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Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)

"And even then," she said, "when Samos would have put me to the lash, even had me cast bound to the urts in the canals of the city, you did nothing, but requested that Samos deliver me to the city of my Home Stone, Ar, and to my father, Marlenus, as a free woman!" "He did so," I said. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #803)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
61 803 "And even then," she said, "when Samos would have put me to the lash, even had me cast bound to the urts in the canals of the city, you did nothing, but requested that Samos deliver me to the city of my Home Stone, Ar, and to my father, Marlenus, as a free woman!" "He did so," I said.

Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)

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61 800 "You were always of Earth, the world of slaves and fools! I had once thought you a man, but how wrong I was! Though I had twice tried to kill you, once in tarnflight over the great Spider Swamp south of Ar, and once in its vicinity, with a knife, you neither slew me nor put me to the collar and brand.
61 801 How soft you were, how forgiving you were, contemptible weakling! How like those of Earth! Have they no claws, no fangs, no blood, no heart? How far you were from the proud, severe, proportioned ways of Gor! And in the camp of Mintar the Merchant, when I pathetically petitioned the iron, when I implored the release of my womanhood, and the mercy of bondage, when I sought your collar, when I begged that you would make me your slave, that I might be fulfilled and owned, that I might be wholly and uncompromisingly yours, as much as a boot or tarsk, you refused me! Oh, how much a man of Earth you were! A woman might kneel before you, needfully, begging to be your slave, and you, startled, taken aback, upset, confused, and embarrassed, reddened and sweating, knowing not what to do or how to respond, would hurry her to her feet, implicitly chiding her for her deepest needs, and deliver her to the woeful ice and exile of freedom! Men and women are not the same, oh, piteous scion of the smug, gray world, so vain of its pollutions and peculiar pathologies! So you will not accept us as we were bred to be? You will deny the woman to herself, as you would deny the man to himself! As you will then; so be it! How I detested, and do detest, your weakness, your futility, and vacillation! And I saw you then, in the hall of the holding of Samos of Port Kar, bent over, bundled in your blankets for warmth, weak, confined to that chair, scarcely able to move! I knew then how I might, with impunity, even from you, denounce you for the failure, the weakling and fool, you were! So I, to my delight, and in security, castigated and berated you, well and lengthily, as you so richly deserved".
61 802 "I have not forgotten," I said.
61 803 "And even then," she said, "when Samos would have put me to the lash, even had me cast bound to the urts in the canals of the city, you did nothing, but requested that Samos deliver me to the city of my Home Stone, Ar, and to my father, Marlenus, as a free woman!" "He did so," I said.
61 804 "Yes!" she said.
61 805 "But he did more, as well! He had seen to it that it was inscribed on my papers, certified with the seal of the slaver, that I had begged to be purchased.
61 806 This appeared as an endorsement on my papers.
"You were always of Earth, the world of slaves and fools! I had once thought you a man, but how wrong I was! Though I had twice tried to kill you, once in tarnflight over the great Spider Swamp south of Ar, and once in its vicinity, with a knife, you neither slew me nor put me to the collar and brand. How soft you were, how forgiving you were, contemptible weakling! How like those of Earth! Have they no claws, no fangs, no blood, no heart? How far you were from the proud, severe, proportioned ways of Gor! And in the camp of Mintar the Merchant, when I pathetically petitioned the iron, when I implored the release of my womanhood, and the mercy of bondage, when I sought your collar, when I begged that you would make me your slave, that I might be fulfilled and owned, that I might be wholly and uncompromisingly yours, as much as a boot or tarsk, you refused me! Oh, how much a man of Earth you were! A woman might kneel before you, needfully, begging to be your slave, and you, startled, taken aback, upset, confused, and embarrassed, reddened and sweating, knowing not what to do or how to respond, would hurry her to her feet, implicitly chiding her for her deepest needs, and deliver her to the woeful ice and exile of freedom! Men and women are not the same, oh, piteous scion of the smug, gray world, so vain of its pollutions and peculiar pathologies! So you will not accept us as we were bred to be? You will deny the woman to herself, as you would deny the man to himself! As you will then; so be it! How I detested, and do detest, your weakness, your futility, and vacillation! And I saw you then, in the hall of the holding of Samos of Port Kar, bent over, bundled in your blankets for warmth, weak, confined to that chair, scarcely able to move! I knew then how I might, with impunity, even from you, denounce you for the failure, the weakling and fool, you were! So I, to my delight, and in security, castigated and berated you, well and lengthily, as you so richly deserved". "I have not forgotten," I said. "And even then," she said, "when Samos would have put me to the lash, even had me cast bound to the urts in the canals of the city, you did nothing, but requested that Samos deliver me to the city of my Home Stone, Ar, and to my father, Marlenus, as a free woman!" "He did so," I said. "Yes!" she said. "But he did more, as well! He had seen to it that it was inscribed on my papers, certified with the seal of the slaver, that I had begged to be purchased. This appeared as an endorsement on my papers. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 61)