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Earlier in the afternoon, just past the Tenth Ahn, kneeling, head down, I had delivered a message from Boris, deputy to the tavern master, Ho-Tosk, of the Golden Chain, to his friend, Henrak, of the Parsit Market. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #121)

Now on the other hand, I would certainly not wish, either, to impede the passage of a free person. So I kept a yard or so of the walkway between me and the edge of the canal. I deemed that satisfactory. Earlier in the afternoon, just past the Tenth Ahn, kneeling, head down, I had delivered a message from Boris, deputy to the tavern master, Ho-Tosk, of the Golden Chain, to his friend, Henrak, of the Parsit Market. It had to do with a projected rendezvous, from whence, I gathered, would ensue a convivial evening of taverning and wenching. Upon my return to the Golden Chain, I had been released until the Twelfth Ahn, and left to my own devices. I was not even shackled. - (Quarry of Gor)