Elizabeth Cardwell took the meat in her two hands, confined before her by slave bracelets and the chain of the Sirik, and, bending her head, the hair falling forward, ate it.
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She, a slave, had accepted meat from the hand of Kamchak of the Tuchuks.
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She belonged to him now.
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"lakajira," she said, putting her head down, then covering her face with her manacled hands, weeping.
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"lakajira.
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lakajira!".
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The Wintering If I had hoped for an easy answer to the riddles which concerned me, or a swift end to my search for the egg of Priest-Kings, I was disappointed, for I learned nothing of either for months.
Elizabeth Cardwell took the meat in her two hands, confined before her by slave bracelets and the chain of the Sirik, and, bending her head, the hair falling forward, ate it.
She, a slave, had accepted meat from the hand of Kamchak of the Tuchuks.
She belonged to him now.
"la kajira," she said, putting her head down, then covering her face with her manacled hands, weeping.
"la kajira.
la kajira!".
The Wintering If I had hoped for an easy answer to the riddles which concerned me, or a swift end to my search for the egg of Priest-Kings, I was disappointed, for I learned nothing of either for months.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )