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I still had not determined to my satisfaction that she might be fully trusted, much to her distress, and I would take no chances with her, for I knew who she was, the bandit princess of the lofty plundering Treve of the Voltai Range. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #2)

"It means, Tarl Cabot," she said, her eyes wet with tears, "that I love you". I untied her wrists and kissed her. The Safekeeping of Vika of Treve It was hard to believe that the gentle, obedient girl who nestled in my arms, who had so leaped and sobbed with pleasure, was the proud Vika of Treve. I still had not determined to my satisfaction that she might be fully trusted, much to her distress, and I would take no chances with her, for I knew who she was, the bandit princess of the lofty plundering Treve of the Voltai Range. No, I would take no chances with this girl, whom I knew to be as treacherous and vicious as the nocturnal, sinuous, predatory sleen. "Cabot," she begged, "what must I do that you will trust me?" "I know you," I said. "No, dear Cabot," she said, "you do not know me". - (Priest-Kings of Gor)