"Perhaps," he suggested, "you would like a piece of roasted bosk meat?" I replaced the golden eating prong in its rack beside my place, shoved back the glittering dish in which lay several theoretically edible objects, carefully arranged by a slave to resemble a bouquet of wild flowers sprouting from a rock outcropping.
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"Yes," I said, "I think so".
He shrugged.
"Gold has no caste," he said.
I tried the liver of the wingfish.
Then another swig of paga.
Saphrar winced.
"Perhaps," he suggested, "you would like a piece of roasted bosk meat?" I replaced the golden eating prong in its rack beside my place, shoved back the glittering dish in which lay several theoretically edible objects, carefully arranged by a slave to resemble a bouquet of wild flowers sprouting from a rock outcropping.
"Yes," I said, "I think so".
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )