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Too, surely she could remember the feel of the scimitar of discipline on her ankles at Port Kar, at the desk of the wharf praetor. - (Explorers of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #712)

Ulafi, commendably, was taking no chances with the wench. I did not think, however, that she would be likely to attempt to escape again, anyway. She had now learned something of her slavery, and she had felt the whip. Too, surely she could remember the feel of the scimitar of discipline on her ankles at Port Kar, at the desk of the wharf praetor. At a word from Ulafi her feet would have been cut off. Mercifully she had been only whipped, thereafter being identified as what she was, a slave, by brand and collar. I did not think she would wish to lose her feet. - (Explorers of Gor)