The young man approaches her, bearing a slave collar, its engraving proclaiming his name and city.
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The music grows more intense, mounting to an overpowering, barbaric crescendo, which stops suddenly, abruptly.
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The room is silent, absolutely silent, except for the decisive click of the collar lock.
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It is a sound the girl will never forget.
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As soon as the lock closes, there is a great shout, congratulating, saluting the young man.
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He returns to his place among the tables that line the low-ceilinged chamber, hung with glowing brass lamps.
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He sits in the midst of his family, his closest well-wishers, his sword comrades, cross-legged on the floor in the Gorean fashion behind the long, low wooden table, laden with food, which stands at the head of the room.
The young man approaches her, bearing a slave collar, its engraving proclaiming his name and city.
The music grows more intense, mounting to an overpowering, barbaric crescendo, which stops suddenly, abruptly.
The room is silent, absolutely silent, except for the decisive click of the collar lock.
It is a sound the girl will never forget.
As soon as the lock closes, there is a great shout, congratulating, saluting the young man.
He returns to his place among the tables that line the low-ceilinged chamber, hung with glowing brass lamps.
He sits in the midst of his family, his closest well-wishers, his sword comrades, cross-legged on the floor in the Gorean fashion behind the long, low wooden table, laden with food, which stands at the head of the room.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )