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On the pedestal there was a silver bowl, filled with water, a vial of oil and a towel. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #22)

Sometimes these individuals are young idealists, rebels and champions of lost causes, who wish to protest to Priest-Kings; sometimes they are individuals who are old or diseased and are tired of life and wish to die; sometimes they are piteous or cunning or frightened wretches who think to find the secret of immortality in those barren crags; and sometimes they are outlaws fleeing from Gor's harsh justice, hoping to find at least brief sanctuary in the cruel, mysterious domain of Priest-Kings, a country into which they may be assured no mortal magistrate or vengeful band of human warriors will penetrate. I supposed the Initiate might account me one of the latter, for my habiliments bore no insignia. He turned away from me and went to a small pedestal at one side. On the pedestal there was a silver bowl, filled with water, a vial of oil and a towel. He dipped his fingers in the bowl, poured a bit of oil on his hands, dipped his fingers again and then wiped his hands dry. On each side of the huge gate there stood a great windlass and chain, and to each windlass a gang of blinded slaves was manacled. The Initiate folded the towel carefully and replaced it on the pedestal. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)