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Though the translator which still hung about Sarm's neck with the string of silverish tools was not turned on I would not have needed it to interpret the desperate odor-signal emitted by the First Born. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #174)

In that instant I saw the bladelike projections disappear from the tips of Sarm's forelegs and he folded his forelegs against his body and ceased resistance, even lifting his head in order to further expose the crucial tube that linked thorax with head. Misk's jaws no longer closed but he stood as if undecided. Sarm was his to kill. Though the translator which still hung about Sarm's neck with the string of silverish tools was not turned on I would not have needed it to interpret the desperate odor-signal emitted by the First Born. It was, indeed, though shorter and more intense, the first odor-signal that had ever been addressed to me, only then it had come from Misk's translator in the chamber of Vika. Had the translator been turned on, I would have heard "Lo Sardar"—"I am a Priest-King". Misk removed his jaws from the throat of Sarm and stepped back. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)