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I would not dare to speak to a free person, but I hurried to a tower slave in the crowd, trying to learn what had happened. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #148)

I had, some days ago, when out of the gambling house on an errand, barefoot, in my short, purple tunic, with its lettering on the back, seen a seemingly free woman, in lovely robes and veils, seized and stripped by guardsmen. Normally, when there is doubt as to the status or condition of a woman she is given to free women, who may then, with respect to her modesty should she be free, examine her body, for a possible collar, or brand. This one, however, was simply disrobed, bound hand and foot, and put in a wagon, for delivery to a market praetor, who would see to her return to her master, or, that failing, to her lashing, fugitive branding, and resale. I would not dare to speak to a free person, but I hurried to a tower slave in the crowd, trying to learn what had happened. The tower slave, however, would not demean herself by responding to the inquiry of a "half-naked, gambling-house girl". A laundress, however, fresh from the troughs and bearing her bundle, looked at me, frightened, and said, "Slave Gorean". "I see," I had said. - (Conspirators of Gor)