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Then, a moment later, looking about myself, at the buyers, the street, the local buildings, the crowded shops across the way, I realized how foolish were my conjectures. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #976)

I was now muchly pleased that I had not complained about the market, earlier. "Behold her," said the auctioneer. The former Lady Persinna stood, miserable, small, a slave, the sheet clutched about her. Then, a moment later, looking about myself, at the buyers, the street, the local buildings, the crowded shops across the way, I realized how foolish were my conjectures. In no way could this barred cell and that circular cement platform be thought a high market. We might almost as well have been chained on a slave shelf, where buyers might have examined our teeth, felt our limbs for firmness, and such. How then, I wondered, could it be that the former Lady Persinna was even now on that simple cement platform, before buyers? "You know her sycophancy," said the auctioneer, "her privileges, her position in the court of the hated Talena, false Ubara! You know the favors she received, the contracts accorded her by Cos and Tyros". - (Conspirators of Gor)