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I felt his large hands part the bit of silk that I wore and, gently, drop it about my ankles. He turned from me and went to sit down, cross-legged, some feet behind the tiny fire in the fire bowl. We regarded one another. "Serve me wine," he said. I turned and, among the furnishings of the tent, found a bottle of Ka-la-na, of good vintage, from the vineyards of Ar, the loot of a caravan raid. I then took the wine, with a small copper bowl, and a black, red-trimmed wine crater, to the side of the fire. I poured some of the wine into the small copper bowl, and set it on the tripod over the tiny fire in the fire bowl. - (Captive of Gor)