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He was Nodachi. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #110)

I thought of Andreas of Tor, and his longing for a song that might be sung for a thousand years, of Tersites, of Port Kar, and his plans for a mighty ship, finer than all others. This man was such a man, I suspected, a seeker, a traveler on uncharted, even invisible, roads, roads thusly undiscerned by others. The perfection he sought, I gathered, was a simple one, one sought by many, and found by few, one which I, even of the Warriors, and others of my brethren in arms, would find harrowing, and almost incomprehensible, and to which we surely dared not aspire, a perfection of heart, eye, mind, and body, to undergo a lifetime of meditation, sacrifice, and discipline, to understand and become one with, as it was said, the soul of the sword. He was Nodachi. "I am near the camp, but I am not of the camp," he said. "I am one who is outside". I thought he was, indeed, in many ways, one who was outside. - (Swordsmen of Gor)