I sat with my back against the damp wall, listening to the sounds of their sleep.
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I was far from the Sardar Mountains, far from the Priest-Kings of Gor.
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I had failed my city, my beloved Talena, my father, my friends.
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There would not be a stone set upon another stone.
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The riddle of the Priest-Kings, of their cruel, incomprehensible will, would not be solved.
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Their secret would be kept, and I would die, sooner or later, whipped and starved, in the kennels that were the mines of Tharna.
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Tharna has perhaps a hundred or more mines, each maintained by its own chain of slaves.
I sat with my back against the damp wall, listening to the sounds of their sleep.
I was far from the Sardar Mountains, far from the Priest-Kings of Gor.
I had failed my city, my beloved Talena, my father, my friends.
There would not be a stone set upon another stone.
The riddle of the Priest-Kings, of their cruel, incomprehensible will, would not be solved.
Their secret would be kept, and I would die, sooner or later, whipped and starved, in the kennels that were the mines of Tharna.
Tharna has perhaps a hundred or more mines, each maintained by its own chain of slaves.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )