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Had I won my freedom? Was it thus in the Amusements of Tharna? Or had the fierce, proud Tatrix now recognized the cruelty of the Amusements? Had that heart hidden in those cold, glistening robes of unfeeling gold at last relented, shown itself to be susceptible of compassion? Or had the call of justice at last triumphed in her bosom, that my innocence might be acknowledged, my cause vindicated, that I might now be sped honorably on my way from gray Tharna? One emotion leapt in my heart, gratitude. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #160)

Her words were clear, unmistakable. "Remove his yoke," she said. I could not believe my ears. Had I won my freedom? Was it thus in the Amusements of Tharna? Or had the fierce, proud Tatrix now recognized the cruelty of the Amusements? Had that heart hidden in those cold, glistening robes of unfeeling gold at last relented, shown itself to be susceptible of compassion? Or had the call of justice at last triumphed in her bosom, that my innocence might be acknowledged, my cause vindicated, that I might now be sped honorably on my way from gray Tharna? One emotion leapt in my heart, gratitude. "Thank you, Tatrix," I said. She laughed. "—that he may be fed to the tarn," she added. - (Outlaw of Gor)