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I respected the quiet, efficient guardsmen of Tharna, and I had already encountered her skilled warriors in a field far from the city. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #23)

Ost scurried along behind us, puffing and gasping, his short, bandy legs struggling to keep pace with the stride of warriors. I felt that even had I chosen to forswear my pledge, which as a warrior of Gor I would not, my chances of escape would have been small indeed. In all likelihood three spears would have transfixed my body within my first few steps toward freedom. I respected the quiet, efficient guardsmen of Tharna, and I had already encountered her skilled warriors in a field far from the city. I wondered if Thorn were in the city, and if Vera now wore her pleasure silk in his villa. I knew that if justice were done in Tharna I would be acquitted, yet I was uneasy—for how was I to know if my case would be fairly heard and decided? That I had been in possession of Ost's sack of coins would surely seem good prima-facie evidence of guilt, and this might well sway the decision of the Tatrix. How would my word, the word of a stranger, weigh against the words of Ost, a citizen of Tharna and perhaps one of significance? Yet, incredibly perhaps, I looked forward to seeing the palace and the Tatrix, to meeting face to face the unusual woman who could rule, and rule well, a city of Gor. - (Outlaw of Gor)