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I did not care to be demeaned, or humiliated, but then what did it matter? I was a slave. Had Tyrtaios been truly blind, and had bought me, unable to ascertain the quality of his purchase, he might, indeed, have been duped. Had he been truly blind he might have been in anguish then, not so much for having a plain or homely slave, for such might guide one as well as a high-block beauty, but for having been misled and cheated, a possibility not lightly regarded by most Goreans. Indeed, a merchant who misrepresents his goods may have his business burned and his stock confiscated, may even be denied bread, fire, and salt, and be driven naked from the city. I did not know my worth, of course. Indeed, how does a woman know what she is worth until she is sold? But I thought I would now sell for at least a silver tarsk in most markets. Indeed, Arnold, of Harfax, if that was his name, he whom I continued to think of as Tullius Quintus, of Ar, had twice been offered that for me, on the streets in Ar. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter )