The world rang with the words of Agamemnon, pronouncing peace and amnesty.
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"There is little food left," said Cabot.
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"Do not feed me, Master," said Lita.
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"Take this," said Cabot, pressing a rind of sul into her hands, and she put down her head and fed on it, kneeling, gratefully, her hair falling about her wrists.
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How beautiful they are, thought Cabot.
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How desirable they are.
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How natural that men will take them, and make them their own, and put them in collars.
The world rang with the words of Agamemnon, pronouncing peace and amnesty.
"There is little food left," said Cabot.
"Do not feed me, Master," said Lita.
"Take this," said Cabot, pressing a rind of sul into her hands, and she put down her head and fed on it, kneeling, gratefully, her hair falling about her wrists.
How beautiful they are, thought Cabot.
How desirable they are.
How natural that men will take them, and make them their own, and put them in collars.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter )