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Also, I am not a master potter, and I am no authority on pigments and glazes, at least no more than most in my caste". - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 40, Sentence #103)

"Now," said Epicrates, smiling, looking down on me, "what is all this about?" "Master?" I said. "I have never heard of a potter, let alone a master potter, named 'Tenrik of Siba'," he said. "I doubt there is such a fellow. Also, I am not a master potter, and I am no authority on pigments and glazes, at least no more than most in my caste". I remembered last night, when our former dwelling place had been set afire, and we had made our escape. Before we had descended into the interior of the building that we had reached by means of the narrow tem-wood bridge, and while the fire was still raging, and while we were waiting for it to subside, when, we anticipated, those of the faction of Lord Agamemnon would proceed to investigate the smoldering debris, to determine the success of their assignment, I had been put to use, as a slave. Later, I had lain beside him, gratefully, my lips pressed to this thigh. - (Plunder of Gor)