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And surely I would rather have been a brother to that gentle, rational monster than many of the barbarians I had met on Gor. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #19)

I glanced no more at her, but put my hand on the foreleg of Nar, gently, so that I might not injure any of the sensory hairs. "Well, Brother," I said, remembering the insult of the daughter of the Ubar, "shall we continue our journey?" I wanted Nar to understand that not all humankind were as contemptuous of the Spider People as the daughter of the Ubar. "Indeed, Brother," responded the mechanical voice of Nar. And surely I would rather have been a brother to that gentle, rational monster than many of the barbarians I had met on Gor. Indeed, perhaps I should be honored that he had addressed me as brother—I who failed to meet his standards, I who had so many times, intentionally or unintentionally, injured those of the rational kind. Nar, with me on his back, moved from the knoll. "Wait!" cried the daughter of the Ubar. - (Tarnsman of Gor)