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That I might run, that I might scream and grovel, that I might try to cover myself in the sand would surely delight the silver masks of Tharna. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #15)

I was not bound. I was free to wander on the sand, enclosed only by the walls. I rejoiced in this new freedom, in the absence of the yoke, though I knew it was given to me only in order to improve the spectacle. That I might run, that I might scream and grovel, that I might try to cover myself in the sand would surely delight the silver masks of Tharna. I moved my hands and shoulders, my back. My tunic had long since been torn to my waist and now I ripped it away to my belt, angry at the tattered cloth. The muscles rolled exuberantly under my flesh, delighting in their liberty. - (Outlaw of Gor)