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I then told them of the supposed gratitude of a supposed Lord Arcesilaus, seemingly a Kur, spoken of as the Twelfth Face of the Nameless One, entitled "Theocrat of the World," or, at least, I supposed, of one world, a particular steel world, a gratitude that was to find expression in a gift, a gift to be delivered to Lord Grendel in recognition for his services, which services, it seemed, had assisted in bringing about an alteration of the power structure of that world, one to the advantage of Lord Arcesilaus. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 42, Sentence #89)

I was frightened. How swiftly it might have sprung forward! My ankles were tied. "Speak," said the Lady Bina. I then told them of the supposed gratitude of a supposed Lord Arcesilaus, seemingly a Kur, spoken of as the Twelfth Face of the Nameless One, entitled "Theocrat of the World," or, at least, I supposed, of one world, a particular steel world, a gratitude that was to find expression in a gift, a gift to be delivered to Lord Grendel in recognition for his services, which services, it seemed, had assisted in bringing about an alteration of the power structure of that world, one to the advantage of Lord Arcesilaus. This gift was to be transmitted to Brundisium, a well-known port on the coast of continental Gor, where it was to be received by my master, Tenrik of Siba, who, in turn, would conduct it safely to Ar, where it was to be presented to Lord Grendel. "What is the nature of this gift?" inquired Lady Bina. "In its contrivance," I said, "I understand it to be something like Lord Grendel himself, an adjustment of, a treatment of, and an intertwining of, hereditary coils, in such a way as to produce a new form of life, a fusion of components, both human and Kur, to be implanted not in a rooted womb but a human womb, and then brought to term, and delivered, as though it might be a wholly human child". - (Plunder of Gor)