Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 846 | I touched my neck, and felt the collar there, the slave collar. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 843 | I took the provender and drink, including ka-la-na, which I doubt she was permitted, from her with the hauteur and disdain of a free woman for the garbages that are slaves. |
| 3 | 844 | Afterwards I fainted, or fell asleep. |
| 3 | 845 | "I awakened several hours later, toward noon, as though I might be in my own compartments, waiting for my girls to open the draperies and bring me steaming black wine and fresh, honeyed pastries, but then, suddenly, flooding back to me were the horrors of the past two days, the roof of the Central Cylinder, my humiliating disguise, the escape, the fields, the sleen, the strike of the leech plant, the knife at my throat, and I opened my eyes on the small camp into which I had stumbled last night, weary, footsore, hungry, thirsting, and miserable. |
| 3 | 846 | I touched my neck, and felt the collar there, the slave collar. |
| 3 | 847 | Then I feared the tunic, ample as it might be, might in my sleep have crept up my thighs, and I reached to draw it down, but, even as I thought of this, I became aware of a weight on my left ankle. |
| 3 | 848 | I sat up, suddenly. |
| 3 | 849 | I jerked the tunic down, that I might benefit from whatever concession to modesty might be afforded by a slave's garment. |
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I took the provender and drink, including ka-la-na, which I doubt she was permitted, from her with the hauteur and disdain of a free woman for the garbages that are slaves.
Afterwards I fainted, or fell asleep.
"I awakened several hours later, toward noon, as though I might be in my own compartments, waiting for my girls to open the draperies and bring me steaming black wine and fresh, honeyed pastries, but then, suddenly, flooding back to me were the horrors of the past two days, the roof of the Central Cylinder, my humiliating disguise, the escape, the fields, the sleen, the strike of the leech plant, the knife at my throat, and I opened my eyes on the small camp into which I had stumbled last night, weary, footsore, hungry, thirsting, and miserable.
I touched my neck, and felt the collar there, the slave collar.
Then I feared the tunic, ample as it might be, might in my sleep have crept up my thighs, and I reached to draw it down, but, even as I thought of this, I became aware of a weight on my left ankle.
I sat up, suddenly.
I jerked the tunic down, that I might benefit from whatever concession to modesty might be afforded by a slave's garment.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 3)