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And then I laughed, for I was considering how Port Kar might fall, and yet she was my own, my own city. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #157)

Doubtless all sides, including Port Kar, regarded the risks as too great; doubtless all sides, including Port Kar, were content with the stable, often profitable, situation of constant but small-scale warfare, interspersed with some trading and smuggling, which had for so long characterized their relations. Raids of one upon the other, involving a few dozen ships, were not infrequent, whether on the shipping of Port Kar, or beaching on Cos or Tyros, but major actions, those which might involve the hundreds of galleys possessed by these redoubtable maritime powers, the two island Ubarates and Port Kar, had not taken place in more than a century. No, I said to myself, Port Kar is safe from the sea. And then I laughed, for I was considering how Port Kar might fall, and yet she was my own, my own city. "More paga!" I cried. Tarnsmen, aflight, might annoy her with arrows or fire, but it did not seem they could seriously harm her, not unless they come in thousands upon thousands, and not even Ar, Glorious Ar, possessed tarn cavalries so great. And how, even then, could Port Kar fall, for she was a mass of holdings, each individually defensible, room to room, each separated from the others by the canals which, in their hundreds, crossed and divided the city? No, I said to myself, Port Kar could be held a hundred years. - (Raiders of Gor)