Judging by the sun, and knowing that Ko-ro-ba lay northwest of the mountains, I strode in the direction of my city.
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My step was light, my heart was happy.
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I was home, for where my love waited for me was home.
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Where my father had met me after more than twenty years of separation, where my warrior comrades and I had drunk and laughed together, where I had met and learned from my little friend, Torm, the Scribe, there was home.
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I found myself thinking in Gorean, as fluently as though I had not been gone for seven years.
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I became aware that I was singing as I walked through the grass, a warrior song.
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I had returned to Gor.
Judging by the sun, and knowing that Ko-ro-ba lay northwest of the mountains, I strode in the direction of my city.
My step was light, my heart was happy.
I was home, for where my love waited for me was home.
Where my father had met me after more than twenty years of separation, where my warrior comrades and I had drunk and laughed together, where I had met and learned from my little friend, Torm, the Scribe, there was home.
I found myself thinking in Gorean, as fluently as though I had not been gone for seven years.
I became aware that I was singing as I walked through the grass, a warrior song.
I had returned to Gor.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )