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What I had heard before might even have been the voice, polite and diffident, of a male of Earth, reduced and trained, but what I had just heard, pleasant, assured, forthright, and direct, was the voice of a Gorean, and, I feared, a master. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 44, Sentence #61)

These differences would occasionally be relevant to this account. I could not immediately place the voice that had spoken in Gorean. I was sure I had heard it somewhere, not as I heard it now, but otherwise, perhaps in a disguise, perhaps in gentler, kinder, more understanding, more solicitous tones, not as I had just heard it now, in a host's forward salutation, expressed in warm tones, blunt, sturdy, and forceful. What I had heard before might even have been the voice, polite and diffident, of a male of Earth, reduced and trained, but what I had just heard, pleasant, assured, forthright, and direct, was the voice of a Gorean, and, I feared, a master. The voice was clear and manly; in it there was no apology for strength and manhood; such a voice carries a natural authority; perhaps it is best listened to when one is on one's knees. "Dear Lord Grendel," continued the voice, "let this occasion be one of conviviality, celebratory of friendship and collaboration". "There is a message for me," said Lord Grendel, "from Lord Arcesilaus?" "Indeed," said the voice. - (Plunder of Gor)