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Even though a token collar might be locked on my throat, it would be I who would be master! Sometimes, at night, lying in the straw of the cage, I would think of Verna, and when I did so, knowing her captured, destined for brand and collar, I would laugh to myself. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1265)

I intended to use my training to enslave my master. I had little doubt I could do so. I would have an easy life. Even though a token collar might be locked on my throat, it would be I who would be master! Sometimes, at night, lying in the straw of the cage, I would think of Verna, and when I did so, knowing her captured, destined for brand and collar, I would laugh to myself. I wished that I might have some opportunity to show my lack of fear of her, my contempt for her, that slave! In these days, as our training in the Koroban pens drew to its conclusion, I forgot both about Haakon of Skjern and Rask of Treve. Rask of Treve, it was said, had at last been driven from the environs and claims of the city of Ko-ro-ba. Certain of the tarnsmen of Ko-ro-ba boasted of having driven him from the lands of the state, but others, as I learned from guards, were only silent. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 11)