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Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

I once talked to my father about the matter, and he merely said that there were many things on Gor worse than the lot of slavery, particularly that of a Tower Slave. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #155)
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3 155 I once talked to my father about the matter, and he merely said that there were many things on Gor worse than the lot of slavery, particularly that of a Tower slave.

Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 152 I decided to wait.
3 153 I did learn, casually from a Scribe, not Torm, that slaves were not permitted to impart instruction to a free man, since it would place him in their debt, and nothing was owed to a slave.
3 154 If it was in my power, I resolved to do what I could to abolish what seemed to me a degrading condition.
3 155 I once talked to my father about the matter, and he merely said that there were many things on Gor worse than the lot of slavery, particularly that of a Tower slave.
3 156 * * * * Without warning, with blinding speed, the bronze-headed spear flew toward my breast, the heavy shaft blurred like a comet's tail behind it.
3 157 I twisted, and the blade cut my tunic cleanly, creasing the skin with a line of blood as sharp as a razor.
3 158 It sunk eight inches into the heavy wooden beams behind me.
I decided to wait. I did learn, casually from a Scribe, not Torm, that slaves were not permitted to impart instruction to a free man, since it would place him in their debt, and nothing was owed to a slave. If it was in my power, I resolved to do what I could to abolish what seemed to me a degrading condition. I once talked to my father about the matter, and he merely said that there were many things on Gor worse than the lot of slavery, particularly that of a Tower slave. * * * * Without warning, with blinding speed, the bronze-headed spear flew toward my breast, the heavy shaft blurred like a comet's tail behind it. I twisted, and the blade cut my tunic cleanly, creasing the skin with a line of blood as sharp as a razor. It sunk eight inches into the heavy wooden beams behind me. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 3)