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Now, sullen, angry, at the edge of the forest, I saw a slave chain of twenty-one men. - (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #47)

She had not been completely open with me. Too, she was a lovely weakling, petty, timid and selfish, fit only to be the slave of men of Gor. I would have her sold in Port Kar. Now, sullen, angry, at the edge of the forest, I saw a slave chain of twenty-one men. They were fastened together by the neck, and the hands of each were manacled behind his back. The neck chains and wrist manacles, now, however, had been changed to lock chains, that they might be separated, rechained, and regrouped in a matter of seconds, depending on what contingencies were encountered by their masters. Seventy-five men had been abandoned in the forest, still wearing the chains that had been hammered about their necks and wrists. - (Hunters of Gor)