"No," said Kamchak, and his eyes were like steel, "better death than shame".
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I stepped back.
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He was Tuchuk.
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I would sorely miss my friend, the ribald, hard-drinking, stomping, dancing Kamchak of the Tuchuks.
"Would you see me shamed?" he asked.
I looked at him.
"Better, my friend," I said, "that than death".
"No," said Kamchak, and his eyes were like steel, "better death than shame".
I stepped back.
He was Tuchuk.
I would sorely miss my friend, the ribald, hard-drinking, stomping, dancing Kamchak of the Tuchuks.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )