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Ligurious and Sheila had expected me to be identified as the Tatrix and shipped under lock and key to Argentum, there to be impaled; they had not expected me to escape; they had not counted on sleen. - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #569)

I had been freed from the cage in the camp of Miles of Argentum. I had managed to escape. Thus, instead of the matter of Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus, supposedly being concluded with an impalement on the walls of Argentum, following which Ligurious and the real Sheila, under new identities, and doubtless with salvaged riches, might proceed almost wherever they might please, an intensive and gigantic search had been initiated. Ligurious and Sheila had expected me to be identified as the Tatrix and shipped under lock and key to Argentum, there to be impaled; they had not expected me to escape; they had not counted on sleen. How unfortunate these events had turned out, at least for the real Sheila, now helpless in the bracelets of Hassan, the Slave Hunter. I thought of the impaling spear and regardless of what she was, or might have been, or what she and Ligurious might have intended for my fate, I could not help but feel sorry for her. I felt a hand close tightly on the back of my neck. - (Kajira of Gor)