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Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)

And how would one escape, slave clad or stripped, branded and collared? And where could one escape to, in a world in which one could be but one thing, a slave? And why had my master wanted me to reach the wagon? I knew it to be empty. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #403)
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61 403 And how would one escape, View more quotes about slave">slave clad or stripped, branded and collared? And where could one escape to, in a world in which one could be but one thing, a slave? And why had my master wanted me to reach the wagon? I knew it to be empty.

Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)

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61 400 Given the circumstances they would have supposed me to have been, understandably enough, I suppose, frantic with fear.
61 401 Perhaps that is why they only turned me back, sternly, and did not throw me to my belly and slash the tendons behind my knee on both legs, hamstringing me.
61 402 Goreans do not look lightly on the foolishness of slaves attempting to escape.
61 403 And how would one escape, slave clad or stripped, branded and collared? And where could one escape to, in a world in which one could be but one thing, a slave? And why had my master wanted me to reach the wagon? I knew it to be empty.
61 404 And the guards had determined that to their own satisfaction.
61 405 Surely he remembered all that.
61 406 Miserable in one sense, but far from disheartened in another, cheered that I might return to the side of my master, to be with him, no matter what might ensue, I made my way back toward the stake.
Given the circumstances they would have supposed me to have been, understandably enough, I suppose, frantic with fear. Perhaps that is why they only turned me back, sternly, and did not throw me to my belly and slash the tendons behind my knee on both legs, hamstringing me. Goreans do not look lightly on the foolishness of slaves attempting to escape. And how would one escape, slave clad or stripped, branded and collared? And where could one escape to, in a world in which one could be but one thing, a slave? And why had my master wanted me to reach the wagon? I knew it to be empty. And the guards had determined that to their own satisfaction. Surely he remembered all that. Miserable in one sense, but far from disheartened in another, cheered that I might return to the side of my master, to be with him, no matter what might ensue, I made my way back toward the stake. - (Plunder of Gor)