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I learned from conversation in the headquarters room that not many of the humans who fought with Misk's forces had responded to the blandishments of Sarm, though some, like Vika of Treve, had deserted to cast their fortune with what appeared to be the winning side. From what I could gather, only a handful of humans, some men, some women, had actually crossed the lines and taken service with Sarm. Sarm, one day, brought down from the Halls of the Priest-Kings above, all the humans who were quartered there, mostly Chamber Slaves, to aid his cause. The latter, of course, terrified, bewildered, would be of little service themselves, but they were offered as inducements to the males of Misk's forces to encourage their desertion; the girls were, so to speak, a bounty for treachery, and since the beauty of Chamber Slaves was well known in the Nest, I supposed they might well prove quite effective in this role; yet, somewhat to my surprise and pleasure, no more than a half dozen or so men came forth to claim these lovely prizes. As the War continued I became more and more impressed with the loyalty and courage of the men and women serving Misk, who for a bit of fungus and water and freedom were willing to sell their lives in one of the strangest conflicts ever fought by men, boldly serving one of the most unusual causes that had ever asked for the allegiance of the human kind. Vika would come to torment me each day but no longer was she permitted to whip me. I supposed that there was reason for her hatred of me but still I wondered at its depth and fury. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )