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It was, of course, a powerful caste, given its wealth, and even Ubars might court its favor. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #165)

Prior to this experience she had been insufferably proud, and arrogant, at least with some of us, though not daring this with the masters, and was certainly so with myself, for I was only a barbarian. She had apparently once been of the Merchants, perhaps the high Merchants, and had even held herself to be of high caste, despite the fact that few Goreans accepted the Merchants as a high caste. It was regarded as a rich caste, but that is not, in the eyes of many, the same as being a high caste. It was, of course, a powerful caste, given its wealth, and even Ubars might court its favor. How are men to be paid, and wars waged, if not with gold? In any event, she who had once been "Eighteen" had now changed considerably, and surely was now better aware of the meaning of the mark which had been burned into her left thigh, just under the hip. She was still reserved with me, and regarded me with condescension, but would no longer strike me, or speak to me as she had originally, perhaps if only because doing so would offer her chain sisters an excellent, and welcome, pretext for administering, given the recent past, another unpleasant lesson in civility. After they had seen her on her knees in the dungeon, a frightened slave at a master's feet, they no longer stood in awe of her. - (Smugglers of Gor)