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My father paused at the narrow window in the circular room and looked out onto the hills beyond and fell silent. At last he spoke again. "Where a man sets his Home Stone, he claims, by law, that land for himself. Good land is protected only by the swords of the strongest owners in the vicinity". "Swords?" I asked. "Yes," said my father, as if there were nothing incredible in this admission. He smiled. - (Tarnsman of Gor)