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"You know no more?" "No," said Saphrar. I speculated. The Others—those of power, not priest-kings, must, to some extent, understand or sense the politics, the needs and policies of the remote denizens of the Sardar—they were probably not altogether unaware of the business of priest-kings, particularly not now, following the recent War of priest-kings, after which many humans had escaped the Place of priest-kings and now wandered free, if scoffed at and scorned for the tales they might bear—possibly from these, or from spies or traitors in the Nest itself, the Others had learned—the Others, I was sure, would neither jeer nor scoff at the stories told by vagabonds of priest-kings. They could have learned of the destruction of much of the surveillance equipment of the Sardar, of the substantial reduction in the technological capabilities of priest-kings, at least for a short time—and, most importantly, that the War had been fought, in a way, over the succession of dynasties—thus learning that generations of priest-kings might be in the offing. If there had been rebels—those wanting a new generation—there must have been the seeds of that generation. But in a Place of priest-kings there is only one bearer of young, the Mother, and she had died shortly before the War. Thus, the Others might well infer that there was one, or more, concealed eggs, hidden away, which must now be secured that the new generation might be inaugurated, but hidden away quite possibly not in the Place of priest-kings itself, but elsewhere, out of the home of priest-kings, beyond even the black Sardar itself. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )