"The yoke is of silver," said she, "from the mines of Tharna".
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I was stunned, for if the yoke were truly of silver, the metal on my shoulders might have ransomed a Ubar.
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"We of Tharna," said the Tatrix, "think so little of riches that we use them to yoke slaves".
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My angry glare told her that I did not consider myself a slave.
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From the curule chair beside the throne rose another woman, wearing an intricately wrought silver mask and magnificent robes of rich silver cloth.
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She stood haughtily beside the Tatrix, the expressionless silver mask gleaming down at me, hideous in the torchlight it reflected.
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Speaking to the Tatrix, but not turning the mask from me, she said, "Destroy the animal".
"The yoke is of silver," said she, "from the mines of Tharna".
I was stunned, for if the yoke were truly of silver, the metal on my shoulders might have ransomed a Ubar.
"We of Tharna," said the Tatrix, "think so little of riches that we use them to yoke slaves".
My angry glare told her that I did not consider myself a slave.
From the curule chair beside the throne rose another woman, wearing an intricately wrought silver mask and magnificent robes of rich silver cloth.
She stood haughtily beside the Tatrix, the expressionless silver mask gleaming down at me, hideous in the torchlight it reflected.
Speaking to the Tatrix, but not turning the mask from me, she said, "Destroy the animal".
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )