"Yes," said Cabot, "but a fool for honor is a fool with honor, and better such a fool than Agamemnon in all his shrewdness and cunning, in all his wisdom and astuteness".
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"I do not understand you!" she screamed.
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"You are mad!" she wept.
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"Mad! Mad! Were I a collared slave, beaten and cast to your feet, you would use me!" "Doubtless," said Cabot, "if she had imbibed her slave wine.
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It is what they are for".
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"I do not want to go to the cattle pens!" she cried.
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"I do not think that would happen," said Cabot.
"Yes," said Cabot, "but a fool for honor is a fool with honor, and better such a fool than Agamemnon in all his shrewdness and cunning, in all his wisdom and astuteness".
"I do not understand you!" she screamed.
"You are mad!" she wept.
"Mad! Mad! Were I a collared slave, beaten and cast to your feet, you would use me!" "Doubtless," said Cabot, "if she had imbibed her slave wine.
It is what they are for".
"I do not want to go to the cattle pens!" she cried.
"I do not think that would happen," said Cabot.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter )