"What does that mean?" I asked, my words fumbling a bit, blurred by the liquor, made unsteady by my fear.
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"It means," laughed Cabot, a mirthless laugh, "—to the Priest-Kings of gor!" He rose unsteadily.
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He seemed tall, strange, almost of another world in that subdued light, in that quiet atmosphere of small, genial civilized noises.
I was uneasy.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I am offering a libation," he said.
"Ta-Sardar-gor".
"What does that mean?" I asked, my words fumbling a bit, blurred by the liquor, made unsteady by my fear.
"It means," laughed Cabot, a mirthless laugh, "—to the Priest-Kings of gor!" He rose unsteadily.
He seemed tall, strange, almost of another world in that subdued light, in that quiet atmosphere of small, genial civilized noises.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )