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"Thank you, Master," said she, smiling, going back to her ring. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #329)

Some boxes and baskets of hard fruit were stored there. I could see the bread ovens in one wall; the long fire pit over which could be put cooking racks, the mountings for spits and kettle hooks; the fire pit was mostly black now, but, here and there, I could see a few broken sticks of glowing charcoal; aside from this, the light in the room came from one small tharlarion-oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, near the side where the kitchen slaves were chained, presumably to facilitate the guard check which, during the night, took place each second Ahn; the other lamps in the room were now extinguished. I took another bottle of paga from the basket and tossed it to the girl without a nose, who had directed me to the paga. "Thank you, Master," said she, smiling, going back to her ring. I saw her nudge the girls on the left and right of her. "Paga," I heard her whisper. "Kajuralia," I said to her. - (Assassin of Gor)