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"Greetings, noble Samos," I said. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #268)

His garment was closely woven, and had a hood, now thrown back. His face was wide, and heavy, and muchly lined; it, like many of those of Port Kar, showed the marks of Thassa, burned into it by wind and salt; he had gray eyes; his hair was white, and short-cropped; in his ears there were two small golden rings. If a larl might have been transformed into a man and yet retain its instincts, its heart and its cunning, I think it might look much like Samos, First Slaver of Port Kar. "Greetings, noble Samos," I said. "Greetings," said he. It then occurred to me that this man could not serve Priest-Kings. It occurred to me then, with a shudder which I did not betray, that such a man could serve only the Others, not Priest-Kings, those Others, in the distant steel worlds, who surreptitiously and cruelly fought to gain this world and Earth for their own ends. - (Raiders of Gor)