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They had brought me to believe, even, that I actually was Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus, that that, on Gor, at least, was my identity. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #561)

I had been brought to Gor in the event of just such a contingency. If things should go badly in Corcyrus for Ligurious and the Tatrix, if the people should rise, if the projected war for the mines of Argentum, which must have been truly theirs, turned out badly, they might escape, leaving behind them a pretty little proxy, a naive surrogate, on which enraged multitudes or menacing enemies might vent their wrath. How well they had planned. They had brought me to believe, even, that I actually was Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus, that that, on Gor, at least, was my identity. Surely Susan had believed it, and Drusus Rencius, and many others. How well they had planned! My features, even, had been frequently and publicly exposed in Corcyrus. Thousands would be able to identify me as the Tatrix! But their plans had gone awry. - (Kajira of Gor)