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In the long winters of Torvaldsland, when the snow, the darkness, the ice and wintry winds are upon the land, when the frost breaks open the rocks, groaning, at night, when the serpents hide in their roofed sheds, many hours, under swinging soapstone lamps, burning the oil of sea sleen, are given to Kaissa. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #69)

When I felt I knew him better, I played him more openly. His wiliest tricks, of course, I knew, he would seldom use, saving them for games of greater import, or perhaps for players of Torvaldsland. Among them, even more than in the south, kaissa is a passion. In the long winters of Torvaldsland, when the snow, the darkness, the ice and wintry winds are upon the land, when the frost breaks open the rocks, groaning, at night, when the serpents hide in their roofed sheds, many hours, under swinging soapstone lamps, burning the oil of sea sleen, are given to kaissa. At such times, even the bondmaids, rolling and restless, naked, in the furs of their masters, their ankles chained to a nearby ring, must wait. "It is your move," said Forkbeard. "I have moved," I told him. - (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 4)