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Now she, like all other members of the household of Marlenus, slave or free, would be subjected to the vengeance of the outraged citizens, citizens who had marched in the processions of the Ubar in the days of his glory, carrying flasks of Ka-la-na wine and sheaves of Sa-Tarna grain, singing his praises in the melodious litanies of Gor. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #19)

She seemed unable to speak. In a moment her world had crumbled. She was nothing now but the abominated daughter of the villain in whose reign the Home Stone, the Luck of Ar, had been stolen. Now she, like all other members of the household of Marlenus, slave or free, would be subjected to the vengeance of the outraged citizens, citizens who had marched in the processions of the Ubar in the days of his glory, carrying flasks of Ka-la-na wine and sheaves of sa-tarna grain, singing his praises in the melodious litanies of Gor. "I am the one who stole the Home Stone," I said. The officer prodded me with the sword. "We presumed so, finding you in the company of the offspring of Marlenus". - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 8)