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"As long as I receive my gold—and the gold will perhaps make me the richest man on Gor—I do not care". "If the egg is injured," I said, "the priest-kings might be angry". "For all I know," said Saphrar, "the man is a priest-king. How else would he dare to use the name of priest-kings on the message in the message collar?" I knew, of course, that the man was not a priest-king. But I could now see that Saphrar had no idea who he was—or for whom, if anyone, he was working. I was confident that the man was the same as he who had brought Elizabeth Cardwell to this world—he who had seen her in New York and decided she would play her role in his perilous sport—and that thus he had at his disposal an advanced technology—certainly to the level of at least space flight. I did not know, of course, if the technology at his disposal was his own, or that of his kind, or if it were furnished by others—unknown—not seen—who had their own stake in these games of two worlds, perhaps more. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )