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Perhaps they would simply be treated as fanatics, as daft homeless wanderers, innocent in the madness of their delusions. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 33, Sentence #118)

Suppose that even now if they knew the truth—what would change? Would I really expect them—at least on the whole—to burn their robes, to surrender their claims to secret knowledge and powers, to pick up the hoes of Peasants, the needles of the Cloth Workers, to bend their energies to the humble tasks of honest work? "He is an impostor," said one of the Initiates. "He must die," said another. I hoped that those humans who returned from the Nest would not be hunted by Initiates and burned or impaled as heretics and blasphemers. Perhaps they would simply be treated as fanatics, as daft homeless wanderers, innocent in the madness of their delusions. Who would believe them? Who would take the word of scattered vagrants against the word of the mighty Caste of Initiates? And, if he did believe them, who would dare to speak out that he did so? The Initiates, it seemed, had conquered. I supposed many of the humans might even return to the Nest, where they could live and love and be happy. Others, perhaps, to keep the skies of Gor over their head, might confess to deceit; but I suspected there would be few of those; yet I was sure that there would indeed be confessions and admissions of guilt, from individuals never within the Sardar, but hired by Initiates to discredit the tales of those who had returned. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)