Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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136
None remained now in the court of the Ubar other than Kamchak and Aphris, Harold and Hereena, and myself and Elizabeth Cardwell.
None remained now in the court of the Ubar other than Kamchak and Aphris, Harold and Hereena, and myself and Elizabeth Cardwell.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #136)
Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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27
133
It was hard for me to believe that this marvelous, collared beauty in my arms was once a simple girl of Earth, that this astounding wench, Tuchuk and Gorean, was the same as Miss Elizabeth Cardwell, the young secretary who so long before had found herself inexplicably thrust into intrigues and circumstances beyond her comprehension on the plains of Gor.
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134
Whatever she might have been before, a clock number, a set of records in a personnel file, an unimportant employee, with her salary and benefits, under the obligation to please and impress other employees, scarcely more important than herself, she was now alive, and free in her emotions though her flesh might be subject to chains; she was now vital, passionate, loving, mine; I wondered if there were other girls of Earth in whom such a transformation might be wrought, others who might, not fully understanding, long for a man and a world—a world in which they must find and be themselves, for no other choice would be theirs—a world in which they might run and breathe and laugh and be swift and loving and prized and in their hearts at last open and free—though paradoxically perhaps, for a time, or until the man should choose otherwise, wearing the collar of a slave girl.
27
135
But I dismissed such thoughts as foolish.
27
136
None remained now in the court of the Ubar other than Kamchak and Aphris, Harold and Hereena, and myself and Elizabeth Cardwell.
27
137
Kamchak looked across the room to me.
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138
"Well," said he, "the wager turned out well".
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139
I recalled he had spoken of this.
It was hard for me to believe that this marvelous, collared beauty in my arms was once a simple girl of Earth, that this astounding wench, Tuchuk and Gorean, was the same as Miss Elizabeth Cardwell, the young secretary who so long before had found herself inexplicably thrust into intrigues and circumstances beyond her comprehension on the plains of Gor.
Whatever she might have been before, a clock number, a set of records in a personnel file, an unimportant employee, with her salary and benefits, under the obligation to please and impress other employees, scarcely more important than herself, she was now alive, and free in her emotions though her flesh might be subject to chains; she was now vital, passionate, loving, mine; I wondered if there were other girls of Earth in whom such a transformation might be wrought, others who might, not fully understanding, long for a man and a world—a world in which they must find and be themselves, for no other choice would be theirs—a world in which they might run and breathe and laugh and be swift and loving and prized and in their hearts at last open and free—though paradoxically perhaps, for a time, or until the man should choose otherwise, wearing the collar of a slave girl.
But I dismissed such thoughts as foolish.
None remained now in the court of the Ubar other than Kamchak and Aphris, Harold and Hereena, and myself and Elizabeth Cardwell.
Kamchak looked across the room to me.
"Well," said he, "the wager turned out well".
I recalled he had spoken of this.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 27)