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Had that encouraged it to speak? Did it suspect that something was in the vicinity, or even in the stall, which might understand it? Could it not see we were alone? "I do not understand you," I whispered, though I was as sure it could not understand me as I knew I could not understand it. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #195)

I understood nothing. Did it hope I might understand it? Did it think I might have a translator? The scent of Lord Grendel, I knew, was on me. At least he had said so. Had that encouraged it to speak? Did it suspect that something was in the vicinity, or even in the stall, which might understand it? Could it not see we were alone? "I do not understand you," I whispered, though I was as sure it could not understand me as I knew I could not understand it. Lord Grendel, I knew, had superb night vision. The Kur, like the sleen, I suspected, might be at home in the night. What then, I wondered, is wrong with this terrible thing, scarcely a body's length away? Why is it so tentative, so uncertain? Then again, as it had from time to time, one of the moons, white and cold, the only one now visible, was discernible, if only for a moment, but the moment was enough to tell me that the thing so near, so near I could almost touch it, was blind. - (Conspirators of Gor)