""May I speak, Master?" asked the girl. "Yes," I said, as Marcus would not respond to her. This permission may be given by any free person and is effective, unless it is overruled by the true master." ~Vagabonds of Gor, Page 486~ "No,” he said. "I do not keep you because of the gold. I am of the scarlet caste. I am of the warriors. I could cast the gold away, as a gesture." "Yes, Master," she said "To me it is meaningless." ~Vagabonds of Gor, Page 490~ |
| ~Vagabonds of Gor~ Written by John Norman (Copyright 1987 by John Norman) ( Daw Books, Inc.) ~Back Cover~ As treachery and betrayal become the prime weapons in the war between Ar and Cos, Tarl Cabot is trapped in the siege of Ar's Station. And when Ar's Station falls to the warriors of Cos, it is only with the aid of the loyal Vosk League, that Tarl and other survivors make their escape from the defeated port. But with the forces of Cos now readying to continue on their devastating march of conquest, Tarl must go undercover as a spy within the enemy camp, hoping to discover their plans and send word to Ar's army before it is too late... In Vagabonds of Gor, Tarl Cabot faces perhaps his greatest challenge of all, as he is caught up in the myriad dangers and intrigue of two mighty powers at war! ~Inside~ "Through the eyes!" I screamed, struggling in the ropes, in the bow of the small craft. Men cried out, about me, with fear and rage. A warrior had been taken from the rence craft before, me, the triangular-jawed head on the long, muscular, sinuous neck, lifting suddenly, glistening, dropping water from the marsh, turning sideways, and siezing the fellow, then lifting him a dozen feet on that long neck, writhing into the air. A rower smote at the side of the creature with his paddle. It backed away, propelled by its heavy, diamond shape, paddle-like appendages, its tail snapping behind it, splashing water. There was much screaming. Within a hundred yards there was a flotilla of small craft, flatboards, barges, scows and rafts, perhaps four or five hundred men. We heard the snapping of the backbone of the fellow in the air. The creature then submerged, and , turning, struck against one of the barges, lifting it up a yard from the water... |
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