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When first I had seen her, her yellow nylon stockings in shreds, her brief, yellow, with narrow orange stripes, Oxford-cloth shift, dusty and stained, her neck bound to a capture lance, her wrists bound behind her, on the plains of the Wagon Peoples, a captive of Tuchuks, she had worn it. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #425)

We took her prints, curious. On our records they matched those of Miss Elizabeth Cardwell, of New York City, Earth, who had been brought to Gor to wear the message collar to the Tuchuks". I recalled the collar. When first I had seen her, her yellow nylon stockings in shreds, her brief, yellow, with narrow orange stripes, Oxford-cloth shift, dusty and stained, her neck bound to a capture lance, her wrists bound behind her, on the plains of the Wagon Peoples, a captive of Tuchuks, she had worn it. She had understood so little then, been so innocent of the affairs of worlds. Now the girl was less innocent. "The message collar," said Ibn Saran, "failed to bring about your death, the termination of your quest for the last egg of Priest-Kings". - (Tribesmen of Gor)