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"It is a fine sight," said a fellow, climbing up through the cart gate, and standing beside me for a moment, to look down on the city. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #86)

From here it looked very beautiful. Yet I knew that somewhere within it, perhaps within its crowded quarters, from which mobs might erupt like floods, or within its sheltered patios and gardens, where high ladies might exchange gossip, sip nectars and toy with dainty repasts, served to them by male silk slaves, or among its houses and towers, or on its streets or in the great baths, that somewhere there, somewhere behind those walls, was treason. Somewhere there, within those walls, coiled in the darkness of secrecy, corruption and sedition, like serpents, I was sure, awaited their hour to strike. "It is a fine sight," said a fellow, climbing up through the cart gate, and standing beside me for a moment, to look down on the city. "Yes," I said. He returned to his place. From where we were, of course, we could not see dirt and crime, or poverty, or hunger. - (Mercenaries of Gor)