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"You were well entitled to your vengeance," said he, "once a free woman of Ar, now no more through my doing than a beautiful slave". - (Magicians of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #440)

"I do not blame you," he said. "It was I who, in effect, brought the cruel, burning iron to your thigh, I who in effect had you marked, who saw to it that your lovely neck would be ringed with the indisputable, locked circlet of bondage, who had you, a noble free woman, reduced to no more than meaningless goods, merchandise to be bought and sold as men might please. How you must hate me!" She shook her head, wildly. "You were well entitled to your vengeance," said he, "once a free woman of Ar, now no more through my doing than a beautiful slave". Tears coursed down her cheeks. Could he not, I wondered, see the poignancy of the slave's expressions, her distress, her consternation? "But I have no regrets," said he. "Having had you, a slave, in my arms, if only for a few moments, I have experienced a joy, a delirious bliss, I did not know could exist". - (Magicians of Gor)