Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 27 | 12 | Many are the markets of Gor, and some are supplied by contraband merchandise, of dubious origins, and evasive of taxes and harbor fees, such as rogue silver from the mines of Tharna, to be exported to Cos and Tyros, and the Farther Islands, even to the World's End; the beans from which Black wine is brewed, so carefully guarded by those of Thentis, famed for its tarn flocks, to be shipped as far south as Schendi, as far north as Torvaldsland; purple, dyed cloth from Tabor; dates from the Tahari; hides from the Barrens; ivory from the massive, aquatic brutes of the Ice Seas; and coffles of stolen slaves, sometimes with their brands altered. |
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Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 27 | 9 | I suspect, however, that the comparatively lax standards of inspection and monitoring, if such is the case, have less to do with the danger or remoteness of the district than with the surreptitious movement of silver between parties, some of whom were rumored to be high personages in the harbor authority itself. |
| 27 | 10 | Be this as it may, the southern piers were supposedly a haven for unauthorized, unlicensed vessels, those lacking recognition by the authority, those somehow not appearing in the carefully kept registration lists. |
| 27 | 11 | I preceded my master. |
| 27 | 12 | Many are the markets of Gor, and some are supplied by contraband merchandise, of dubious origins, and evasive of taxes and harbor fees, such as rogue silver from the mines of Tharna, to be exported to Cos and Tyros, and the Farther Islands, even to the World's End; the beans from which Black wine is brewed, so carefully guarded by those of Thentis, famed for its tarn flocks, to be shipped as far south as Schendi, as far north as Torvaldsland; purple, dyed cloth from Tabor; dates from the Tahari; hides from the Barrens; ivory from the massive, aquatic brutes of the Ice Seas; and coffles of stolen slaves, sometimes with their brands altered. |
| 27 | 13 | "I am sore, I am weary," I said. |
| 27 | 14 | "May we not pause, may we not rest, Master?" "Do you wish to be denied speech?" he asked. |
| 27 | 15 | "No, Master," I said. |
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I suspect, however, that the comparatively lax standards of inspection and monitoring, if such is the case, have less to do with the danger or remoteness of the district than with the surreptitious movement of silver between parties, some of whom were rumored to be high personages in the harbor authority itself.
Be this as it may, the southern piers were supposedly a haven for unauthorized, unlicensed vessels, those lacking recognition by the authority, those somehow not appearing in the carefully kept registration lists.
I preceded my master.
Many are the markets of Gor, and some are supplied by contraband merchandise, of dubious origins, and evasive of taxes and harbor fees, such as rogue silver from the mines of Tharna, to be exported to Cos and Tyros, and the Farther Islands, even to the World's End; the beans from which Black wine is brewed, so carefully guarded by those of Thentis, famed for its tarn flocks, to be shipped as far south as Schendi, as far north as Torvaldsland; purple, dyed cloth from Tabor; dates from the Tahari; hides from the Barrens; ivory from the massive, aquatic brutes of the Ice Seas; and coffles of stolen slaves, sometimes with their brands altered.
"I am sore, I am weary," I said.
"May we not pause, may we not rest, Master?" "Do you wish to be denied speech?" he asked.
"No, Master," I said.
- (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 27)