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"But what Warrior?" inquired a fellow at the table, a Silversmith. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #161)

The crowd, each time he fought, went mad with pleasure, thrilling to each ringing stroke of steel, and I suspected that that man most adored in Ar was the huge, mysterious Murmillius, superb and gallant, a man whose very city was unknown. Meanwhile the intrigues of Cernus, of the House of Cernus, threaded their way through the days and events of the spring and summer in Ar. Once in a paga tavern I heard a man, whom I recognized to be one of the guards from the iron pens, though now in the tunic of a Leather Worker, declaring that the city needed for its Administrator not a Builder but a Warrior, that law would again prevail. "But what Warrior?" inquired a fellow at the table, a Silversmith. "Cernus, of the House of Cernus," said the disguised guard, "is a Warrior". "He is a Slaver," said one. "He knows the business and needs of Ar," said the guard, "as would a Merchant, but he is yet of the Caste of Warriors". - (Assassin of Gor)